<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hajna continues to kiss Rose’s cheek, pulling away to see her smile. “Oh good, for a moment I was worried you wouldn’t appreciate my little game,” she laughs, returning her kisses, now placing them on Rose’s lips. Her fingers flex against the green haired girl’s thigh, then move up, until it is groping her breast through her shirt. Her own body moves closer, her legs almost flanking Rose’s sitting form, chest just touching her shoulder.   Mitta had been slow to catch onto Hajna’s game, content at first to simply watch. He still keeps his distance, but now however his hand wonders, finger tips sliding up and down across Rose’s other breast, gently seeking out the centre on each pass.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rose tongue stretches out lazily as Hajna kisses her on the lips, working its way into the Elven woman's mouth squirming ever so slightly as he thigh is gripped, reacting even stronger to the thigh than when her almost flat chest is squeezed although Mitta's efforts striking her nipple on each pass earn a pleasent murmer as Rose tries to relax even more than she had been, leaning into Hajna's chest and using her like a body pillow.