<strong>"Sometimes, Mary, we just have to take what we want, we have to be honest with ourselves."</strong>That was the first thine she said after a long moment of silence of ponderous silence.<br/><br/>She steps forward, both of her hands reaching down to gather up the hands of her new roommate. The pale hands held in hands of a deep brown. Her fingers were slender and long, the skin on the top of her fingers smooth and dark like rich, expensive chocolate. On the bottom of her hands, the skin was lighter almost broaching on a caramel coloration. And calloused, a lifelong musician, the small ridges of 'harder' skin in place of exactly where the strings from her instrument would rest. Her hands, like the hands of many told her story to anyone who could feel them.<br/><br/>The gathered up hands are brought upwards as she comes to a halt directly in front of the other girl. Her legs pressed against the bent legs of the girl sitting on the bed. One thumb caressing the tips of Mary's knuckles.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't want to push you, or rush you into anything. I just... wanted to say thank you. Even if we got off to a bad start you... Have treated me like a human being, that's more than can be said for almost everyone around here, including the -staff-. And I just... You were open to my advances. I can still feel the softness of your breast in my hand. So I thought... maybe... we could be more? We could be... a couple?</strong>" She pauses for a moment, her dark, full lips pursing in thought.<strong>"But I want you to want it too."</strong>