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[holy fuuuuck

Her ears are burning. Lily knows little enough about herself but she does know she's an aggressive switch, and she's just so tempted to just let Yvie take the reins on this one, really she is.

She kisses her back with fierce desperation. Rough seems to work very, very well, though the gentle was appreciated and welcomed too, but she whines against the other woman's lips for a moment before her tongue slips into her mouth and a hand slides down the curve of her body to rest at her hip. No, rest is too calm, too gentle, she grips it as though it's a lifesaving piece of driftwood in a storm]

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[ While she doesn't flinch or falter, the hand on her side, the firm tightness of it snaps her out of her reverie. Marks and bruises are something she can't abide by, the mental alarm bells scream for her to put a stop to it, despite the fact everything else is worth continuing.

Never letting the dance of mouths and tongues miss a beat, her arm glides between hers to pry her off and pin her to the nearest wall as if this was all part of the choreography. ]

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[Lily doesn't suspect any deeper meaning behind the action, just chalks it up to being another sway in the balance and is happy to be carried by it.

She whines as she's pinned, surprised and delighted and submissive--at least, for the moment. If she's going to be pushed here, she will give much more to make up for it, unwilling to be idle. She sucks lewdly at Yvie's bottom lip letting her teeth run along it, not biting, but she could.]