Oh just how vexing Sarah can be. She would always find the chance to tease Ahri. To make her crave. Make her ache until she almost parts her lips to beg. This time she doesn’t. Stubborn. All too prideful. Even when it meant keeping her hips from rolling upwards for the much needed relief. A hiss comes out from her parted lips instead when the gunslinger moves just close enough so they could kiss only to put on that annoying smirk on her lips, whispering, retreating, with only a brush of their lips at most.
Annoying. So, so annoying. She could already feel her frustration burning as she brings a hand up to cup the Sarah’s nape, sharpened fingernails lightly scratching at her skin. So easy to break. To mark. And though Ahri knew Sarah would complain about later, she does exactly just that; bare claws marking the pale skin beneath it, dragging up to the back of Sarah’s head, scratching and teasing at her scalp. Threatening. Tempted to break her skin all the more.
“ —-Sarah, ” Finally came a clipped whisper, refusing, still, from breaking and from outright begging for more attention even if the way her hips twist in a desperate search for friction seem to tell otherwise. To them, this was a game —- - sort of. A competition. A challenge to see who would give in first. Her, who wishes nothing but to feel Sarah’s fingers on her skin, or Sarah, whose lustful gaze could almost devour her whole.
A click of her tongue. A curse at herself and finally Ahri gives in to her needs, hands resting on Sarah’s shoulders so she could push her down on the bed, switching their places in a mere heartbeat as she crawled atop the gunslinger so she now sat on her lover’s stomach, bottom lip pinched between her teeth, all too eager to greet the woman beneath her with a hungry roll of her hips, panting —- - sighing —- - her itch briefly sated even if just for a moment.
