Yuffie scrunched her nose up as the man booped her gently. She pouted slightly, folding her arms. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said, holding her head up in feigned pompousness.
He wasn't exactly wrong about her choice of targets... She should definitely be choosing people who don't have the potential to flat out kill her. However, she did like to live life on the wild side.
"See, it sounds like you do look like the trouble I bring." She smiled, booping him on the nose in return.
Yuffie scoffed and rolled her eyes, trying to look way more nonchalant than she actually was. Her cheeks were so red it was almost as if she could feel her heart in them. She was not doing a good job of looking like she wasn't flustered by the man in front of her.
"Oh yeah? And you're saying that if I did the same, you wouldn't blush, even a little? I don't believe you." She said, pouting ever so slightly wit her arms folded over her chest.
Yuffie had been without his presence for what felt like far too long. Despite it only being a number of days, it felt like weeks since she last felt him, heard him, tasted him. The woman was insatiable, and found herself taking herself off to bed for some relief.
Strewn across the bedroom floor were her clothes, as she lay atop the sheets on the bed, breathing heavily and writhing at her own touch.
Closing her eyes, she could envision him. She swore she almost smelled him, too. She thought about him giving her instruction, making her obey him. The way she would kneel for him, looking up at him with desire. She thought about the way he knew all of the right ways to touch her, and helped her figure out what made her tick.
The one thought that domineered her mind was him taking her on that damn chaise. Laying her down on it, ravishing her until her throat was raw from screaming with delight. Bending her over the back of it, spanking her until her ass was red.
Their love making knew no limits, and it certainly made for perfect fuel to the fire within her belly. Her moans and whines increased in frequency and volume as she neared her climax.
Yuffie couldn't help but call his name over and over, hoping that if she called it enough times he would be there.
❝ spread your legs. let me see how ready you are for me. ❞
VERY USFT under the cut
Yuffie's skin was slick with sweat. She didn't realise just how easily driven crazy she was in this man's presence. The woman was laid down on his very lavish bed in her favourite dark green lingerie. If she was going to sleep with someone, she at least wanted to make the effort and look nice for them.
The woman didn't realise just how aroused she could become solely from someone kissing her, teasing her and touching her in the right places, without even exploring the heat that laid between her thighs.
Her ears burned at the instruction from the man. Her eyes were fixated on his, never once leaving them as she removed her underwear for him, painfully, agonisingly slow. She left them hooked on her little finger, before dropping them to the floor.
"Come to me." She said, her voice a soft, sultry whisper as she allowed her legs to cascade open, revealing the sweet heat that laid between.
❛ You give me the exact kind of trouble I pretend I’m too mature for.❜
Yuffie threw her head back and laughed. She triumphantly had her hands on her hips and stood there in a superhero pose, evidently very proud of herself.
"Is that such a bad thing? Maybe you've gotta just lighten up a little!"
"I hope you don't have any particular plans for your birthday tonight." Vhaso'a muses, rolling his head on his shoulders. "I've heard stories about a sightseeing train with a fine eatery aboard that sounded like a perfect way to treat you. I'll be dressed up- obviously- but you can be as casual or as fancy as you like. I have two tickets for the 'Starry Sky Sojourn', whatever that means..."
Even if she did have plans for her birthday, they would have all been thrown right out the window at the first mention of a train. She was rather simple to please when it came right down to it.
"Are you kidding?? I'm all yours tonight!" Even the mere thought of the adventure he had planned is enough to bring a bright smile to her lips as she bounces happily on her toes, antsy to get moving already. "You think I'm really gonna miss an opportunity to get all dressy with you? I'll pull out the fanciest stuff I have for an evening like that! At least give me a color or somethin' to work with so we can match!"
How do you deal with distractions and interruptions? Do you lose the thread immediately?
Not always, a lot of the time I wind up losing steam and getting sucked back into scrolling tumblr and the scene I had wanted to keep writing keeps percolating in the back of my mind. It's more often when I'm daydreaming at work and letting my mind just wander wherever that I lose the thread on things, and I've been trying to get in the habit of writing them down at least as a one or two sentence note somewhere in my phone.
