<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters gym<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mecha, open<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>Aside from her eagerness to strip away any layers between their skin, Ally is captivated by Cassy's casual, teasing process of undress, so much so that she manages to discipline herself a bit-- force herself to slow it down, to drive it further, by wrapping her fingers in Cassy's to inhibit that last couple of buttons of her blouse.  The distance between them is erased in a slow arching roll of Ally's golden-tan skin, her lean and sculpted body urging for an exploratory caress.<br/><br/>She teases her lips back a bit, makes as if to snatch one last kiss, and instead dips her nose and draws Cassy's lower lip between her teeth, sucking at it and drawing at her red-stained pout, licking across the gentle swell of flesh.  She releases it with a fierce hiss of breath, releases Cassy's fingers, and caresses the swell of her breasts over the milky silk of the blouse, feeling the ample, firm flesh yield just so and with a pleasant suppleness under the lace constriction and underwire... those constraints would have to go.<br/><br/>Mouthing kisses across Cassy's cheek, an open-mouthed caress of her warm, damp mouth forms a circle of heat at the underside of Cassy's jaw, works its way in a blazing migration down her throat to a whispering, closed lipped kiss between her collarbones, before Ally's face draws back, fixing her gaze upon the electric-blue eyes-- too lovely and blue to ignore.<br/><br/>"Let's see if you do..."<br/><br/>Wordlessly she agrees, leaning back with the reluctance of a petulant child who hopes-- or expects-- to be spoiled.  Her honeyed brown eyes are smoldering with unchained hunger, and she can only act-- caught up in the intensity of a need whose lust is consuming rational though.  She manages a long, naughty smile, placing the fingertips of both her hands at the base of her lip as if she's about pray.<br/><br/>One hand loses its place, as if of its own accord, and strokes its way down the her breastbone and ribs, just as she places the other hand's fingertips between her lips, watching.