special_rabbit | 6 Unicorn Street; Friday Night [07/19].

It felt a little strange acknowledging it, what with the way the summer had been going as a whole, but Amaya was actually having herself a really good week, even with being made a target in Diaz's class today. Maybe even because of it, because she knew she'd earned it, really, and she was still sort of riding the high of that competitive spirit from the trebuchet competition on Wednesday, she'd gotten the greenhouse finished this week. She'd had a chance to enjoy a few ales down at Caritas, too, which felt like something she couldn't quite get to as regularly as she used to, so that was nice.

And, if she just so happened to have found a certain mood there at the bottom of one of those mugs, well, she had a solution for that on hand as well. No fuss, no mushy stuff, just a simple solution and a good use of the pleasant buzz she'd built up. Built up enough to the point where she'd almost sent off her message to the wrong person just out of old habits (between the doors and the trebuchets and the balls being thrown at her, who could blame her, really?), but she caught herself and redirected things so they went to the right place.

Or, at the very least, the place more likely to yeild result at the moment.

Good night for a movie.

No, Amaya didn't even own a TV.

That was kind of the point.

[[lol, they had to find out eventually! NFB, if you please, and for the recipient of said text for great SP and probably awkwardly NSFW shenanigans ]]

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Seivarden couldn't help looking at those wiggled fingers, but then made an effort to shift her gaze to Amaya's face while pulling off her own glove completely. She sighed.

"I'm guessing you have sharp things in the kitchen."

Although, considering Amaya, she might have sharp things anywhere, couldn't she?

Crossing the distance between them, Seivarden reached her bare hand out towards Amaya's.

[In my head I had replied to this.]

Amaya might not completely understand the whole fixation that Seivarden seemed to have with gloves and hands; in fact, she usually forgot about it entirely, until there were moments, moments just like this, when it would be impossible to deny that there was some sort of spark of...something there, as Seivarden's hand met hers.

"Loads of 'em," she said, her voice perhaps a bit huskier than usual. "Heavy things, too. Table's pretty sturdy, though."

But that did cause her a moment's pause.

"'Course, this does seem like a good way to wind up breaking it..."

She...did not sound too disturbed by this idea. If anything, she always did love a new project.

[[ and here my telepathy takes the day off on thursdays, too *shakes fist* ]]

"We wouldn't want to break your table," Seivarden said, not sounding that concerned either. She took a step closer, running her thumb from Amaya's palm to further up her arm while leaning in to kiss her neck.

It probably was a bad idea to test the island like this, but they could both be stubborn, couldn't they?

Incredibly stubborn, and, really, tests were important. You couldn't really figure out how something worked unless it was thoroughly tested, and Amaya did rather like to get in there and figure things out. For all they knew, maybe it wasn't the island. Maybe it was specifically her bedroom. They wouldn't know if they just went and assumed, now, would they?

Which may have seemed like an awful lot of justification for the faintly eager smile, for the tilt of her head back to grant Seivarden more room to kiss, but Amaya was taking it and running with it, especially since figuring stuff out was possibly even more stimulating and exciting than any of it.

And if she let that moment linger just a little bit longer than she would normally, she would just insist that she was merely giving the research some time to breathe, so they had a good, solid amount of time to determine whether or not everything was good.

Conclusion? So far, so good. Very good. Amaya wrapped an arm around Seivarden to draw her close, ungloved hand spreading across her back.

Seivarden continued kissing Amaya along her neck, carefully nudging her blouse over her shoulder, as if the island wouldn't notice if she did it slowly.

Maybe slowly was the thing here? Maybe Amaya just had to be patient.

They were doomed.

There was only so much patience that Amaya had in her, and it had already been stretched pretty thin. And there was only so much neck-kissing a woman--at least, a woman like Amaya, anyway---could handle before your mind just started turning a bit toward...fish.

She needed to be doing more, anyway, with her hands. Amaya didn't do well with idle hands. And so those hands were now slipping over Seivarden's shoulders to her chest, pushing her away, pushing her back, toward that aforementioned table of noteworthy sturdiness. ANd as they traveled back, her hands traveled down a little further, to make swift work (or at least try to) of the removal of Seivarden's trousers.

Quickly. Seivarden may have figured the island was thinking they required more patience, but Amaya's shiny gold coins were going right toward a push for more efficiency.

6 Unicorn Street; Friday Night [07/19].

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