It was surprising, very surprising. No recoil, no odd looks, no awkward smile. The other girl had stepped -closer-. She felt bare arms wrap around her, she felt the smooth soft creamy skin of a perfectly proportioned chin rest on her shoulder. And she heard the request. It was not difficult to grant. Her own arms quickly looped completely around the other girl, pulling the embrace tight. Dark hands begin to roam up and down the mostly uncovered back of the paler woman. Hands of a deep brown awash and lost in a sea of peaches-and-cream.<br/><br/><strong>"Anytime..." </strong>She murmurs.<br/><br/>Her own neck twists slightly, head tilting as dark black locks of hair spill across the features pressed so closely to her own. Dark cheek pressed against pale. The deep contrast of the skin only intensifying as it melds and shapes together. Nostrils flare as they take in the scent of the other woman she held so closely. It was intoxicating, and for the first time since her new roommate had arrived she felt something other than hostility and anger, but... was it lust? The burning desire deep within?