Once inside Yura's apartment, Eliana did a slow turn and looked around, whistling to show her appreciation of the place. Personally, Eliana was more the flair type. She liked big statements and unnecessary things, but she could work with this.
Eliana was perceptive enough to notice the weary look in Yura's eye, but she didn't give away that she had that knowledge. When she strolled over to the other woman, Eli moved slower and walked with an extra sway to her hips.
She plopped down beside Yura, sitting curled on the couch and leaning on the business woman. She batted her eyelashes and wrapped an arm loosely around Yura's shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of her neck.
"You look tense, Luv. Care for a massage?"
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Yura watched the sultry movements of Eli’s hips as she sauntered her way over to the couch. God, Eli had to be a lust demon of some sort with a walk like that. It was a walk with a demanding presence. A walk Yura found hard to resist.
When Eli joined her on the couch, Yura wrapped an arm around her waist as a finger traced along her hipbone. When Eli asked if she wanted a massage, yura couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle. Was it that obvious that Yura was overworking herself, even to a woman she had just met?
“I could probably use one, truth be told,” Yura replied before sliding her hand from Eli’s waist to unbutton her collar shirt.
“Would be easier without this in the way, wouldn’t it?” Yura said as she turned her back to Eli and slid the shirt from her shoulders. It came down her back, revealing the back of the simple black bra Yura was wearing underneath.
When Eli joined her on the couch, Yura wrapped an arm around her waist as a finger traced along her hipbone. When Eli asked if she wanted a massage, yura couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle. Was it that obvious that Yura was overworking herself, even to a woman she had just met?
“I could probably use one, truth be told,” Yura replied before sliding her hand from Eli’s waist to unbutton her collar shirt.
“Would be easier without this in the way, wouldn’t it?” Yura said as she turned her back to Eli and slid the shirt from her shoulders. It came down her back, revealing the back of the simple black bra Yura was wearing underneath.
"Oh yes," Eliana purred as Yura slipped from her shirt. Eli didn't hesitate to undo the other woman's bra the moment Yura had gotten comfortable. "It'll be easier with that out of the way, too. Don't worry I won't peek unless you want me to."
Eliana positioned herself, so she was straddling Yura's lower back and began kneading the woman's shoulders. Firm, circular motions meant to work out knots and tension. The demoness was experienced in all forms of touch, and she had given many massages over the long years of her life.
After fifteen minutes of silently working the tension from Yura's back, Eli stopped and leaned forward under her chest was pressed purposefully against the other woman's back and the heat of her breath was at Yura's ear. "Plan for this to be a happy ending massage? I wouldn't be opposed in the slightest." Her hand inched downward to settle on Yura's lower back.
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As Yura's shirt and bra came off, they revealed the two huge scars that ran down her back that once held wings. She had had them for so long, sometimes she completely forgot about them until her shirt came off and a woman had a reaction to them. But they were no big deal, right? They were old scars--not gaping open wounds.
Yura let out a small chuckle at Eli's comment about not peeking.
"Good to know you are a professional," Yura said teasingly, but soon enough her voice was drowned into moans as Eli dug her fingers into Yura's back. Yura had needed that massage more than she had realized--she could feel herself becoming more energetic as Eli attacked the knots in her back. Or maybe it was just because she was getting horny.
It was not just arousal that Yura was feeling either. While she had been somewhat reserved in her interactions with Eli previously, she could feel her dominant side rising.
"Actually..." Yura began as she turned, suddenly grabbed Eli's shoulders, and pushed her down on the couch.
"That was such a good massage, I think you deserve the Happy Ending," Yura smirked before she leaned down and kissed Eli--long and deep. Enough with subtly. Yuma's hand had soon darted up Eli's shirt as they kissed--her hand trailing along Eli's stomach before slipping under a bra cup and cupping Eli's breast.
(Edit: lol totally forgot to mention Yura's two massive scars on her back. Sorry OTL)
Yura let out a small chuckle at Eli's comment about not peeking.
"Good to know you are a professional," Yura said teasingly, but soon enough her voice was drowned into moans as Eli dug her fingers into Yura's back. Yura had needed that massage more than she had realized--she could feel herself becoming more energetic as Eli attacked the knots in her back. Or maybe it was just because she was getting horny.
It was not just arousal that Yura was feeling either. While she had been somewhat reserved in her interactions with Eli previously, she could feel her dominant side rising.
"Actually..." Yura began as she turned, suddenly grabbed Eli's shoulders, and pushed her down on the couch.
"That was such a good massage, I think you deserve the Happy Ending," Yura smirked before she leaned down and kissed Eli--long and deep. Enough with subtly. Yuma's hand had soon darted up Eli's shirt as they kissed--her hand trailing along Eli's stomach before slipping under a bra cup and cupping Eli's breast.
(Edit: lol totally forgot to mention Yura's two massive scars on her back. Sorry OTL)
Eliana eyed the scars with intrigue. "Where did you get these?" she asked as she traced one delicately. They were pretty large, and if they hadn't been made by some blade, Eli figured those were scars that signified missing wings.
"Oh, of course! You don't get to print out that fake diploma online without being a professional," Eli jested in turn before deftly working on the knots in Yura's back.
The Demon's eyes widened, and her eyebrows shot up as her shoulders were grabbed and she was yanked down to lie back on the couch with Yura atop her. It was a good thing that Eli was a fan of playing the submissive role. She did quite like domineering partners and the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth gave away this not at all subtle secret.
She returned Yura's kiss eagerly, arms wrapping around the other woman's neck as she played with strands of her hair, fingers burying themselves there to tug at the roots.
Her stomach did little flips as Yura's hand crept upward to fondle her breasts. She broke their kiss to nip at Yura's throat and kiss the crook of her neck, sucking the skin there in the hopes of creating a hickey. Childish? Definitely.
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