#lilya

Argus - "All Seeing Light."

Argus slides the cloth against the sides of her rifle, polishing it clean of grime and dust. She leans back against the edge of a nearby table, the brim of her hat blocking her view of the sun above.

She doesn't notice your approach, lifting her head only to be met with your lips finding hers. The mercenary lets out a grunt and pauses what she was doing, setting her weapon aside before finally diverting her attention to you.

Her hands map out your body like she's memorizing it, palms sliding up your waist, chest, then eventually, your jaw. She holds your face when you two part, maintaining eye contact whilst her eye glints with mischief.

"Ain't you a bundle full of surprises, dear?"

Tuesday - "Miss Horror."

You grasp Tuesday's neck in a possessive hold to pull her closer mid-sentence, the maid dropping her broom and letting it clatter to the floor. Her lips smash against yours, the other woman's pale cheeks flushing pink.

Her hauntingly beautiful laugh that bubbles up quickly dissolves into a sharp intake of breath when you bite down on her bottom lip. She tastes of honeysuckle and sweet lies, when your tongue brushes near her teeth, the maid retaliating by pushing you right up against the nearest wall.

"Tsk. Greedy thing," She mutters against your lips, breath ragged and heavy while she deepens the kiss with intense fervor. Then she parts, lips curling into a wicked grin with a sultry look in her eye. "I like that."

Willow - "Charlotte O'Hagan."

"I'll be out for a bit. I need ingredients." Willow barely manages to take a half step out the door when your fingers wrap around her wrist. She pauses, whirling around to protest, only to feel your lips slotting with hers in the next moment.

A shudder runs through Willow's spine, her free hand loosening its grip on the doorknob. She reluctantly gives in, reciprocating the action with a flutter of her eyelids. As soon as you both break apart, she turns around to leave. When she does, your hold only tightens, prompting the other woman to stop.

"You..." She begins, eyes searching your expression for any sign of surrender. Finding none, she grumbles but kicks the door shut. "Fine. It can't hurt to stay longer." She mutters, kissing you again with more force than necessary.

Druvis III - "The Druid."

The wind whistles as it blew past Druvis' figure, her head tilting up as she watches how the trees sway in the slightest. The leaves fall and scatter, distracting her from hearing your approach.

She blinks and snaps from her thoughts, feeling your steady fingers threading into her hair and bringing her closer. She relaxes immediately, leaning into your touch with a soft sigh. Her hands found your waist, the warmth of the druid's body contrasting the cool breeze.

When you two leisurely part, Druvis smiles ever so slightly and presses her forehead against yours, eyes closing contentedly. "...Thank you." She whispers, voice soft as silk.

Lilya - "Goddess of Victory."

With the grace of someone who had lost all patience, you grab Lilya's face with both hands and pull her in, cutting the pilot off mid-word.

She nearly drops her flask in shock, ceasing her movements completely once your lips came in contact with hers. She tastes of vodka and reckless decisions, a surprised gasp emitting from her throat.

Lilya's eyes flutter shut, her gloved palms finding your waist. For once, the first-class pilot keeps quiet even when you pull away to catch your breath. Her lips eventually form into what looks like a fond smile, the breathless laugh that escapes her mouth soothing when it reaches your ears.

"You know how to shock a girl." She remarks.

Hissabeth - "Sylvie Dubois."

Hissabeth nearly drops the materials for her next experiment when your fingers curl into the fabric of her garment, dragging her into a kiss filled with pent-up heat.

She backs up until her hip meets the edge of her desk. setting the tools aside. She grabs ahold of your shoulders, your body pressing flush with the melusine's. She playfully nips at your lip, drawing out a sound out of you that rings in her ears.

The moment you two part, she's already tilting your chin up to exposure your neck. Hissabeth leans in close, sharp fangs grazing your skin.

"A little off-task won't hurt anyone." She purrs, palms sliding beneath your shirt.

Brume - "Adèle Tavernier."

"Oh, I'm finished." A relieved sigh leaves Brume's lips when she lounges back into her seat, shutting the engine of her car off before her eyes close. You shift, making your way over the Brume's side.

When she least expected it, you sat right onto her lap and cradled Brume's face between your palms. Her eyes open, widening in surprise. She didn't process the situation until your lips press against hers, but she eventually melts into it, her hands coming to a rest at your hips.

When you part away for air, the driver you're straddling whines in protest and leans in for your neck. She attacks your collarbone with hasty pecks, her breath hot against your neck when she whispers. "Don't surprise me like that..."

Anjo Nala - "Nala Hari."

Anjo Nala nearly trips off of the empty stage when your fingers slide into her hair, the singer's priceless gasp echoing in your ears before you mash your lips against hers.

The succubus' fingers twitch against her microphone before she lets it drop to the floor with a thump. She seizes your shoulders, a shudder traveling through her body when your fingers tighten in her curls.

Anjo is left breathless as you part away, silence ensuing. Her mouth is agape as she tries to find the words to fill in the quiet space surrounding the both of you. When she speaks, her words come out in a delicate whisper.

"The least you could do was warn me..." She mutters.