<span style="color: #FF0000">FIRRAE</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>He did just as she had showed him. She was suprised her sister had not jumped on him yet. This was..<span style="font-style: italic">More then you had expected? Be careful Fir, your crossing a dangerous zone</span>Firrae pushed the slightest bit on his shoulders, sending them to the bed, him laying, her on top of him, she let her tongue slide with his, letting a small sigh escape her lips. She didn't have to fake liking this. This was all natural, and she was enjoying every second. Her hands slid past his jacket, to his shirt, going underneath and feeling the warm skin beneath her palms. Scars were everywhere, it just made it more interesting to her hands. A warm liquid fire was pooling her lower stomach, pushing her to let everything go. Her mind hissed at her.<span style="font-style: italic">Move this along, Vira is becoming aware.</span>She could sense her sisters presence in her mind. She sent a picture to Vashen, of him  pulling her dress over head. She in the mean time, slid off his jacket, letting her hands slide more easily under his shirt.