<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/>At Cassy's response, the reality of it set in... this gorgeous blond, with her electric glow and-- god, how to put it politely, but<i>statuesque</i>body-- was<em>into </em>her, was reciprocating this flare of excitement that seemed to go off in Ally the moment she stepped in the door.  Was agent Heart on stand-by, was Ally going to get some kind of disciplinary action here..?<br/><br/>A hunger deep in her stirred again, and she felt the humming of excitement as her nerve endings tingled in anticipation for that moment of first contact, of indulging that hunger and letting bodies flow as they pleased... yes, a disciplinary action would be worth it.  Let Agent Heart flip her prim little wig in the hallway, or in the next room for all Ally cared.  Hell, she could watch.  This was a<i>need</i>now.<br/><br/>Smiling her catlike, crooked grin, Ally angles her dusky face toward the taller woman and stands, very slowly, from the bench.  "I'd like to see how your face looks when you fly," she murmurs softly, reaching forward with her slender hands to caress the waistband of Cassy's skirt and, her golden-brown eyes dilating with an almost intoxicated stare, she lifts her face with her lips partly open, as one drawing breath from sleep, and places a warm, hungry kiss at Cassandra's mouth.  Unless she backs away, Ally encircles Cassy's trim waist with her hands splayed as if to steady herself, and kisses again, then again, mouth working over the lovely woman's rouged lips and savoring the delicate taste and gentle press of that tender flesh.<br/><br/>Her skin feels sun-warmed, the golden brown glow of her skin seeming to radiate a faint heat as she leans into the kiss to caress her body against Cassy's, only a faint whisper of silky fabric and the distant, warm hum of the electronic machinery audible in the air.  Ally leans her face back, exhaling hot breath in a soft pant at the rush of excitement and sensation, and then refocuses her eyes on Cassandra as she tugs beseechingly at the hem of the elegant, soft-fabricked blouse.  "I can go pretty fast," she murmurs... apparently about more than her flight.  "Sometimes I don't know, maybe not the fastest in the world."  Her voice is husky with want and soft-spoken words.  "But I like it..." the whisper of silk as she unties her athletic shorts, letting them fall from her trim, shapely legs to pool around her feet in a hush.  Beneath, her simply black hipsters are tight to her hips, conforming smoothly to her mound and showing more of her lean-muscled thighs.<br/><br/>"Love the outfit," she murmurs as she toys with Cassandra's blouse buttons, and will giddily help to free them if she can.  "Might like it better off."