[Naolin]

...Mmhm, I really should be getting to that sleep.

Fignum

Spoiler for citrus of...wha?:

‘Testarossa…’

Signum’s breath hits her ear, hot enough to make her shiver and light enough to set all her nerves on end. She half-unconsciously moves her neck further to the side, distantly wondering if her hair is going to end up tangled and keenly aware of the older woman’s hand tracing achingly soft lines on her stomach. The other hand, the right, is currently occupied with holding her wrists against the bed, shaking minutely; whether from nerves or excitement is unclear to her, but driven to distraction as she is by the hand not holding her down the thought seems vastly unimportant.

That teasingly unsteady left hand is following its own path over her abdomen, those strong fingers slowly weaving patterns that could be anything at all, applying just enough pressure to have her on the edge of writhing. And then Signum’s palm is over her breast and she almost forgets to breathe as-

*yawns* That's all, folks. Don't stone me? ^^'' I really have no idea if I can write that presentably at all... *winces* Here's hoping no one's eyes bled.

Edit: page claim for Fignum (hah, again), which is what I'll steadfastly call it until someone comes along with something more catchy. XP