( not that she needs to, because it's easy to know when odessa's coming, adrienne's leaning in the doorway waiting for her arrival. not wanting a loud arrival.
she's got a glass of whiskey in hand, keeping the bottle just behind her inside, dressed in her pyjamas: some tiny shorts and a lace-detailed strap top )
[ She has a bottle oh so predictably in her hand, swinging her in her fingers as she strolls up the corridor of the apartment building, long strides that eat up the ground quickly for all she isn't moving fast. The humming, disjointed words of another song on her lips. Just as much nonsense as anything else. ]
Gotta have a reason to love some old rock?
[ An easy deflection that clearly, she's not quite - right. A little too lean in her movements, a little too sharp. Not quite so relaxed as she was. Coming up to the doorway, and leaning her arms on either side as she hung herself forward, easily taking up the space. Eyes dragging down her, over her, and grinning in appreciation of all of it before they flick up to her eyes. ]
Is this what you do for all drunk recitals, or am I a special case?
( no one's serenaded her at all but honestly, the rock was the better choice and she'd enjoyed it. or would enjoy it more in person.
she finishes what's in her glass before leaning down to place it on the floor, purposely moving so that she can see down her shirt as she stands back up.
hands reach for the queen, one resting on hip, one on her arm )
Are you gonna get down so I can kiss you or are we seeing where I go instead?
( she definitely noticed the deflection though considering how often adrienne does similar she lets odessa decide whether she wants to talk about it )
[ She snickers in something that is nothing short of lecherous, that she isn't even bothering to pretend to look anywhere but straight down her top. How she teases and curls, slinks and moves, curves and teases. Little and lithe, but most were compared to her.
Thought that was the fuckin' appeal. She was a brute and wasn't meant for playing nice. You didn't take Odessa home to meet the family. She doesn't have a place there, and she knows it.
But she knows better than to let the bitterness well up when there was something hot and warm and so willing in front of her. Heavy-lined and smudged warpaint that makes her red eyes only brighter, and keener. ]
Go on, then, think I did a lot of the work, last time. Your turn.
( adrienne smiles at that, pressing into odessa's body, starting by kissing up her chest as her hands lift both her shirt and sports bra )
I'm going to treat you like the queen you are.
( though compared to junkers it'd be a lot softer of a treatment. well... it'd start softer, but given what adrienne's learned of the woman she figured that completely soft body worship she'd hate. but she can start with it.
breasts free she presses herself onto her tiptoes, hand holding one breast as she kisses the other, a line under her boob as fingers tease the nipple of the other, firming it up so that once she's kissed across to that breast she can kiss it, putting her lips around it to suck )
[ Does she sound bitter? Knows better than to let it out, and there are better things than that to care about right now. She should close the door, probably, get out of the door way as Adrienne starts pushing her top up.
But she never had shame before, and in her current mood, she was less interested in it right now. Angry and furious and kicking herself for trying to play by anyone else's rules but her own.
So she does what she knows better, and just enjoys what she's got here, right now, the warm mouth and soft fingers, clearly looking to please. Her eyes drowsily slip half-shut, then groan far too loud, and so satisfied as she feels the trail of kisses, pressing back into her.
Tilts her head back, blue braids falling over her shoulders. Absently, she remembers her drink, bringing it up to her lips to guzzle down another mouthful, watching Adrienne so fucking cutely press up on her toes, slinking, too-thin body that - ain't right, but fuck it reminds her of home, in some way, that aching sharpness of the people there, even if she knows more six-letter words than all the Junkers put together, in all likelihood. A flat and hungry appreciation in how she watches her, not being deterred by her size, her build. ]
( it's more of a fleeting moment, a teasing suck as adrienne's hands span the expanse of the woman's body, running down her sides, curving in to reach her shorts. she's rougher when she opens them, more of a show than any actual strength, popping open the button, pulling both her shorts and underwear down to press her hand between her legs.
she doesn't go straight for her, teasing strokes at the inside of her thigh as adrienne kisses her muscles, her stomach before slowly swiping two fingers across her, testing her )
I don't think I can capture your words. ( it's murmured against her stomach between kisses and whilst adrienne enjoys dirty talking a partner odessa is on another level. but who knows, maybe she'll try it for her )
But I'm going to make you come here, right where anyone could see.
( propped in the doorway, breasts out, with adrienne between her legs. let them see )
[ Drunk as she is, she's still her, and the shift of her heavily booted legs slide out to brace her weight so she wouldn't tip over as Adrienne yanked at her clothes. Pushing and pulling, and those same hard muscles jump when touched, so gentle to her, it damn near tickles. ]
Yeah? Think you can?
[ Doesn't matter if she will or not - fuck that's hot. So she doesn't move them either, get the door shut, just leans an elbow heavily to the side, that little above her head to balance herself out when she twitches. Bucking back into her fingers as they explore and touch, and she's hot to it already. That way that drinking, fighting, well - she isn't a complicated woman in the things she likes, and if she wasn't wet before, two seconds of watching Adrienne sink to her knees and promise to get her off?
Yeah, she sure is now. Slick and getting more so between her thighs, as she teases. ]
( adrienne laughs slightly, kissing up her thigh )
I don't think anything about this is being good.
( naughty, dirty, bad were the first terms that came to mind even if odessa calling her a good girl was hotter than she'd ever known it to be. she sucks the fingers that had stroked her, slow, humming a pleased sound at the taste of her before she dips in between her thighs, a slow swipe of her tongue against her )
And I don't want good.
