[ Echoes of Jinx's restraint ripple along their tether, and Sharon can't stop the smile that curves into the kiss. When Jinx nudges her tongue forward, Sharon parts her lips without hesitation, welcoming the familiar tangle again. It isn't a struggle for control, just play. Shared rhythm. Give and take. Each time she pulls back for a breath, fleeting as it is, she opens her eyes to drink Jinx in, the warmth in her cheeks, the way she looks so undone, before she dives right back in.
When Jinx's leg lifts, Sharon follows the motion instinctively, sliding her hand down the back of her thigh and giving it a light, teasing squeeze. ]
[ she needs to keep her head above water, to keep her thoughts from drifting away and making sharon the center of her universe, but would it be so bad if she did? she has no family here and only a handful of friendsβif that. would it put too much pressure on her best friend to know that right now, in this moment, no one is more important than her?
her mind seemed to swim that way anyway, the more they kissed. and her leg twitches subtly at the other's touch but eases in quickly. this time, she muffles a gentle moan into their lips, and her hand carefully slithers underneath her shirtβcurious to know what her skin feels like beneath her clothing. jinx, as promised, doesn't venture where she shouldn't, allowing her digits to flow only along her mid-back and painting invisible swirls and circles. ]
[ Sharon feels the way Jinx moans into her mouth, and it sparks a brief, idle curiosity about what other sounds she might coax from the older girl. Satisfaction flares along the tether, sharp and fleeting, before her attention drifts back to the physical sensations—the give of Jinx's thigh beneath her fingers, the faint, electric tingle blooming across her tongue from Jinx's aquamancer healing ability.
She goes briefly still when Jinx's hand slips under her top, but she does not pull away as cool fingers trace slow patterns along her back, raising gooseflesh along her neck and arms. Sex has never ranked high on Sharon's list of unmet needs. Most of the time, being seen through a sexual lens makes her wrinkle her nose in reflexive disgust, her stomach hollowing with a fear old enough to drink. With Jinx, though, it's... different. Manageable. Something she doesn't mind as much.
It doesn't take long before her kisses begin to wander, drifting along Jinx's jaw and then down her neck, each one slower than the last, each lingering a little longer. Her hand stays firm on Jinx's upper thigh, unwilling to stray, unwilling to get too handsy just yet, despite the now-familiar coil of want curling low between her own thighs. ]
[ for a split second when their lips break and her breath catches, jinx thinks it is all over again, the same as before. but then she feels a gentle press to her chin, then down to her neck. and it's the kiss to the throat that spills another moan out of herβa higher-pitched whine as her fingers squeeze onto her friend's sleepwear, with goosebumps bursting to life through her entire body.
the bluenette chomps down on her bottom lip quickly, immediately recalling that there are others in the house besides sharon and herself, and they need to keep things quiet, or else this very lovely moment would come to an abrupt halt. and if that were to happen, she would be punishing herself for the rest of the day.
jinx tilts her neck to one side to expose more of her skin for her friend to explore more if she desires (and boy, does jinx wishes). all the while, she squirms underneath her and is doing all in her power to not buck her hips upwards. but even if she did, jinx would just be thrusting against air. ]
[ Her smile curls into the line of Jinx's neck, a low chuckle slipping free, her breath warm against skin, her want unmistakable. The sheltered part of her urges restraint, wants to pull back and leave Jinx aching for more, but the rest of her—the parts that spent decades existing without truly living—wants to sink deeper into it. Wants to draw out those soft, sweet sounds like it's something she was made to do.
She likes the control. Likes the quiet power of holding someone else like this.
Jinx writhes beneath her, fingers clutching at her nightshirt, head tipping aside to bare more of herself—an offering, an invitation, proof of how much she wants it. Sharon lets her tongue trace a slow path along the exposed skin before her lips follow, sucking gently at the spot. Her hand slides down Jinx's thigh, then up along her side, slipping under her shirt to rest beneath her ribs, touch gentle, trailing. ]
[ her friend's snicker heightens the redness on her cheeks, urging her to sneer and glare at her for discovering spots on jinx that she was unaware of. but sharon's tongue erases the miff, and another uncontrollable cry squeaks through her lips. this time, however, she utters her friend's name in a soft whisper that only her ears can hear, as if it were a secret so dark that even the walls shouldn't know and carry. ]
Yes... right there.
