It was wrong. It was not what she would do. The standards, the regulations...all of them flooded back into Lia's mind.
But this place didn't always meet those standards. She believed in the cause; of course she did. She believed the mind could be healed. She often visited the 'quiet' wing of the asylum to see the soldiers who were slowly healing or the new mothers who only needed a bit of rest.
She wanted Daiki to get out of here. She needed him to be out of here for some burning reason beyond explanation. The world wavered around them just a moment. The paint disappeared from the walls, another wall disappeared all together, and then it was back to the clean, white, sterile environment. He might notice that, with his hands on her, she stayed stable through it all.
Her back arched and she tipped her head back onto his shoulder. She was slight, all things considered, even if she was taller than average. Her head tilted, rolled, and she soaked up the attention in a way she shouldn't. She loved the touches, the sweetness with which it was delivered, all of it.
Her fingers pulled her skirt up more, so that bare flesh of her thighs was against him. "Yes," She hissed, whispered, and kissed him again. "But we must be careful."
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Date: 2018-07-18 08:50 pm (UTC)But this place didn't always meet those standards. She believed in the cause; of course she did. She believed the mind could be healed. She often visited the 'quiet' wing of the asylum to see the soldiers who were slowly healing or the new mothers who only needed a bit of rest.
She wanted Daiki to get out of here. She needed him to be out of here for some burning reason beyond explanation. The world wavered around them just a moment. The paint disappeared from the walls, another wall disappeared all together, and then it was back to the clean, white, sterile environment. He might notice that, with his hands on her, she stayed stable through it all.
Her back arched and she tipped her head back onto his shoulder. She was slight, all things considered, even if she was taller than average. Her head tilted, rolled, and she soaked up the attention in a way she shouldn't. She loved the touches, the sweetness with which it was delivered, all of it.
Her fingers pulled her skirt up more, so that bare flesh of her thighs was against him. "Yes," She hissed, whispered, and kissed him again. "But we must be careful."