<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/>Cassy's excitement spurs Ally on, and she holds back just enough to savor one last tug at the blonde's lip as she opens her eyes, taking in the sight of such an exquisite face framed in ecstasy-- that, and savoring the building pressure of want going wild as she grinds her hips between Cassy's legs, stroking her smooth pelvis at that tender flesh in an animalistic urging to make love and be made love to.  She strokes her fingers over the lace of the underwear, damp with wanting, and traces her long middle finger along he thin fabric to follow the opening of Cassy's sex.  She pivots her hips ever-so slightly, seizing one sleek-stockinged thigh in her palm as she gently rolls a circle along the tip of her entrance, fingers rolling a tender circle in that half-curled way that she can nearly feel herself, letting the palms of her fingers and the sensitive fingertips entice that hunger, seeking to satisfy it or drive it wilder-- who can tell?<br/><br/>She lifts Cassy then, angling her waist back with more strength than her compact form should possess, and gently lowers her to the floor beside her lovely silk blouse and Ally's own discarded sportsbra, and then with a gasp of desperate breath she rests at her knees, there between Cassy's thighs, and stares down at her creamy skin and flashing blue eyes as her breasts heave with the labored breath heavy with the excitement of it.  Tenderly, she strokes her flared hands across the ivory flesh of her lower belly, sliding her fingers around the gray fabric's waistband until she finds the hidden zipper under Cassy's back.  Gently cupping her bottom in one hand, she eases the zipper down.  Staring hungrily, she manages to ease the garment from the blonde's waist and slip it down the length of her legs, lifting them scissor-like to rest upon her shoulder  where she chases it with fiery kisses along her ankles, calves, and knees before urging her to part them for her as she studies the timeless beauty of her body, clad in a garter belt and lace panties fancier than anything Ally's touched except at a shop she couldn't afford-- now, she sees the purpose... a woman whose beauty is accentuated by such fancies, but whose beauty transcends the simplicity of fashion.<br/><br/>"God you're beautiful," she whispers against those lips as she lays atop her, letting Cassy's thighs encircle her lower body as she writhes in another of those eager kisses, then begins a slow, patient trail down her throat, her breasts-- and with her dark eyes wide and fixated upon her lover's to savor every reaction, she paints a long, slow swath with her delicate tongue down the crevice of her stomach to her navel.  She writhes her way lower to steady those pale thighs once more before placing kisses along her mons, over the delicate lace to the skin beneath, where she begins to place slow, tiger-tail chasing kisses atop the fabric as she deftly unhooks each garter, then hooks her thumbs into the band and tugs the lace fabric insistently down her thighs.