[Rory] Adara always takes her out, always pays, always makes her feel special, and tonight, it’s Rory’s turn. She’s always had a little cash on her, but she never says how or why she has survived on her own this long – after all, her rage is enough to terrify most people, despite the fact her demeanor is that of a kicked puppy who only wants to be loved. That shyness, that inability to speak correctly, it does nothing to help her predicament, but somehow, she manages.
So she decided to take Adara to dinner. Her way. She offered that shy little grin, and told Adara that she doesn’t need to pay tonight, that it’s on her. Of course, it came out that Adara wasn’t going to ‘tay ponight’, but well, she got the picture. Rory gets ready, pulling on her tattered jeans, and her well worn t-shirt, with just a light jacket – and she grabs her backpack, and offers that little shy grin once more.
“Ready?”
She takes Adara’s hand, briefly, and then leads the way away from the church, and toward Chinatown. she winds deeper into it than most people do, past the tourist traps, past the places people usually go. In the back alleys is where the action is, where the real China Town exists, where restaurants aren’t Americanized, but authentic. And it’s to one of these that Rory heads…
…not to the front entrance either. The back alley side door, where she raps sharply, three times. Pauses. And twice more. And just grins shyly at Adara as she waits.
[Adara Mires] There is rain outside and thunder…ooooh thunder. She felt the urge even more than usual to go to the Church and visit a certain redhead. After all the Fianna probably knew what would happen tonight when she first heard the clash of thunder. The highly hormonal Fury had showed up on the Church doorstep, soaked through and through.
No way she was going to use an umbrella during a thunder storm. She was dressed in shorts and red tank top, both piece of clothing clinging to her perfectly. She was wearing a bra, for with a tank top that wet, nothing would be left to the imagination and she liked being sexy but that’d be too much. Though she chose not wear panties and Rory could smell the rain, flowers, the forest and arousal on her friend.
Adara was smiling brightly, hair loose and wet when she saw Rory. The redhead told her they were going out and she was inviting her. She blinked twice and nodded “All right. I’ll handle the dessert though” She winked at her.
They left the Church together, heading toward Chinatown, the Galliard absolutely delighted by the weather and the company.
When the enters the alley behind the restaurant, she passes her arms around Rory’s waist and nibbles at her neck and earlobes, pressing her body against the warm back of the Ahroun, letting her feel hard nipples under tank top and bra. She waits patiently for the door to open, kissing and teasing the skin of her lover’s neck, hands moving slowly up and down her sides, cupping the breasts a little before the door opens.
[Rory] In the darkness as she waits for the door to open, Adara presses against her, and she catches her breath, trembling a little, eagerly, as her lover teases her, catching those wandering hands and pressing them to her breasts for a moment, just as the locks turn on the door. Rory steps forward, into the dim light, so that her curls can be seen. The door opens a crack, and a dark eye peers out, and Rory bites her lower lip, shyly, a moment, before she asks..
“Missus?”
There’s a scuffle, and the eye disapears, only to have another one take it’s place – shorter, this time. There’s a beat, then the door opens to see a little old oriental woman, wizened and ancient, peering up at them. She makes a clucking noise with her tongue, and reaches up to cup Rory’s face between her hands and pull her down to eye level.
“your late.” the lady declared, heavily accented.
Rory looks abashed, but tugs Adara around to be seen, and the little woman lifts both brows, and studies her. Then… nods. “Skinny too. Is broke. Again. Come.”
Rory shoots Adara a little grin, and meekly follows the tiny woman.
[Adara Mires] She lets out a soft, warm breath against Rory’s neck when the Fianna cover her hands with hers and press them on her breasts. She lets her go when Rory step forward to talk with the eye. She stays silent when the oriental woman speaks with Rory, offering her a warm smile when she looks at her.
She’s called skinny..or so she thinks that her the old woman is referencing to when she says it and grins widely. If the woman knew how hard it is for Garou to get fat with their metabolism, the shifting and all the exercise they do..to be fit for battle and some other type of activities.
She follows Rory, nodding to the woman “Good evening Madam” She walks close to her friend, one hand caressing her lower back…very low sometimes. She breathes in the smells and looks around, taking in their surroundings.
[Rory] The back hallway is packed with boxes they have to skirt around, but they could find the kitchen easily, just by following their nose. Where all Chinese restaurants that cater to the American public smell the same – this one… ah this one is just… better. Authentic. Real. It’s more than a smell, it’s a taste in the air, enough to stir any appetite. Rory’s belly grumbles in anticipation… loudly.
