The sharpness takes her by surprise, and draws a smile out of her. So quiet and demure had Rani seemed when first she arrived, so fragile. She likes more and more the signs of a wild cat that seems to come out, sharpened claws and quick wits.
The realisation strikes her perhaps only moments before Rani, when her abdomen tenses as Rani moves between her legs, and she almost damns herself for how her mouth goes dry and she bites her lip, how she could swear that her breath is shallower as the warmth of Rani’s hands slide upwards over her skin.
“Why is my fierce tiger looking away?” Hushed, as the clinging wet material falls free of her. She is too broad and too tall to be considered attractive, by some. Proud and admirable in the estimation of others, the strength demanded by her craft (her passion) defined under the milky paleness of her skin. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath feels like it must be horribly obvious, as she lists closer to Rani, wonders if kissing her now would be too much a presumption, taking too great a step in their careful courtship.
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The realisation strikes her perhaps only moments before Rani, when her abdomen tenses as Rani moves between her legs, and she almost damns herself for how her mouth goes dry and she bites her lip, how she could swear that her breath is shallower as the warmth of Rani’s hands slide upwards over her skin.
“Why is my fierce tiger looking away?” Hushed, as the clinging wet material falls free of her. She is too broad and too tall to be considered attractive, by some. Proud and admirable in the estimation of others, the strength demanded by her craft (her passion) defined under the milky paleness of her skin. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath feels like it must be horribly obvious, as she lists closer to Rani, wonders if kissing her now would be too much a presumption, taking too great a step in their careful courtship.