[ she thinks to their tether since her pants will only get in the way of her speech. while sharon mentioned there will be hesitation and time for her to be comfortable with this sort of intimacy, jinx is perfectly okay with her friend having all the control and for her to do all the touching and exploration while she keeps her hands completely stillβto not do the same until she is ready. ]
I want to be yours.
[ the confession breezes through before jinx could grab ahold of it, before she could shove it behind her back and suffocate it from speaking out of turn. but it's out there now, hovering so freely and merrily with no cares.
maybe sharon won't think too deeply into it; maybe she'll chalk it up as a "heat of the moment" sort of thing, and this is all for play. just a game. it's what jinx will say if ever asked. still, her leg continues to secure iself around her waist, practically keeping her hostage until the mark on her neck is legitimate and present to anyone's naked eye. ]
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When Jinx's leg lifts, Sharon follows the motion instinctively, sliding her hand down the back of her thigh and giving it a light, teasing squeeze. ]
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her mind seemed to swim that way anyway, the more they kissed. and her leg twitches subtly at the other's touch but eases in quickly. this time, she muffles a gentle moan into their lips, and her hand carefully slithers underneath her shirtβcurious to know what her skin feels like beneath her clothing. jinx, as promised, doesn't venture where she shouldn't, allowing her digits to flow only along her mid-back and painting invisible swirls and circles. ]
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She goes briefly still when Jinx's hand slips under her top, but she does not pull away as cool fingers trace slow patterns along her back, raising gooseflesh along her neck and arms. Sex has never ranked high on Sharon's list of unmet needs. Most of the time, being seen through a sexual lens makes her wrinkle her nose in reflexive disgust, her stomach hollowing with a fear old enough to drink. With Jinx, though, it's... different. Manageable. Something she doesn't mind as much.
It doesn't take long before her kisses begin to wander, drifting along Jinx's jaw and then down her neck, each one slower than the last, each lingering a little longer. Her hand stays firm on Jinx's upper thigh, unwilling to stray, unwilling to get too handsy just yet, despite the now-familiar coil of want curling low between her own thighs. ]
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the bluenette chomps down on her bottom lip quickly, immediately recalling that there are others in the house besides sharon and herself, and they need to keep things quiet, or else this very lovely moment would come to an abrupt halt. and if that were to happen, she would be punishing herself for the rest of the day.
jinx tilts her neck to one side to expose more of her skin for her friend to explore more if she desires (and boy, does jinx wishes). all the while, she squirms underneath her and is doing all in her power to not buck her hips upwards. but even if she did, jinx would just be thrusting against air. ]
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She likes the control. Likes the quiet power of holding someone else like this.
Jinx writhes beneath her, fingers clutching at her nightshirt, head tipping aside to bare more of herself—an offering, an invitation, proof of how much she wants it. Sharon lets her tongue trace a slow path along the exposed skin before her lips follow, sucking gently at the spot. Her hand slides down Jinx's thigh, then up along her side, slipping under her shirt to rest beneath her ribs, touch gentle, trailing. ]
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Yes... right there.
[ she thinks to their tether since her pants will only get in the way of her speech. while sharon mentioned there will be hesitation and time for her to be comfortable with this sort of intimacy, jinx is perfectly okay with her friend having all the control and for her to do all the touching and exploration while she keeps her hands completely stillβto not do the same until she is ready. ]
I want to be yours.
[ the confession breezes through before jinx could grab ahold of it, before she could shove it behind her back and suffocate it from speaking out of turn. but it's out there now, hovering so freely and merrily with no cares.
maybe sharon won't think too deeply into it; maybe she'll chalk it up as a "heat of the moment" sort of thing, and this is all for play. just a game. it's what jinx will say if ever asked. still, her leg continues to secure iself around her waist, practically keeping her hostage until the mark on her neck is legitimate and present to anyone's naked eye. ]