<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RK9d9kH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Evie Connors</em><br/><strong>Date | Location:</strong><em>Sunny Afternoon  | Japan, Ishikawa Estate, Mai's Locked Dressing Room</em><br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong><em>Casual clothes, hidden knife</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Mai Ishikawa</em><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><em>Takes place 19 years ago and includes backstory going back farther</em><hr/><br/><em>"Make me cum for you like in the theater. Please. Show me that you are really here with me. Tell me that you would not leave. That you are real. Evie, I missed you so much."</em><br/><br/>Mai’s held higher, just above Evie’s waist, legs tightened around her torso, mouth seeking her ear. Evie’s eyes shut, her whole body tightening, feeling a glorious ripple of pleasure zing from her hardened nipples, down her spine. Mai remembered how wild she could get when her ears are played with. They’d been making out for a long time, and Mai simply knew how to torture her.<br/><br/>“I’m here, baby. I’m realer than real, and no one’ll ever take you away from me ever fucking again.” Lifting her mechanical hand, pressing the skin on the pads of her fingertips to Mai’s jaw, stroking it as though to confirm it’s real, she seizes her mouth again, tasting her.<br/><br/>The moment is pure perfection; she hates the way that bastard has changed her body, paled her skin, kept her cloistered, and she wants only to spread Mai out on the biggest bed imaginable and feast on every inch of her until she’s a writhing, panting mess, like the first time they’d gone all the way after their makeout session had transformed into a wordless eruption passion.<br/><br/>They’ve never had a space to themselves, not really. Everything has been semi-public, everything a risk. This might be the first time they have an actual locked door, besides the limousine. Evie’s pretty sure in here, she can make Mai scream.<br/><br/>She sets her down long enough to unwrap the belt, roll the kimono more lovingly off her shoulders, unwrapping her body with deliberate slowness, kissing each new inch of skin. When the kimono is passed her shoulders, she lifts Mai to sit on the dresser, pausing to reach down and strip off her own tight T-shirt clinging to her frame, revealing her rangy body and how it’s changed, less stringbean and lightly contoured up her abdomen, ribs cresting gently. The sports bra comes off with her shirt, shiny dogtags falling between her firm breasts. The arm is symmetrical and contoured beautifully to match the other, and there’s power in her long arms too. The scars from the explosion are scant, having been patched when they’d replaced most of her arm and her as-yet unseen legs beneath those cargo pants.<br/><br/>Approaching, she lifts one of Mai’s hands, pressing the palm to her warm tit, which is more than a handful. “You’re the only one who knows how to touch them.” Her hand, meanwhile, slides down, stroking lightly between Mai’s thighs to tease her. “Seem to recall, at the theater, doing this for the first act. By the time I got on my knees, I think you were off almost instantly, and then it was just a matter of how many more times I could make it happen before intermission…” She leans in, nose brushing against Mai’s. “No idea how you kept your mouth shut through all that.”<br/>