<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/8c/3a/9f/8c3a9f7bb4b4a2e864440b40d267d19e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Psylocke<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest Outskirts<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sunday, Sept 3 just after midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Warning or invitation...?<br/><hr/><br/><br/>“Life is conflict, life is fighting.  You fight your parents, fight yourself, fight others and eventually you will lose your fight for life.  How you choose to fight all that is left to you.”<br/><br/>Every step the dark haired woman took was a silent one.  The silence did not seem intentional but rather instinctual, as if she had been not only taught but conditioned to move in a set pattern that produced no sound.  Softly she would extend her hand to touch and press, testing the stance before those hands would then assist Rahne in moving first to one side and then another.<br/><br/>Their bodies were kept close during this time.  Dark hair mingling with red, brushing and touch the cheeks of the other woman as if by intent.  The scent of Japanese flowers would infiltrate the senses of Rahne, fill them while Psylocke pressed and pushed against her.  Lips nearly grazed flesh more than once before the woman was satisfied.  Even those denim covered thighs opened and pressed to her before she finally stepped away.<br/><br/>“First you will learn these movements I am teaching.  You will practice them before your run and after your run.  Yes I know you run.  You will also practice them before dinner and before bed.  Every night until this night next week when I will inspect you.  Also every meal you will eat an orange but you will eat it by pressing your thumbs into the center and opening it up.”<br/><br/>Psylocke lifted her hands as if cupping an orange to demonstrate the motion.  Then she extended those cupped hands so that her fingernails slipped under Rahne’s jaw and then chin.  Slowly she tilted the other’s mouth upward to brush their lips together.  There were words spoken so that they both felt their lips move against each other and breath exchanged.<br/><br/>“I am a telepath by the way and you are not ready for me.  But if you disagree...my door is always open."