Yesterday, 07:05 PM
She did not like that the man with the baby overheard them and interrupted, or that he seemed to know more than he should about their lives and circumstance. His casual mention of some other woman who should also be taken to the Vegas made it sound like an order, and not one Esper was keen to obey. But Roza's arms around her waist placated all the sudden volatility inside, and whatever urge she'd felt to confront the man who'd stolen what was hers was soothed. At least a little.
Esper’s desires had only ever been a mirror before, usually reflections of Roza's whims, but sometimes just absorbed from the clubs they visited, like Devil's Lair. It had never sparked of its own volition, like it did now in the memory of Roza’s hands, her mouth, her sighs. She did not care where they were, so long as they were together.
"We can have a real bed at the Vegas," she said. Though she wondered if there would be rules there too. Having fled one set of expectations, she was not keen to find them both beholden to new restrictions on their freedoms.
Her smile had disappeared, though such intense solemnity was not unusual for Esper. She was looking at the singing boy again, thinking. She could feel his intrigue. But she did not like how easily he promised to return here. She pulled her hand down, slipping free of his, though her fingers brushed all the way along his stomach before she retracted. She knew he would follow.
Esper’s desires had only ever been a mirror before, usually reflections of Roza's whims, but sometimes just absorbed from the clubs they visited, like Devil's Lair. It had never sparked of its own volition, like it did now in the memory of Roza’s hands, her mouth, her sighs. She did not care where they were, so long as they were together.
"We can have a real bed at the Vegas," she said. Though she wondered if there would be rules there too. Having fled one set of expectations, she was not keen to find them both beholden to new restrictions on their freedoms.
Her smile had disappeared, though such intense solemnity was not unusual for Esper. She was looking at the singing boy again, thinking. She could feel his intrigue. But she did not like how easily he promised to return here. She pulled her hand down, slipping free of his, though her fingers brushed all the way along his stomach before she retracted. She knew he would follow.