[ hips ] from aemi - alwaysbeen
[ hips ] your muse pulling mine in close by the hips. @alwaysbeen
Hands flew back to latch onto the counter she'd been tugged away from, Aemi's palms surprisingly cool against skin that'd gotten quite heated thanks to her earlier workout. A slight hiss of annoyance slipped from clenched teeth at the sudden change in temperature, but all this new position did was make her face flush even more.
"Yeah, what??" The brawler suddenly snapped, jutting out her chin and trying to blow past the embarrassment of being momentarily speechless. It occurred to Iako that she could easily launch back the other with a well placed jab... but doing so felt like a tap out and she couldn't bear the idea of this dumb little astrologist getting one over on her. (Ignoring the fact she technically already did if her fumbling didn't make that clear enough.) "If-If you have something t'say, spit it out or I'll..." Gaze flickered from Aemi's face back down to the hands that were tight around her hips, only barely hidden by Iako's shirt covering them. A frustrated grunt clawed its way out of her throat, grip on the counter tightening.


















