[Akiha's head tilts down so she can watch Katina, her hair falling forward, and she slides her other hand along the pilot's upper back. There is a darkness in her eyes, but one born of pleasure and not her demon blood. Each pass of the tongue and the friction accompanying it...
Her face is flushed and she shifts her legs just a bit. She can't decide what she wants more - this teasing contact, that tongue buried inside her, or Katina's lips against her own. Such indecision...
In the end, her hand threads through Katina's hair and she puts a little pressure on the back, holding her head to her.]
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Her face is flushed and she shifts her legs just a bit. She can't decide what she wants more - this teasing contact, that tongue buried inside her, or Katina's lips against her own. Such indecision...
In the end, her hand threads through Katina's hair and she puts a little pressure on the back, holding her head to her.]