( her thumb rubs over her cheek, keeping the slower pace of the kiss, almost telling her that it's okay, she understands.
it's a rare situation, never one you'd want to find, someone hurting in the loss of their lover but it offers something unique here, that shared understanding of how they both feel, that gentle soothe of someone that knows. that it's okay, because quill still loves the one she'd lost, still thinks of them, grieves them.
her legs hold firmer at her waist, trying to inch herself a little closer, the hand on her shoulder moving to rest on the back of her neck, a gentle press of her fingers )
( Loss of love, loss of home. Loss of a whole shitload of things that there aren't words for.
Gently might not be the right way to do this, might be harder, makes it feel like memories could pry their way in. Quill grips her closer, forces Yasha closer - as if she really needed forcing - and she feels her own ferocity edge under skin. She jerks Quill forward in retaliation, only to slam her back harder against the wall.
Maybe it always needs to come from desperation, everything in her, and she bites down hard on Quill's lip as grasps the hem of the other woman's shirt and starts to tug it upwards. )
( there's a pleased sound, a sort of thrill at the harder contact with the wall and where her touch had been gentle it now becomes firmer, nails raking across skin.
her other hand drops, body lifting from the wall to ease the shift of her blouse, hand only releasing from yasha to let her shirt be pulled all the way off, kiss breaking in the moment.
but it's seconds before lips meet again, a desperate rush, a need for the contact and this time quill nips at yasha before biting her lip. two can play )
( A content groan rolls past her lips at the bite to her lip, and she dips her head bite hard at Quill's neck, her shoulder. Moving between between kisses and bites, before sucking at her pulse, lingering to draw up a vibrant, purple. )
What do you want, Quill?
( Grasping at her ribs, scratching livid red marks into them. )
( it's a new feeling, the attention at her neck, somewhere new that she's never had explored before. before, quills along her neck, it would have been ignored, somewhere that made touch not the easiest of places and now-- it's the sharp contact of yasha's teeth that gets her to react, sound slipping from her, an entirely familiar and appreciated action.
her hand moves to rest on yasha's as she marks her, leaning back into the wall with a heavier breath, thinking on the question, finding an answer other than the obvious )
You.
( except obvious ends up being what it is because no matter what happens it's yasha that she wants, yasha that's making her body respond in ways that she hasn't felt since being on rhodia, since losing the quill that she'd loved. she doesn't quite know how she wants this only that she doesn't currently want to lose this.
there's a brief hesitation in her expression because, for all of her want, there's a part of this that's entirely unfamiliar to her. a woman. this form. though, for what it's worth, quill's convinced that sex will be as she remembers no matter how she looks )
( Quiet, rough, as she slowly rolls her hips. Hard, as her hands go to catch Quill's, fingers trailing over her hands before she grips Quill's wrists and pins them above her head, holding the against the wall. She sees the hesitation, recognises it, and catches Quill with a slow, lingering kiss, if she allows it. )
( she allows it, a little nip of yasha's lip as she kisses her. and it helps, soothing what she feels a little because as strange as all of this may currently be-- the woman wants her, isn't backing away, saying as much with her actions )
Yes.
( the word is uttered against her lips, quill pressing another kiss to her, feelings starting to relax. there's a squeeze of her legs, a slightly tighter grip at her waist, both encouraging her on and holding her firm in place )
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it's a rare situation, never one you'd want to find, someone hurting in the loss of their lover but it offers something unique here, that shared understanding of how they both feel, that gentle soothe of someone that knows. that it's okay, because quill still loves the one she'd lost, still thinks of them, grieves them.
her legs hold firmer at her waist, trying to inch herself a little closer, the hand on her shoulder moving to rest on the back of her neck, a gentle press of her fingers )
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Gently might not be the right way to do this, might be harder, makes it feel like memories could pry their way in. Quill grips her closer, forces Yasha closer - as if she really needed forcing - and she feels her own ferocity edge under skin. She jerks Quill forward in retaliation, only to slam her back harder against the wall.
Maybe it always needs to come from desperation, everything in her, and she bites down hard on Quill's lip as grasps the hem of the other woman's shirt and starts to tug it upwards. )
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her other hand drops, body lifting from the wall to ease the shift of her blouse, hand only releasing from yasha to let her shirt be pulled all the way off, kiss breaking in the moment.
but it's seconds before lips meet again, a desperate rush, a need for the contact and this time quill nips at yasha before biting her lip. two can play )
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What do you want, Quill?
( Grasping at her ribs, scratching livid red marks into them. )
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her hand moves to rest on yasha's as she marks her, leaning back into the wall with a heavier breath, thinking on the question, finding an answer other than the obvious )
You.
( except obvious ends up being what it is because no matter what happens it's yasha that she wants, yasha that's making her body respond in ways that she hasn't felt since being on rhodia, since losing the quill that she'd loved. she doesn't quite know how she wants this only that she doesn't currently want to lose this.
there's a brief hesitation in her expression because, for all of her want, there's a part of this that's entirely unfamiliar to her. a woman. this form. though, for what it's worth, quill's convinced that sex will be as she remembers no matter how she looks )
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( Quiet, rough, as she slowly rolls her hips. Hard, as her hands go to catch Quill's, fingers trailing over her hands before she grips Quill's wrists and pins them above her head, holding the against the wall. She sees the hesitation, recognises it, and catches Quill with a slow, lingering kiss, if she allows it. )
Don't worry. Just— feel.
( A little tilt of her head. ) Do you trust me?
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Yes.
( the word is uttered against her lips, quill pressing another kiss to her, feelings starting to relax. there's a squeeze of her legs, a slightly tighter grip at her waist, both encouraging her on and holding her firm in place )