[This would be the moment, scalding heat building between them and Celeste busy marking up her neck, that Odette remembers someone saw fit to outfit her with a long-sleeved bodysuit as her top for the skating rink. She groans loudly, more stymied arousal than actual exasperation, forehead lowering.]
This fuckin' thing... [Odette murmurs under her breath, feeling the fabric stretch but not yield to Celeste's tugging. Unless she wants to tear it - which she very much admits she'd like to see the other woman do - a change in scenery might be necessary. When Odette boosts Celeste in her arms again to tighten her hold on her, and carries her to the plush bed, it's done somewhat begrudgingly. She really would have liked to see how long the both of them could have lasted against the wall. Celeste will find herself deposited none too gently, though with the amount of down cushioning her landing, that, at least, will be soft enough. If only Odette's words were the same - but she follows with a taunting,] Stay, princess.
[The brief distance is time enough, at least, for Odette to peel the leggings and skater skirt off, leaving only the bodysuit needing to be unsnapped before it can be pried off. As she crawls back to Celeste's side, it's her bare thigh, this time, that she seeks to press between her legs so they can work on the dress problem. Or the Odette sowing and reaping problem, if Celeste is feeling spicy.]
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This fuckin' thing... [Odette murmurs under her breath, feeling the fabric stretch but not yield to Celeste's tugging. Unless she wants to tear it - which she very much admits she'd like to see the other woman do - a change in scenery might be necessary. When Odette boosts Celeste in her arms again to tighten her hold on her, and carries her to the plush bed, it's done somewhat begrudgingly. She really would have liked to see how long the both of them could have lasted against the wall. Celeste will find herself deposited none too gently, though with the amount of down cushioning her landing, that, at least, will be soft enough. If only Odette's words were the same - but she follows with a taunting,] Stay, princess.
[The brief distance is time enough, at least, for Odette to peel the leggings and skater skirt off, leaving only the bodysuit needing to be unsnapped before it can be pried off. As she crawls back to Celeste's side, it's her bare thigh, this time, that she seeks to press between her legs so they can work on the dress problem. Or the Odette sowing and reaping problem, if Celeste is feeling spicy.]