#BETTER LATE THAN NEVER AMIRITE? 8D

[arcanaaa]

@startouching​ asked: Maybe that kiss was lingering a little too long in her mind. Maybe she wanted that feel it again, how scandalous. To think another woman made her cheeks flush, heart throb, and love bloom. Love? How silly. That’s couldn’t be. Maybe just a desire. But Cana’s hand was stolen by her own, taking her away from the classroom after the lecture, to cup her face and kiss her. Just them. Alone. In the classroom, a lesson to be learned on her part. “W-we’re even—” an excuse. Maybe sneaking another kiss.

THE ENTREAT TO FOLLOW LUCY WAS ANSWERED WITH UNQUESTIONED ACCEPTANCE. Cana placed complete trust and faith in Lucy that she would take them somewhere outside the sight of interloping eyes. And that trust was rewarded--- for the moment the doors were sealed shut, a rush for sweetened breath and sealed lips brought their bodies closer, as if there mere thought of separation evoked unending torment between the two women.

She allowed Lucy the agency to conduct the pace of the kiss and let go of the reigns, allowing Lucy’s gentle touch to guide their exploration. Yet Cana couldn’t help but exploit Lucy’s inexperience by slipping past the lax defense of her soft lips to curl and caress her tongue. The taste of sweet apples never appealed more to Cana than drinking from her lips. Hastened by desire, Cana reacted and brought Lucy closer, a rumbling murmur that expressed her pleasure and affection while endeavoring to encircle Lucy in an inescapable embrace.

❝S’that right?❞ the brunette replied, kiss-drunk and desire-riddled.  ❝Well ’m thinkin’ maybe we need t’ do a recount.❞ Her grin was mischievous and saturated with mirth while tilting the blonde’s chin up to meet her lips for another kiss.

❝Don’t lose count Lucy,❞ Cana murmured.  ❝I’ll be askin’ for a number, an’ y’better answer correctly.❞ The threat was light-hearted of course, but the punishment would be made all the sweeter should she lose. A flick of her tongue captured the lingering slick of apples from her bottom lip before slanting her mouth and stealing Lucy’s breath in another kiss.

If anyone was keeping score, it sure wasn’t Cana.