( she wants rough, hard, everything that odessa is and brings. odessa had been right in the first tease that she'd made of adrienne when she'd fucked her: she didn’t often ask for rough because most people didn't get it right. but odessa did. and even if her own touch is softer it's not what she looks for in return, hoping that her promise of making her come will happen.
which is why hands come back up, one resting firm at her thigh, her other pressing two fingers smoothly into her, the slickness guiding them in. she tests a few thrusts before adding a third, kissing along her until her lips close over her clit, sucking hard as her fingers press in )
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( so glad she'd not been asleep )
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( she's also been drinking but she's just buzzed )
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[ Snorthack she goes in the background. Classy as always. ]
Be there in a bit.
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she's got a glass of whiskey in hand, keeping the bottle just behind her inside, dressed in her pyjamas: some tiny shorts and a lace-detailed strap top )
So what's with the serenade?
( when she sees her approach )
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Gotta have a reason to love some old rock?
[ An easy deflection that clearly, she's not quite - right. A little too lean in her movements, a little too sharp. Not quite so relaxed as she was. Coming up to the doorway, and leaning her arms on either side as she hung herself forward, easily taking up the space. Eyes dragging down her, over her, and grinning in appreciation of all of it before they flick up to her eyes. ]
Is this what you do for all drunk recitals, or am I a special case?
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( no one's serenaded her at all but honestly, the rock was the better choice and she'd enjoyed it. or would enjoy it more in person.
she finishes what's in her glass before leaning down to place it on the floor, purposely moving so that she can see down her shirt as she stands back up.
hands reach for the queen, one resting on hip, one on her arm )
Are you gonna get down so I can kiss you or are we seeing where I go instead?
( she definitely noticed the deflection though considering how often adrienne does similar she lets odessa decide whether she wants to talk about it )
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[ She snickers in something that is nothing short of lecherous, that she isn't even bothering to pretend to look anywhere but straight down her top. How she teases and curls, slinks and moves, curves and teases. Little and lithe, but most were compared to her.
Thought that was the fuckin' appeal. She was a brute and wasn't meant for playing nice. You didn't take Odessa home to meet the family. She doesn't have a place there, and she knows it.
But she knows better than to let the bitterness well up when there was something hot and warm and so willing in front of her. Heavy-lined and smudged warpaint that makes her red eyes only brighter, and keener. ]
Go on, then, think I did a lot of the work, last time. Your turn.
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I'm going to treat you like the queen you are.
( though compared to junkers it'd be a lot softer of a treatment. well... it'd start softer, but given what adrienne's learned of the woman she figured that completely soft body worship she'd hate. but she can start with it.
breasts free she presses herself onto her tiptoes, hand holding one breast as she kisses the other, a line under her boob as fingers tease the nipple of the other, firming it up so that once she's kissed across to that breast she can kiss it, putting her lips around it to suck )
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[ Does she sound bitter? Knows better than to let it out, and there are better things than that to care about right now. She should close the door, probably, get out of the door way as Adrienne starts pushing her top up.
But she never had shame before, and in her current mood, she was less interested in it right now. Angry and furious and kicking herself for trying to play by anyone else's rules but her own.
So she does what she knows better, and just enjoys what she's got here, right now, the warm mouth and soft fingers, clearly looking to please. Her eyes drowsily slip half-shut, then groan far too loud, and so satisfied as she feels the trail of kisses, pressing back into her.
Tilts her head back, blue braids falling over her shoulders. Absently, she remembers her drink, bringing it up to her lips to guzzle down another mouthful, watching Adrienne so fucking cutely press up on her toes, slinking, too-thin body that - ain't right, but fuck it reminds her of home, in some way, that aching sharpness of the people there, even if she knows more six-letter words than all the Junkers put together, in all likelihood. A flat and hungry appreciation in how she watches her, not being deterred by her size, her build. ]
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she doesn't go straight for her, teasing strokes at the inside of her thigh as adrienne kisses her muscles, her stomach before slowly swiping two fingers across her, testing her )
I don't think I can capture your words. ( it's murmured against her stomach between kisses and whilst adrienne enjoys dirty talking a partner odessa is on another level. but who knows, maybe she'll try it for her )
But I'm going to make you come here, right where anyone could see.
( propped in the doorway, breasts out, with adrienne between her legs. let them see )
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Yeah? Think you can?
[ Doesn't matter if she will or not - fuck that's hot. So she doesn't move them either, get the door shut, just leans an elbow heavily to the side, that little above her head to balance herself out when she twitches. Bucking back into her fingers as they explore and touch, and she's hot to it already. That way that drinking, fighting, well - she isn't a complicated woman in the things she likes, and if she wasn't wet before, two seconds of watching Adrienne sink to her knees and promise to get her off?
Yeah, she sure is now. Slick and getting more so between her thighs, as she teases. ]
Want them to see you're a good girl for me?
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I don't think anything about this is being good.
( naughty, dirty, bad were the first terms that came to mind even if odessa calling her a good girl was hotter than she'd ever known it to be. she sucks the fingers that had stroked her, slow, humming a pleased sound at the taste of her before she dips in between her thighs, a slow swipe of her tongue against her )
And I don't want good.
( she wants rough, hard, everything that odessa is and brings. odessa had been right in the first tease that she'd made of adrienne when she'd fucked her: she didn’t often ask for rough because most people didn't get it right. but odessa did. and even if her own touch is softer it's not what she looks for in return, hoping that her promise of making her come will happen.
which is why hands come back up, one resting firm at her thigh, her other pressing two fingers smoothly into her, the slickness guiding them in. she tests a few thrusts before adding a third, kissing along her until her lips close over her clit, sucking hard as her fingers press in )