(if given that choice, perhaps vertin would have gone with her heart. the way that it chases, the way that it longs. perhaps she would have kept it at bay, or let herself be consumed if it meant in the end they never part again. if it would mean that their lonesome souls could always stay with the one that gave them peace. her body, this affection is all that she has to give though she knows not how deep it goes and how much more deeper it'd only grow. it won't ever stop growing knowing the way such greed can be endless; vertin's own could even shape up to be similar in such wants and needs. it already is as she's learning piece by piece.
someone that's burned bright, consuming and taking it all. the fabric of her pajama bottoms rides up around her legs slightly when she parts them for schneider to have better room depending on what she wants to do. her tender hands are exploring, though one rubs into the small of schneider's back as the other reaches finally to cup one of her breasts. exploration, memorizing of her own along her own curves and more. though vertin likes to think schneider's lips is her favorite part of her.
in how often they're kissing, how breathless she is between them with swollen lips, all plush from the kiss stained bruises. her body doesn't need another to take it; it could only ever desire one and maybe in the end she would allow herself to burn with this woman. offering it all, every part of herself that she might ever have with each kiss and each soft moan and sigh to schneider's own hands memorizing her body in a similar way.
her freckled cheeks are flushed red, eyes dark with need. how handsome she looks with such need more than lust. it would never only be lust from vertin in her own needs and how she might touch schneider in the future. no matter the way her affections can be physical toward others; there's only one that would get the greater part of such things when her hand squeezes gently schneider's breast as if to mimic what had been done to her.
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someone that's burned bright, consuming and taking it all. the fabric of her pajama bottoms rides up around her legs slightly when she parts them for schneider to have better room depending on what she wants to do. her tender hands are exploring, though one rubs into the small of schneider's back as the other reaches finally to cup one of her breasts. exploration, memorizing of her own along her own curves and more. though vertin likes to think schneider's lips is her favorite part of her.
in how often they're kissing, how breathless she is between them with swollen lips, all plush from the kiss stained bruises. her body doesn't need another to take it; it could only ever desire one and maybe in the end she would allow herself to burn with this woman. offering it all, every part of herself that she might ever have with each kiss and each soft moan and sigh to schneider's own hands memorizing her body in a similar way.
her freckled cheeks are flushed red, eyes dark with need. how handsome she looks with such need more than lust. it would never only be lust from vertin in her own needs and how she might touch schneider in the future. no matter the way her affections can be physical toward others; there's only one that would get the greater part of such things when her hand squeezes gently schneider's breast as if to mimic what had been done to her.
she'll learn, but that's fine in itself.)