<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/31/84/bb/3184bbdd8d9857152b334b835a49d680.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept. 3, 2017: Midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Betsy Braddock | Psylocke (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Ah! Ninjas!<br/><hr/><br/>Rahne's teeth gritted slightly as the woman continued to challenge her world view. This time, though, it was panged with sadness. But she wouldn't have known that the younger redhead had no parents. That she had been raised in an orphanage, by a man that had beaten all fight out of her--literally. This time she bit back a response, though, knowing it would be dismissed and challenged as well.<br/><br/>So silence reigned, as the woman continued to shift and test her stance. The redhead wasn't sure what was happening any more. They were touching quite a bit, as the woman's body circled her, brushed her, more often and in more places that seemed quite appropriate. Whether or not it was Psylocke's intention, the teasing and seductive touches kept Rahne pliable and open to suggestion--she obeyed the Japanese woman, as flowers filled her senses and instructions were given. Her body tingled wherever the woman touched her, until wet heat was starting to build between her legs.<br/><br/>Dark thoughts started to mix in with the sinful ones, about what this woman could do to her. Each imagining of their bodies closer was countered with the reverend's scoldings and beatings. This was sinful, and wrong--it had to be, she knew it was. But yet she trembled, and wanted more...<br/><br/>Why? Why did she have to be tested so?<br/><br/>"Every night?" she repeated softly, surprised. The thought of this woman inspecting her for the next week was oddly thrilling...and more than a bit nerve wracking. But she nodded, her chin pressing down right as the woman's hand caught her face. Rahne's breath caught in her throat as her head was tilted up, Psylocke's eyes filling her vision, as lips brushed her own from the whispers. Her cheeks flared red at embarrassment of her thoughts being heard--and the suggestion that they might happen.<br/><br/>"Ah..." she started, before the movement of her lips brushing Psylocke's made her shiver. "But...you...will teach me?' She wasn't sure if she meant how to fight, or how to approach the open door...