The Missus wobbles her way to the kitchen, swatting an errant busboy out of the way as she does so, he scurries, but shoots the girls an unrepentant grin as he does so. Rory ducks her head, ever shy, until she stops to look around at the bustling cooks in the kitchen, all working hard under The Misses’ all seeing eye.
They get lead to the ice machine, which is makin a godawful noise, and drips more water than it freezes. The Missus slaps it, annoyed, and then nods to Rory. “You fix. I feed.”
Rory nods, and then takes Adara’s hand, and explains softly, asks politely. “She eats must jeat. Nothing else. Meat.” The Missus looks surprised again, and then nods her agreement. Just meat for the Fury, and the usual for the Mule. Rory smiles her thanks, then grabs her pack and pulls out her tools so that she can get started.
This is how she stays fed.
[Rory] Fixin Freezer!
Dex+crafts diff 6-1 for merit: adding WP cuz she’s showin off.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 4 at target 5) [WP]
[Adara Mires] The smells are enticing. Asian food was always good and this promise to be better than where she gets her oriental cuisine usually. She offers the bus boy a wiggle of her brows then turn her attention to Rory and the Missus when her friend tell the older woman that the Fury eats only meat.
She offers the woman a grin as she raises her shoulders. What else could she do? After all it wasn’t really her choice after all. The woman leaves them and she watches the cooks for a few moments and find herself a spot to sit on, the heat of the kitchen drying her soaked hair and clothes. She watches her friend work, ankle crossed, wishing she had her guitar. Still she decide to sing softly an accapella of Linger by the Cranberries.
She makes it even slower, more sensual, a little more jazzy…and it all meant for Rory. She doesn’t care if every cook has a hard on after her performance…she wanted her lover to know it was all for her.
(charis + performance)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
[Rory] She turns to watch Adara sing for a few moments, her smile soft, even as the blush creeps under her freckles, warming her skin, creeping under her clothing, until she is warm all over… all because of the power in the Fury’s voice, the soft seduction that is meant only for her…
she ducks her head, and reaches out to slide her fingers along the Fury’s thigh, before she turns to the machine in front of ehr, and takes off the panel that leads to the mechanical underbelly of the machine, and grabs her tools and digs in. There’s no rhyme or reason to what she does, she adjusts things seemingly at random, pulling and stripping a wire there, twisting it with another there, using duct tape and bits of wire and random screws to bend the machine to her will. Sure, some real repairman would probably go white when he sees it, but he would likely write off the machine as a total loss.
Not Rory. Nothing is a total loss to her. If she can get her hands on it, she can fix it.
It doesn’t take too long, nimble fingers testing and moving and screwing and fixing and working while Adara provides a soundtrack, warming her from the inside out….
The Missus comes back over, just as Rory sits back on her heels and rubs at her nose, leaving a grease smudge behind. She nods, and reaches up to turn the machine back on… and when it balks, she smacks it. Hard. On the side. It purrs it’s reply, and starts to work again. Correctly.
The Missus nods, and points to Rory. “Saves us loads money. Feeding her small price.” And she gestures to the table at the back of the kitchen, where dinner is waiting for her and Adara. A plate of meat, a variety of delicacies that smell delicious and Rory’s favorites – noodles and beef and broccoli, and rice…
[Adara Mires] She watches Rory, fascinated. The lyrics of the song coming out easily. Her memory was almost infallible after all. The woman comes back and tells her that Rory saves them a lot of money. She smiles brightly, moving off the spot she was sitting on, in a smooth languid move.
“She is one of a kind” She say,passing her arm around Rory’s waist, in a possessive way. She doesn’t add that the Fianna is all hers. Rory knew it already or so she hoped. She put her thumb to her mouth, sucking it slightly, letting her tongue lick it when it exit and clean the smudge with a grin.
“All better now” She purrs sin that low, velvety, sensual voice that Rory liked so much. She kisses her where the smudge had been and then turn her attention on the meal “This smells and looks delicious.”
She takes Rory’s hand and leads her to the food, a happy smile on her lips, looking at her over her shoulder “Thank you for dinner hun, this is wonderful”
[Rory] She blushes clean to her toes as Adara wraps an arm around her, possessively, and cleans off the smudge, kissin her afterwards. one of the cooks drops a spoon, staring slack jawed, as Rory ducks her head, hiding behind her curls, even though it does nothing to hide her little amazed and happy grin.
