A Girls night out [Lyante & Rio]
Mar 28, 2016 6:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Adalura on Mar 28, 2016 6:47:58 GMT -5
Breakfast had been a nice addition to a suspense-filled but surprisingly relaxed night. It was almost the finale- but the slow pace gave the lioness time to reflect on everything that had happened up until now. A taste of tuna, the forbidden fruit that had evaded Rio for years suddenly handed to her on a wooden palate. Movies, games, stupid comics about sadly stereotyped catgirls. It was more than a good night, it was probably the best she'd had in years. Shame she ruined half of it with suspicion.
The thoughts escaped without a sound, but instead in the form of a cute, subtle smile on the lioness' face. She sighed, taking in another bite of freshly prepared waffle and downing a glass of milk she'd long since given up on testing first. At this point, the redhead was willing and definitely able to give herself into the spoiled lifestyle she was provided- if only for a night. Each drink and bite brought back memories of a better life. They had been melancholy at first, but a stream of them over several hours taught the marksman to simply take them as they were. Memories of better times, something worth remembering if she ever wanted to enjoy them again.
She let slide the gracious demeanor Lyante gave her. A loner in the slums could practically feel the empathy of another that went so long without someone to get close to. Rio knew the feeling well, and it wasn't something to be mocked casually.
In time however, the thoughts faded in wake of one last pleasure offered before her departure. The sound had been a temptation for what felt like an eternity before Lyante emerged from the shower, offering its warm embrace and what would likely feel like 15 minutes of heaven to the red lion. She hesitated, as if unsure whether or not to show the side of herself that couldn't contain the satisfaction of a hot shower. Of course, this slice of pride was quickly swallowed as Rio stood up from an empty plate, looking to her nearby bag with a change of clothes.
"Yeah. I think I'll uh...take you up on that."
She walked over, grabbing the bag that contained cleaner clothing for the lion. Of course, she expected the garbs she arrived in to be soaked in blood or gunpowder by the time she left- but a fresh set never hurt after something as rare as a limitless supply of hot water. Without needing any additional temptation, Rio waltzed towards the bathroom, dropping her bag beside the toilet and closing the door behind her.
She took a moment, looking over the officers collection of shampoo's, conditioners and other products in her solitary isolation. It wasn't long before the shower was running, and Rio stood at the entrance, clothes piled beside her ankles, touching the torrent of high pressure water that came out before her.
"Fuck..."
Her ears flopped to their sides, tail motionless in a moment of awe before she stepped inside. Her eyes closed, a shuddering exhale leaving her body as Rio let herself be absorbed in the atmosphere inside the shower. Hot water, high pressure, conditioner and scented body scrubs. She gave in to it all, falling back into a rare moment of girlyness and completely immersing herself in everything the small white room had to offer.
Hopefully Lyante wouldn't hear her purring over the sounds of the torrenting water
---
It felt like an eternity since she'd gone in that the red lion came back out. It seemed like a new wave of vigor had entered every facet of her being. Hair a bit shinier, skin a bit softer, and demeanor matching on both accounts. Rio sighed deeply, running a hand through her still damp hair as ears flicked away what little moisture remained.
"God...I needed that way too much for words."
The thoughts escaped without a sound, but instead in the form of a cute, subtle smile on the lioness' face. She sighed, taking in another bite of freshly prepared waffle and downing a glass of milk she'd long since given up on testing first. At this point, the redhead was willing and definitely able to give herself into the spoiled lifestyle she was provided- if only for a night. Each drink and bite brought back memories of a better life. They had been melancholy at first, but a stream of them over several hours taught the marksman to simply take them as they were. Memories of better times, something worth remembering if she ever wanted to enjoy them again.
She let slide the gracious demeanor Lyante gave her. A loner in the slums could practically feel the empathy of another that went so long without someone to get close to. Rio knew the feeling well, and it wasn't something to be mocked casually.
In time however, the thoughts faded in wake of one last pleasure offered before her departure. The sound had been a temptation for what felt like an eternity before Lyante emerged from the shower, offering its warm embrace and what would likely feel like 15 minutes of heaven to the red lion. She hesitated, as if unsure whether or not to show the side of herself that couldn't contain the satisfaction of a hot shower. Of course, this slice of pride was quickly swallowed as Rio stood up from an empty plate, looking to her nearby bag with a change of clothes.
"Yeah. I think I'll uh...take you up on that."
She walked over, grabbing the bag that contained cleaner clothing for the lion. Of course, she expected the garbs she arrived in to be soaked in blood or gunpowder by the time she left- but a fresh set never hurt after something as rare as a limitless supply of hot water. Without needing any additional temptation, Rio waltzed towards the bathroom, dropping her bag beside the toilet and closing the door behind her.
She took a moment, looking over the officers collection of shampoo's, conditioners and other products in her solitary isolation. It wasn't long before the shower was running, and Rio stood at the entrance, clothes piled beside her ankles, touching the torrent of high pressure water that came out before her.
"Fuck..."
Her ears flopped to their sides, tail motionless in a moment of awe before she stepped inside. Her eyes closed, a shuddering exhale leaving her body as Rio let herself be absorbed in the atmosphere inside the shower. Hot water, high pressure, conditioner and scented body scrubs. She gave in to it all, falling back into a rare moment of girlyness and completely immersing herself in everything the small white room had to offer.
Hopefully Lyante wouldn't hear her purring over the sounds of the torrenting water
---
It felt like an eternity since she'd gone in that the red lion came back out. It seemed like a new wave of vigor had entered every facet of her being. Hair a bit shinier, skin a bit softer, and demeanor matching on both accounts. Rio sighed deeply, running a hand through her still damp hair as ears flicked away what little moisture remained.
"God...I needed that way too much for words."