"Mm..mmf.." Another faint whimper exits her lips as Mika's tongue presses past her own strawberry-flavored lips and presses against hers. Cherine's hands clutch the door behind her gently, but she can feel her legs starting to slip. It was almost like she was..drugged or something. Maybe she was? But all she had eaten this morning was her usual meal at her house...that couldn't be it. Staggering, Cherine whimpers in a bit of confusion at the surge of emotions trickling through her body - being this unconfident and shaky was nothing like her. It *was* certainly risky to head out in the wild like this, but she was a big girl..she..she could control her emotions, at least she thought. Though..her lips were quivering, and all she could do was stare up to Mika, her mind locked in her own little mental conflict....