She lets Adara take her hand, and follows her to the table, murmuring softly. “Yank thou, Missus.” The Missus just shoos them to the table, and bustles about the kitchen, getting everyone working again, as Rory and Adara take their seats.
She blushes, again, still, as she reaches for her fork, and peeks up at Adara. “Is how I live. This, and sky mulptures.”
[Adara Mires] She chuckles at the cook, watching Rory’s grin with a happy smile on her own lips. She thanks the Missus and then move to sit with Rory, taking the time to enjoy the scent of her food. She picks her fork as she looks at the Ahroun.
“You are one of the sweetest person I know. I know you’re trading your skills for food but you could actually get a lot of money for what you do, you know” She start to cut the meat with a knife “You live a simple life and enjoy it. Makes me really proud to call you my friend…and much more” She says looking into her lover’s eyes.
“Will you make me a sculpture one day?” She ask with curiosity, picking the meat she just cut with the fork and bringing it to her mouth, savouring the taste.
[Rory] She shakes her head, slightly. “Don’t meed noney. And teople poo scared of me.” Her rage is entirely too high to be around most humans. Here, now, the moon is dark and it makes a difference in how the workers and the Missus see her. She has had to be very careful, building relationships that hold over until the moon is dark again, no matter how frightening she might be when luna tugs at her rage and makes it near unbareable to be near her. She likes it simple, likes the simple exchange, likes that though her home sept took bets that she would starve to death the first week, she’s survived.
She’s thrived.
She blushes as Adara asks her to make her something, and lifts a shoulder into a little shrug, even though she’s grinning – still shy. The answer, though, is simple and obvious. “yes.”
[Adara Mires] She smiles warmly “You’re the best, you know that love?” She says, watching her. She let one of her sandals drop to the floor and push her feet slightly up, under Rory’s jeans, lifting one of her jeans leg up to her calf and let her feet caress the exposed skin slowly, tenderly, not caring at all if some cooks were watching and having naughty thoughts about them.
They were just thoughts, later, Rory and her will live it in all it’s intense details, sensations, smells and tastes. There was a thunderstorm going on after all. The thought of the rain, noises, lightning, Rory makes her bite her lower lip with a little faraway look.
She blinks and starts to eat again, grinning at Rory.
[Rory] She’s blushing, brightly, almost considering foregoing dinner and taking Adara out to the woods somewhere, right here and now, but she knows the Missus – if she doesn’t see Rory clean her plate, she doesn’t believe that the metis has eaten, and will just make her sit and eat more…
The blush has warmed her skin, though, and it’s obvious when that bare foot slides up under her jeans. She ducks her head, taking a bite of her dinner, and presses her leg lightly into that slidin foot…
Naughty thoughts indeed. And it’s no mistake that she’s eating faster than usual, too…
[Adara Mires] She let her feet there, caressing Rory’s smooth, soft skin. She loves to see her blush, enjoying the effect she had on the full moon as she was pretty sure Rory was loving the effect she had on her. She eats with appetite, one hand reaching to take Rory’s, fingers intertwining. It was private enough for her to be a regular couple with the Metis. She’d understand if Rory doesn’t want to be overly affective in front of people she knew for a while.
She is thinking about later, her lover is thinking about later, but only one of them know for sure that the other is aroused. Despite the smells of the kitchen, Adara was pretty sure Rory could smell her. After all her legs were slightly spread and only the fabric of her shorts was blocking the scent. She doubts that, from how wet she was, it was enough to prevent Rory’s sensitive nose to smell it.
She finishes her plates and watches Rory with a naughty look, a devilish smile on her lips. Oh, she was definitely ready to find some place private, outside and pleasure her lover.
[Rory] She watches as Adara takes her hand, and laces their fingers together, and bites her lower lip, smiling ever so shyly, as she peeks up at her friend, her lover, and then hurries to finish her meal, so that she and Adara finish at the same time, their hunger for food satisfied… their hunger for each other? Not even near satiated…
She smiles, shyly, and then reaches to take Adara’s dishes, piling them up with her own, before she stands and takes them to the sink – it’s all a part of the ritual. she rinses them off, and then turns to find the Missus watching. She ducks her head, submission and respect for the little Chinese woman. She gets a nod in return, and a little smile, and Rory grins at her, before she turns to grab her pack, and Adara’s hand…
“Desert?”
