[ 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. ]
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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. ]