#mech-babe

{ @mech-babe cont'd from x } The dragon exhaled a chuckle, almost inaudible, as she watched the other woman. Hana's expression of concentration was endearing. The only thing preventing her from laving soft kisses over the pilot's skin was the threat of losing the progress they had made. Magic of this form was a dead art; it did not come naturally to the Mortal races any longer, and all progress was hard-won. “Don't think so much,” she instructed gently. “You'll feel it -- you'll know then.” Placing her hands on Hana's shoulders, the dragon traced fingertips down her arms, hoping to alleviate the tension that had gathered. “Instinct is what matters; nature is a matter of the heart and body, not the mind.”

{ @mech-babe -- cont'd ask! } “This wasn't quite the way I'd intended for you to find out,” the dragoness admitted, a rueful smile twisting at her lips. “I had intended to bring about the subject gradually -- to allow you time to adapt, gently expand your worldview -- rather than some... sudden, grandiose moment of revelation.” It certainly hadn't gone to plan. Having to show more than she'd wanted to on a mission of all places... It was far less than ideal. She could only count herself incredibly lucky that Hana had been the only one to truly witness anything that couldn't be explained away. “I'm sorry...” she hesitated mid-apology. It felt like one of those moments -- are you sorry it happened or sorry you​ got caught? -- or however that went normally. “I'm sorry that you found out the way you did; sorry that I wasn't the one to tell you -- not properly, at least.” The look on Hana's face was exactly why she hadn't; why she'd intended to go about things differently. Too late for that, now.