Oh please…
[Adara Mires] She smiles when Rory gets up and bring the dishes to rinse them,checking out her lover’s butt without hiding it. She had a gorgeous ass after all. She gets up, full, warm, dry…well there was a place still very very wet and smiles with a nod to the Missus. “Thank you for your hospitality and food”
She takes Rory’s hand and smiles brightly to her “Yes love, it’s dessert time, my treat”
She waves at the Missus and the staff and lead Rory out into the rain. She takes a moment to enjoy the feel of it on her skin,, her clothes and then turns to Rory and passing her arms around her lovers shoulders, she presses her body tightly against hers and kiss her deeply, fiercely, hungrily, possessively for a long time, one tight between the redhead’s legs, rubbing her crotch.
She wanted her so badly, one hand in Rory’s curls, tightening it’s grip around them, the other moving all over her sides, caressing a breast, wanting her now, on the spot. But she had a better idea “I want you baby, but I have a better place in mind”
She takes her hand and leads her to a tall building nearby and uses the fire escape to reach the roof. The had a beautiful view of the city and clear view of the sky. Lightning were lighting them with the absence of the moon
“Undress for me baby..and offer me what you want me to pleasure. I have a part of you in mind..if it’s the right one, I’ll reward you…if not…ooooh you’re in for something else” She smiles softly, the promise of both consequences pleasurable..in their own way.
[Rory] Outside, Adara presses against her, and she melts into her kiss with a soft groan, her arms sliding around Adara and holding the fury close, meeting the kiss with a shy desperation, possessed completely by her lover… she is trembling when Adara pulls away, before she leads her up to the building’s roof nearby. She climbs quickly, easily, and then…
then Adara tells her to undress, and offer what she wants pleasured, suggeting it should be somethin particular, and Rory blushes clean to her toes. She bites her lower lip, lightly, before she tosses her pack aside and strips from her clothing, baring her freckled skin to the sky, the rain, the flashes of lightening glistening on pale skin…
She wrinkles her nose, slightly, and then lays down on the rooftop, and spreads her thighs for her lover, peeking through her curls to see if this is the part Adara had in mind….
[Adara Mires] She undresses as well, letting her clothes fall in a wet heap on the rooftop. She keeps her eyes on Rory and the smoothly gets on her knees, then all fours and makes her way like an incredibly sensual panthers, hair falling down her face, over her shoulders. She kisses her way up, starting with Rory’s feet, licking them a little, sucking on toes then shins, thighs, inner thighs, lips and nose brushing the sensitive skin around her sex. She let her warmth breath caress Rory’s labia as she says in a deep purr:
“Close but wrong my love”
She kisses the Fianna’s pubic hair, her tongue licking the sink underneath. She kisses and suck her clit teasingly then let the tip of her tongue slide outside, long her swollen labia then suck and pull them lightly with her lips before letting her tongue lick inside them, spreading them, uncovering the entrance of her sex.
She slowly push her tongue deep inside Rory, licking her, tasting her, wanting more. Her hands caress her lover’s inner thighs for a moment before moving her mouth over the clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue, sucking it, while fingers slide inside the full moon, curling to rub her g-spot, moving in and out slowly, picking up the pace.
She knows Rory will come fairly quickly..both usually does the first time of each encounters… but not this time, There were consequences in making the wrong choice. When she feels like her lover is about to climax, she stops, leaving her fingers inside, kissing her belly and thighs
“Not yet darling….you guessed wrong…so I”m going to keep you from cumming for some time..until you can’t take it any more”
Which she does, pleasuring her until the last possible moment, then simply teasing her softly before starting again. She does that for a long moment, until Rory’s body can’t handle it any longer…eventually allowing her to fall over the edge, tongue and fingers making sure it’s as intense as possible.
[Rory] Wrong, she says, and Rory blushes all over, even as she watches adara come closer… she catches her breath as the fury kisses her way to her wet sex, teasing and licking, leaving no spot untouched… Rory moans, softly, her thighs falling wide open, to allow her lover complete access to every bit of her lean form…. hips curl to meet those fingers, her cries and moans masked by the sound of rain and thunder, even as she trembles with pent up sensations under the constant tease…
She keeps her from cumming, until Rory is frustrated, squirming in a whimpering beg, the thought of the next touch all but doing her in anyway, and when the fury closes her lips around her clit that last time, fingers sliding deeply, Rory can’t control her cries, her release slamming through her with an intensity it leaves her breathless, unable to think, unable to do anything but slide her hands into Adara’s hair and hold her close, her thighs quaking in little ripples of delight, her back arching as she falls over the edge completely…
It seems forever until little aftershocks are all thats left, each flick of the touch causing her to curl her hips closer, quivering, beging for more….
