[ from where they're standing, mei can perfectly watch kazuha's eyes drift down her figure. it's only been sort of recent that she's actually found out that kazuha liked her--she's just as finicky with her emotions as mei, if not worse--and you could definitely say mei's been taking advantage of it. she showed up to their date in thigh highs and a skirt that just barely skimmed the top on purpose, swung her legs over her lap when they settled in together to eat ice cream. it was satisfying then, and it's satisfying now--she can practically see the gears turning in her head over it.
mei definitely licks her lips, and that's not quite on purpose. she just can't help it, already instantly drawn in by that sexual tension like a magnet. it's easier to relax because it's kazuha, but as the tension mounts a little more, as mei just leans up a bit into her space and hums-- ] You're lucky, I was feeling patient. ♥
[ she can feel her heartbeat start to ratchet up a little dangerously in her chest. jesus. what is she, twelve again? playing seven minutes in heaven in the closet with her best friend? embarrassed, mei can feel a faint heat starting to rise in her cheeks, anxiety spiking a little bit at the thought, she's gonna do this--
she needs a distraction. she huffs, presses her hand delicately to kazuha's chest over her hoodie, and playfully pushes her a step backwards. mei's the queen of fake it till you make it. ] You're not the only thirsty one. [ rude. ] Come in, make yourself comfortable...~
[ and she'll take that chance to stork walk sashay away, the varsity jacket just showing off the pretty, delicate pink lace over her pale skin. ]
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mei definitely licks her lips, and that's not quite on purpose. she just can't help it, already instantly drawn in by that sexual tension like a magnet. it's easier to relax because it's kazuha, but as the tension mounts a little more, as mei just leans up a bit into her space and hums-- ] You're lucky, I was feeling patient. ♥
[ she can feel her heartbeat start to ratchet up a little dangerously in her chest. jesus. what is she, twelve again? playing seven minutes in heaven in the closet with her best friend? embarrassed, mei can feel a faint heat starting to rise in her cheeks, anxiety spiking a little bit at the thought, she's gonna do this--
she needs a distraction. she huffs, presses her hand delicately to kazuha's chest over her hoodie, and playfully pushes her a step backwards. mei's the queen of fake it till you make it. ] You're not the only thirsty one. [ rude. ] Come in, make yourself comfortable...~
[ and she'll take that chance to
stork walksashay away, the varsity jacket just showing off the pretty, delicate pink lace over her pale skin. ]