Post by Alice Himeno on Jul 26, 2016 4:45:49 GMT -5
Yet again Jessie's disposition had changed from bashful to a bit more bold. It drew out another amused chuckle from the frosted lips. Such an interesting girl. Snow-white lashes fluttered delicately closed at the kiss that warmed her lips. The tomboy had accepted the widow's sinful offer. That combined with the brush of the warmer lips once more on the icy skin retrieved a pent-up, warm sigh from within her chest. All this made her wonder just how much of her icy guard had been melted by the pink haired girl's familiar warmth. She couldn't really recall when it had started thinning, nor had she quite noticed it at all. And now here she was suddenly sharing the finest threads of her corrupt web - the very heart of the silky haven - with said girl. The unfamiliarity of it all frustrated the solitary soul deeply, but at the same time, she wanted to know more. About the strange nuclear feeling that had melted her ice slightly; of the entirety of the other's warmth and the foreign ache that had pierced her frozen heart when their relationship had turned sour and when the girl had been absent for a while. Alice wasn't a creature of warmth - figuratively nor physically - yet she had longed for her partner during her absence. It wasn't something she would openly admit, but it certainly wasn't a feeling she was used to. Perhaps her heart really had finally been tamed by another. Yes... That was starting to sound a bit right.
The spider had been so snared in her thoughts for a moment, she almost didn't hear the words that were projected. Jessica. Ah, yes, that was Jessie's name, wasn't it? A more feminine version of the one Alice had come to know her by. She repeated it in her mind a few times before attempting to speak it. "Jeshi- ah... Je- Jessica." The name rolled with an, albeit elegant, struggle off her tongue. Even if it was similar to the other, English pronunciations still weren't her strong suite. Still, struggling with it despite the names being relatively similar embarrassed the snowy dancer, yet she sacrificed little attention to react to her own fault. Her mind was distracted by something else, after all.
"A lovely name." The sincere comment left her lips in the form of a soft murmur.
With that, Alice relocated both her ivory hands back to the girl's shoulders and gently pushed her down again, closing the small fraction of distance between their lips and allowing tongues to dance in a mellow ballet. Her offer had been accepted, and this time, it was her whom would lead this new and intimate dance. The graceful snow queen knew the steps; inappropriate of a noble young lady, it wasn't a foreign dance to her. Caution, and more importantly gentleness, however, were exercised as Alice didn't wish to stumble in this passionate dance. As elegant black lace was eventually discarded, leaving far more private, glittering frosted and scarred skin to be exposed than ever before, and the neat icicle braids unwound slightly from the heated fervor of her actions, the scene faded into an ethereal swirl of snow and darkness.
The spider had been so snared in her thoughts for a moment, she almost didn't hear the words that were projected. Jessica. Ah, yes, that was Jessie's name, wasn't it? A more feminine version of the one Alice had come to know her by. She repeated it in her mind a few times before attempting to speak it. "Jeshi- ah... Je- Jessica." The name rolled with an, albeit elegant, struggle off her tongue. Even if it was similar to the other, English pronunciations still weren't her strong suite. Still, struggling with it despite the names being relatively similar embarrassed the snowy dancer, yet she sacrificed little attention to react to her own fault. Her mind was distracted by something else, after all.
"A lovely name." The sincere comment left her lips in the form of a soft murmur.
With that, Alice relocated both her ivory hands back to the girl's shoulders and gently pushed her down again, closing the small fraction of distance between their lips and allowing tongues to dance in a mellow ballet. Her offer had been accepted, and this time, it was her whom would lead this new and intimate dance. The graceful snow queen knew the steps; inappropriate of a noble young lady, it wasn't a foreign dance to her. Caution, and more importantly gentleness, however, were exercised as Alice didn't wish to stumble in this passionate dance. As elegant black lace was eventually discarded, leaving far more private, glittering frosted and scarred skin to be exposed than ever before, and the neat icicle braids unwound slightly from the heated fervor of her actions, the scene faded into an ethereal swirl of snow and darkness.