dohremi

"This is a pleasure as much for me," Fa murmured, nose pressed against K's hair, "as it is for you, I think. It's so good to be pressed against you again. You feel right." Her hand was still running, touch-hungry but gentle, across the other woman's torso. No hint of trying to rile her up yet, but Fa was more than happy to take her time if it meant that K felt safe.