[ Though Furina may have been the one to invite Weiss to deepen the kiss, it's somehow still surprising when she feels the slick slide of her partner's tongue dipping past her lips, and a muffled sound of surprise escapes her that is swiftly lost between their mouths. As Weiss steps closer, a warm, flushed sensation sweeps over Furina from head to toe. She's beginning to better understand why kissing like this is so popular back home...
For all intents and purposes, they've now fulfilled what the dice asked for them, but Furina isn't quite ready to let this end, enjoying what Weiss offers her in this kiss, and the chance to learn, to studying these intricate dance moves that she is quickly becoming accustomed to. The touch of her tongue is timid, at first, but she grows bolder, drawing it over the ridge of Weiss's teeth as she draws her flavor into her own mouth, her heart beating like a mad fist in her chest.
Should they...stop now?
Her hand drops down to rest against gently against Weiss's collar bone, an invitation to stop, if she wishes to, but otherwise, Furina will continues to kiss her, slow and deep. ]
[ It's true - they could stop here. The thought even occurs to Weiss when their tongues meet, but she's overcome by a need to keep going. To keep kissing Furina. The fact that they're playing a game hasn't been lost on her, but. . . perhaps just a little more, a little longer.
There's something fun about this— kissing and being close to someone— the physical intimacy of it all is both so intriguing and exciting, and Weiss finds that she's not quite ready to let go just yet.
At the same time though, she isn't someone who intends to take this any further. Her kisses remain as slow and heated as Furina's, like a calm river during a hot summer day. Even Furina's hand by her neck feels hotter than it should, as if she's become so sensitive to everything.
When Weiss breaks away, it's more because she needs air than because she wanted to stop. Her eyes stay half-lidded after opening them, her cheeks so flush, and her chest is heaving just from all that. ]
Are you okay?
[ Her voice is hush, and it's only the hand on Furina's chin that drops. The other remains on the other girl's waist, albeit her touch isn't so heavy and pronounced now. ]
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For all intents and purposes, they've now fulfilled what the dice asked for them, but Furina isn't quite ready to let this end, enjoying what Weiss offers her in this kiss, and the chance to learn, to studying these intricate dance moves that she is quickly becoming accustomed to. The touch of her tongue is timid, at first, but she grows bolder, drawing it over the ridge of Weiss's teeth as she draws her flavor into her own mouth, her heart beating like a mad fist in her chest.
Should they...stop now?
Her hand drops down to rest against gently against Weiss's collar bone, an invitation to stop, if she wishes to, but otherwise, Furina will continues to kiss her, slow and deep. ]
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There's something fun about this— kissing and being close to someone— the physical intimacy of it all is both so intriguing and exciting, and Weiss finds that she's not quite ready to let go just yet.
At the same time though, she isn't someone who intends to take this any further. Her kisses remain as slow and heated as Furina's, like a calm river during a hot summer day. Even Furina's hand by her neck feels hotter than it should, as if she's become so sensitive to everything.
When Weiss breaks away, it's more because she needs air than because she wanted to stop. Her eyes stay half-lidded after opening them, her cheeks so flush, and her chest is heaving just from all that. ]
Are you okay?
[ Her voice is hush, and it's only the hand on Furina's chin that drops. The other remains on the other girl's waist, albeit her touch isn't so heavy and pronounced now. ]