<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/>Her own breasts rise and fall faster, the polyester and cotton of her sports bra peaking at the stiffening, unspoken signs of arousal that comes in the form of a spreading flush over her breastbone and cheeks, to the stiffening of her pert nipples against the constraining fabric as two crescent moon shadows.  The delicate nerves of her fingertips seem to quiver at Cassy's touch, and Ally's delicate little panting breaths escape past her parted lips.<br/><br/>Eyes fluttering softly closed, then forcing their way open again, she drinks in the beauty of this new-found lover's body, her generous breasts yielding to gravity so subtly now and tempting her hands so prettily... without a moment's hesitation to appreciate the loveliness of Cassy's bare skin, she gently reaches to cup the underside of the left breast, her own body different in such subtle ways, before she writhes at the sensation-- she's on the balls of her feet, her toes curling inside her Pumas, and she savors the heft and resistance of Cassy's breast in her hand as she strokes it adoringly in a partial circle.  She leans up to kiss tenderly at the earlobe where it peeks from a curtain of brilliant, clean golden hair, and lets her tongue trace the rim of that ear in a patient path before following with wet kisses, punctuated by a subtle nip.<br/><br/>She finds a girlish giggle escaping her lips at the thrill of it, trailing into a warm, heavy sigh of lust that rises to a soft murmur.  With her free hand, she gently squeezes Cassy's breast-- god, just her fingertips and the sensation of warm flesh was enough to start a pulsing deep in her core, and Ally finds herself pressing against her own touch, squeezing her compact upper body up into the welcoming, womanly feel of Cassandra's embrace.<br/><br/>It's a game, in a sense, enticing trading with being enticed, pieces on a chessboard falling away, and she doesn't want it to stop until she tips her king... again and again.  The word "yes" slips out without her meaning it to, and she slowly rolls her thumb around Cassy's aureole before dipping her mouth to suckle at her collarbone, her golden eyes half-open and fixed on Cassy's gaze as if, naturally, she's driven to ask permission to move on-- reluctant to interfere with the sensations in her body in any way-- but finds that the temptation to place her warm, wet mouth in a full 'o' over that nipple too great.  Their height differences, in this case, are accommodating for just such a french kiss upon that sensitive peak.