❛ ... I still want to kiss you. ❜ ( added some hesitation because it's ana XD )
How dangerous of Ana to speak to her like that.
The smiles and the laughs they shared were partially a lie, a beautifully created image that Zarina wanted to have. ‘Irina’ was such a perfect pseudonym, it didn’t take too far away from her actual name, but so many would not understand the certain differences and the reasoning for her alias to be like that. Their time together was enjoyable in its own way, the ash-haired woman noted when she was going through her papers and making sure she got all the information on Schariac that she needed to know of her abilities. How cruel she was to use the poor girl for her own schemes, looking at how she behaved and studying her reflexes, her behavior, her wishes, and her nature of a kind-hearted young lady. Naive girls like that were so easy to manipulate, but... she started to grow on her. Ana was not as foolish as many others who she seduced and used before. There was a certain respect for her knowledge and her way of looking at things. Respect already brought her higher than most goody-two-shoes people she’d met before. It didn’t mean she’d bash such naive thinking if she were to show her true colors.
However, the words that Ana says bring an animalistic and dark desire to claim her yet once more. It’s sinister and it’s dark, but she revels in it nonetheless. The sweet shade of pink of Schariac’s eyes is saccharine sweet and it keeps the Russian wonder how she’d sing when her teeth would bite down on her neck. She still wants to kiss her? How bold of this maiden to say this when she blushed so brightly in her presence. It seems to 'Volkova’ that Ana grows bolder while spending time with her, it’s adorable to watch but it makes her wonder how fast boredom over such behavior will take over. ‘Irina’ hopes it won’t happen for a while. Ana’s too sweet and this warmth she radiates through her personality makes her want to stay just a bit more, to enjoy her presence, and to remind herself that such foolish but sweet people existed. It’d be so much fun to watch her stance on the world around her change when she learns the depths of taint and despair everything holds in itself, especially the company she works for. Otto Apocalypse will forever remain in her ‘to kill’ book.
“Do you, really?” The voice comes out with a note of mockery, a sly smile appears on the woman’s lips as she yet once again cages her against the wall with her hands on both sides of her head. ‘Irina’ kissed many girls, she knew how to make them melt in her embrace and how to make them sing like the most beautiful nymphs in the forest. Ah, Siberian maidens always pretended to be so cold but how passion ignited them. It makes ‘Volkova’ wonder how will Ana sing if she’ll give her a taste of that same passion. How much more can she discover in this beautiful dove? Ana’s beauty and skills were dangerous, they were making her feel like she was intoxicated and the greed was turning into another force altogether. She wants this valkyrie for herself, so desperately and she blames her for speaking like that to her. She blames Ana for speaking such sweet words as she holds back from devouring her here and now. The true colors are shown through the way her eyes shine with a dangerous gleam, but she keeps the playfulness up all to make sure she really doesn’t bite down on Schariac’s neck today. There’s no need to rush if Ana doesn’t invite it.
She moves her left hand from the wall, letting it letting the valkyrie’s cheek and caress her skin with her thumb before sliding down beneath her chin to make her look up just a bit more. If Ana wants a kiss, who is ‘Irina’ to decline such a hesitant, precious, and cute ask? After all, she wants to do the same. She wants to kiss her, to feel her lips against her own, to hear that soft call out of her fake name. No, she wants Ana to want more and more, to taint herself in the desire that will burn brightly for her. Such a possessive thought... It’s really dangerous, the Mafiosi knows she is getting attached, but it’s not bad. For now. Maybe. Who knows. She’s never experienced such attraction before, but she must remember her job. But for now, ‘Volkova’ knows exactly what she wants and she will be damned if she doesn’t selfishly take it.
“Alright, I will give it to you. A real kiss, that is,” and with those words, she dives in to press her lips against Ana’s. It’s not sweet, it’s not gentle - it’s passionate, strong, mature. Without paying much attention, her hand slides to Schariac’s hair, letting her finger entangle in it as it rested on the back of her head to bring the valkyrie closer. Ana’s sweet on her lips, it’s making her want more and more. This feeling is unlike any before, but the ashen beauty keeps it quiet for now, wishing to quell her thirst for Ana’s presence and her taste. ‘Irina’ guides her to answer in the same manner, but she doesn’t lessen the intensity. Closer, she wants her much closer but she must stop before it’s going to be too overwhelming for her. Another hand is hugging the valkyrie closer to herself, but ‘Volkova’ distances from the kiss first as the trace of saliva breaks once they’re far enough, but not too much as she can still feel the breath of another on her own wen lips. “Is that all you wanted? I can give you more, but I’m afraid you’ll explode on spot. You’re blushing.”
Ah, perhaps, she is falling for real. The dove doesn’t know just how much a hawk hides but still wants her to herself. How selfish, but when ‘Irina’ was not selfish and demanding?
