<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, Atemi<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/>When she's able to hear over her own throbbing pulse and the steady ringing in her ears, she knows that another young woman has stripped her top and thrown herself atop her.  She kisses Atemi back, drunk on sex and power... far beyond reckoning or reason.<br/><br/><em>Another woman I just met is pressing her naked flesh to mine.  She just saw me have a mind-blowing orgasm on the floor of the workout room with a fantastically hot blonde who can... control machines, is that it?  Not even flirting, just... jumping in.  But it feels RIGHTER than NOT doing it... it's like we need this more than people out *there* in the *sane* world... GOD, why is my body on fire still?  They can see everything, every inch of me, see me doing dirtier things than I would ever have done on a dare.  And I want MORE of it.</em><br/><br/>Breaking the kiss for Atemi, she pants against the woman's full and delicious lips, a glitter-sheen of sweat over her golden muscles.  She reaches back her hand for Cassy, needing to reassure herself that one dream didn't disappear for another, especially because that moment had been... well..?  ... special.  Far more special than she could rationalize, or would try to.  For now.  And when her fingers curl in Cassy's hair she tugs her in for a full-mouthed kiss, the taste of herself mingling there, and she tenderly strokes Cassy's cheek.  She wants to ask, 'friend of yours?' but can't.  She releases Cassy and wraps her legs around Atemi's midsection for a moment as she gracefully 'switches' to all fours to circle her with a playful and girlish grin.<br/><br/>"What have we here?" she says, then raises to her knees along Atemi's side, brushing her pert breast against her arm and taking one slim, brown hand into her own.  Her voice a lush whisper she presses her lips to the young woman's ear, "you can't help yourself either, can you?  It's like we're all mad for it..." she chuckles softly and bites-- gently, but firm enough for intent-- Atemi's earlobe before lapping tenderly at the half-circle of cartilage above, trailing to a hot, wet-mouthed kiss down her neck punctuated by dashes and dots of little nips.