If this was the wrong answer… she’s completely unsure she can handle the right one….
[Adara Mires] She takes her time, once Rory climaxes. She licks her clean, kisses her all over her sex and inner thighs, fingers rubbing her very slowly. She moves slowly up, keeping her hand between Rory’s legs, caressing her sex, labia, clit, rubbing her. She kisses her way along her flat belly, stopping at her breasts to lick them, kiss them, suck on them, nibble her nipples, pulling them slightly with her teeth.
She stays there for a while then kisses the redhead’s shoulders, nibbles and kiss her neck, jawline until she finds her lips and kiss her with love, passion, lust, desire…sharing what’s left of her taste, her hand masturbating the full moon ever since her mouth left that beautiful sex.
Eventually the kiss is broken and she purrs softly “I love you Rory.”
[Rory] each touch, every lick and kiss and slow slide of fingers makes her tremble, breathless, forever wanting more.. greedy and wanton, as she watches Adara through her lashes, the constant sensations singing under her skin…. she wraps her arms around the Fury as she crawls up over her, holding her close even as hips continue to rock into her hand… her breath stolen by the kiss that shares everything…
her hands slide over Adara’s skin, carressing sides, breasts, hip and ass as she loses herself in that kiss, matching the emotions behind it with her own… no one has ever made her feel as wanted as Adara… Ray’s lovemaking was electric, and intense, but too easy to give up… Adara is different, and she isn’t sure she ever could…
And when she purrs those words… words she has never heard before from any living being, Rory falls quiet, falls very still, as she searches Adara’s eyes for even a hint of teasing, of playing, of anything other than honest emotion… and seeing only what she never expected to find, ever… never deserving it, forbidden and unallowed…
Rory sighs soflty, delightedly, and lefts her head to kiss Adara again… before whispering… “Te moo…”
[Adara Mires] She smiles,a genuine, happy smile. “Then I’m your my love. Only yours” She slides her fingers back between Rory’s legs, rubbing her sensitive spot again, caressing her, rubbing her until she climaxes again. She brings her juices coated fingers to her lips, licking and sucking one, offering the other to her lover “Taste yourself baby, you are so incredibly delicious.”
She cleans her finger and then kisses Rory again, fiercely.She was truly in love with this shy, powerful, stunning woman. Reluctantly leaving her lover’s lips, she shifts position, lifting Rory’s hips, ass and sex in the air, kinda like the last time she pleasured her butt and sex at the same time.
Except this time, she gets up, holding the Fianna in that position and moving one leg across and between Rory’s legs, she bend her knees until her sex was pressed, warm and wet, against the redhead’s. She starts to grind slowly against her, making sure both clits and labia were being rubbed. Soon she picks up the pace, moaning, looking down at her love, watching her reactions.
[Rory] She is hers… and Rory has been captured, captivated, changed forever by the lovely FUry who gives herself, all of herself, to Rory so easily, earnestly, honestly…. She touches her again and Rory gasps, and arches her back, trembling as the sensations build so easily, so quickly under talented fingers, her entire body reacting to Adara’s touch, as she tightens her arms around her.. clinging to her throuh her release, as if afraid to let go, afraid she might disappear if she does…
after, her breath still ragged, she pulls the Fury’s fingers between her lips, sucking it clean before she kisses her again, her fingers sinking into Adara’s hair, holding her there, saying all the things she can’t form into words with the tangle of her tongue, the press of her lips….
She lets Adara position her, trustin her completely, as always… and when her warm, wet sex presses against her own, and she begins to grind, Rory cries out softly, trembling at the sensations that rocket through her, knowing that they are mirrored in her lover’s form… she grasps for something to hold on to, afraid she’ll fall right throuh the skin of the world in a burst of orgasmic delight, wraps her hand around her lovers and holds on tight, matching, meeting the grinding motions, determined that Adara should come with her this time… each of her lover’s moans only serving to ratchet her desire higher still…
“oh…OHHHHH…” She is at a loss for words – and soon settles on just one…. Screaming her lovers name to the thunder and rainfilled sky as she falls again… knowing that she will be caught in Adara’s arms, and find safety there….