<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ad/56/c6/ad56c6d67916bcef0d686db5643892e3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aurora "Rory" Vega<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong> Stairs<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leah<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue blazer, white button down, tan pants (cuffed), white sneakers, hair done in a pompadour and french braid similar to this (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/f3/89/a0f389a904c696b9199ebe37180cba67.jpg)</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Rory's breath caught and held as Leah's hands went to her middle. At first she thought the woman might call a halt to what was between them on the matter of principle but then her nails were scraping against Rory and the bodyguard found herself cursing the fabric between them ever so soundly in her mind. Still, she dared to hope the touch was the invitation she wanted it to be.<br/><br/><em>"Until this is addressed, we can not truthful answer the other question."</em><br/><br/>There was logic there that Rory would have fully agreed with had her mind not already been clouded over with a haze of desire. As it was the best she could do was nod slightly as she fought against what she wanted to do. Though that fight thankfully didn't have to last to long.<br/><br/>Leah made it clear that she wanted this and that was enough for Rory. Her hot little demand followed by the press of her lips to Rory's own pulled free a low groan and marine responded in kind with a demand of her own. One moment the touch of their mouths together was a soft, gentle thing that spoke of newness and first tastes, and the next Rory allowed her hunger to surface, her kiss heating past a simmer to a boil as her tongue attempted to coax the other woman's lips apart. The hand that had remained at Leah's waist rose to her chin, holding her in place for the thorough exploration that was Rory's kiss. Though her hand did shift away from that bare touch to slide back into the woman's long, silken fall of dark locks as she shifted closer, bringing their bodies inline. The feel of the other woman's breasts pressed against her, their lushness giving invitingly against Rory made her groan again and almost out of reflex the hand between the woman's thighs gave a hard squeeze. <br/><br/>Her hand released its grip but neat, trimmed nails juuuust long enough grazed along a now full exposed inner thigh moving down then back up. And Rory acknowledged the way her pulse sped and her hands itched to touch, well, everything. Leah was like being offered a damn feast after nearly starving for so long. Her fingers followed the woman's thigh to its natural end, finding the juncture where thigh met groin and tracing along the edge of those silk french cut panties she had a near perfect memory of. In a more patient moment she'd have stuck to her teasing and coaxing to enjoy Leah's reactions, especially given their less than secure location, but Rory couldn't seem to help herself. Couldn't seem to hold onto any coherent thoughts of anything other than Leah writhing in pleasure. It was like a physical driving need in her very veins so strong that her fingers detoured beneath the thin material to find the softest and most heated flesh with an seeking touch. A single finger found her entrance and circled, and just as her tongue picked up a rhythm that seemed to echo the very act she craved her finger began to push into the tight grip of Leah's body. <br/><br/>"Should take you back to the room. It would be better in the room, but fuuuck, mami..." She murmured into the woman's lips.</span>