<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br/>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jax listens, her eyes flitting between Hope's eyes and her body, widening perceptibly at the relation if how much she can lift.  "Something like that... They're part of me.  Integrated into my nervous system... From the inside."<br/><br/>She gently strokes Hope's beasts in her hands, her lashes fluttering just a bit, but she doesn't stop.  She simply tests their softness, their weight, their youthful firmness and warmth through the thin fabric.  Her thumbs stroke gentle circles to find Hope's aureoles, the subtle protrusions of her nipples.  "I live out here for safety, and for privacy... And because I'm coming to grips with very, very strong... Impulses."<br/><br/>She watches how Hope swallows a bit of fruit, how the grape flesh disappears behind her lips and down her throat, and her eyes half-closed.  She speaks on, husky with the Scottish accent more prevalent now, "and you may be there prettiest gurl in the world, lass, and had been me that espied ye flyin bout with nothin over yer body?  I might have chased you down."<br/><br/>She grins, "and did ye look like this then?" She murmurs, reaching her hands to Hope's shoulders, slipping her fingers under the shoulders of the garment and opening the neck wider, slipping the fabric down in rolling coils along Hope's arms.  "I think perhaps ye should nae be shy now."<br/><br/>Her mouth hovers alongside Hope's, then diverts its path and hides away along Hope's shoulder, covering the span of her throat and upper shoulder with a hot, wet kiss.