<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> Dinner and onward<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Leah, Open<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;">"Fun things done with gym equipment? Do tell, gorgeous!" Rory chuckled as Leah took her hand and began leading her to the stairs. Their walk was casual but far from easy as the tension building between them--at least from Rory's perspective--seemed to keep increasing rather than leveling out into something companionable. As fun as it was to be around the brunette it was also a trial in self-control of the most torturous kind and finally Rory decided she'd had enough. <br/><br/>They came to a point where a decision needed to be made. At first Rory hadn't been thinking that way but she picked up on the way Leah's steps slowed slightly as if giving her longer to make the right choice for them both. One way would let them at least try to continue the pretense of simple camaraderie while the other would toss that all to the wind. It was a particularly poignant moment and had Rory only been deciding for herself she knew which way she have gone in an instant. However, there were other factors to consider in all this.<br/><br/>Pulling against Leah's hand, Rory countered her lead and pulled her gently to a stop just outside the stairs. Turning she used her own body to guide Leah back against the wall out of sight of anyone who might choose then to come down the hall from one of the other directions. <br/><br/>"Truth time, mami." She whispered to the brunette, already leaning close enough that there could be no mistaking what was on her mind. Her gaze dropped to Leah's lips and she leaned further in but didn't complete the kiss. "I know what I want." Leah naked, wet, and writhing just for her--yes, please. "But I'm not aiming to be anybody's mistake." One hand slid from the wall to Leah's waist then slowly skimmed lower over the flare of her hip and then toward the hem of her dress where it fell against smooth thighs. There was no rush or sudden movement, only a steady and measured pace which would give the woman plenty of time to stop her or object. Though if she didn't Rory's motions would continue until her fingertips hooked the edge of the dress and then began slowly sliding it upward.<br/><br/>"We both know the reasons we shouldn't." Actually, was there really more than one? "But I don't care any more. You've been on my mind all fucking day. I can't think of anything but all the ways I want you wrapped around me." If unchecked, Rory would slide Leah's dress higher, bunching the stretchy fabric until her hand could fully caress her thigh and possibly slide in between though she held off on touching any higher. "Tell me no, mami." Her lips pressed closer then and brushed against Leah's jawline. "Tell me no and we stop and go right on exploring the ship and I'll be a perfect fucking gentleman, woman, whatever." Rory hated labels. "Tell me no and I won't kiss you or try to find out how long it takes to make your knees go weak right here against this wall. <em>Dime</em>..." She added that last in Spanish and her long fingers began to splay wider against Leah's flesh.</span>