Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

Aurelias attention was almost drawn to the flicker of a green tail behind Marikos currently taller form, but she had finally managed to drag her eyes from the hand that rested atop the bakemonos ample bosom, not to mention away from the bosom itself, so the redhead was unwilling to risk looking elsewhere. Mariko looked at her playfully, it seemed, her voice implying as much as her response was riddled with cheek and lacked not in any amount of teasing. Aurelia caught her tongue as it was just about to agree on the others statement of her own uniqueness, finding that she might feel foolish after. Her mouth felt dry as her gaze lowered out of its own accord at the movement just below, the material of her tight clothing almost molding even further with the sensuous swell of her companions breast. Aurelia heard the barest hint of a noise akin to someone being choked noting not mere moments later that it had exuded from her own throat. Impossibly, her cheeks burned all the more brighter. I misplaced something, thats for sure. Aurelia could not help but mutter beneath her breath, tugging the scarf up higher as if to hide her face. Her voice was thankfully muffled by said bright blue cotton wrap which, in retrospect, looked out of place though it was not dissimilar to her state so she thought it rather fitting. At Marikos words, she at least had the wherewithal to look moderately offended. I wouldnt call you anything else, she protested. The bakemono had been subject to a great myriad of nicknames, ranging from insults hissed out in the heat of the moment, to the womans species and even just monster , which the redhead knew she had thought of Mariko as from time to time though she would never say it aloud. At the implication of the others more than plentiful provocative states, Aurelia cleared her throat free of the sudden lump that had appeared along with the memories of such positions. However, she could not contain the surge of excitement that tingled down her spine when Mariko graciously accepted her offer to move the conversation to a less public place. Do you drink coffee? Aurelia asked, as usual ignoring the bakemonos hints. I know of a small caf that serves the best drinks, but only if you like the taste of coffee or tea. They arent ones to make good smoothies. A small grimace played on her lips as she recalled the last time she had ordered a mango blended smoothie from them. To say that it was adequate was a stretch and Aurelia didnt like the idea of subjecting Mariko to that. She lifted her fingers and lowered them as she began to list off other possibilities. We could go to the arcade at the mall if you like games, or if youre hungry we could just go to the food court there. The redhead tilted her head and frowned at the two lowered fingers, realizing that her options had been depleted relatively quickly. I dont really go out much. Aurelia gestured for the bakemono to follow her, at least away from the corner and from prying eyes. She half considered inviting Mariko back to her apartment as a joke, but she knew that the reptilian woman would probably take it seriously. Her lower lip was drawn between her teeth slightly as she shifted herself to the side of the pavement, her hand brushing against the stone wall by her side, unpainted nails clicking methodically. Or we could just go to the park and talk Aurelia wasnt sure of the steps that came after inviting a busty, sexy monster girl out on what was essentially a date even if Mariko probably didnt see it as such. Her lack of tact irritated her and it was obvious by the way her eyes glared at a trunk of a thin, small tree. What annoyed her further was the thought that Hunter had been more successful than her, though men rarely needed words when it came to Mariko. Aurelia turned and shrugged nonchalantly, though she did manage to maintain eye contact with the monsters own golden gaze, Your choice? There was nothing worse than offering to do something Mariko didnt want to, after all, and it seemed as if the bakemono had a very firm idea of what she wanted even if the redhead refused to give it any thought.