4388/A Midnight Snack

A Midnight Snack
Date of Scene:	05 May 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nixe, Rainmaker

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Nixe has posed:
    A rhythmic thunk of metal on wood pierces the silence of night as a lone overhead bulb bathes the apartment's kitchen in an artificial glow. It's the dead of evening, nearly the witching hour, and one little nymph is helping herself to the fridge and pantry.
    Working a pairing knife along a block of cheese, the short blonde with disheveled hair is hunched forward and breathing softly through her mouth as she cuts one thin slice after another. A slab of rye bread sits beside her on a plate waiting for its topping while a small glass keeps it company - empty except for a faint residue at the bottom. As a mild protection against the warming spring weather, the naiad's grey sweats are ever-present, though resting a little cockeyed where they were recently bunched up by bedding.

Rainmaker has posed:
    The noise is odd enough in her apartment that Sarah stirs in her room, lifting her head as she cocks her head, then fronts a bit as she slips out from under the sheet, then snags an oversized t-shirt on her dresser and pulls it on...having a houseguest has made her make some considerations for Nerina's sensibitilies. The door opens as she pads out bare foot then raises a brow. "Hungry?" she murmurs softly.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina jumps and strikes the cutting board with a particularly strong *thunk!* before whipping her head around. If Sarah's peeked in at the right angle, she'll have seen the blade pass clean through the supporting hand on top of the cheese block - and do nothing more than splatter a few drops of water on the wood. Mutation has its perks.
    "Ah Deusetti! Mi hai spaventato," the naiad blurts as she lets out a breath that caught in her throat and turns back to her cutting.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah winces and is already several steps moving quickly towards Nerina before she slows again, remembering, that moment of fear for her in her eyes before she lets out a breath, relaxing again. "Cripes..." she mutters, walking over to leans against the counter. "I just wondered what you were shopping up for a midnight snack or something." She leans over to take a look.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina instinctively leans back and half-turns to the side holding her knife as Sarah starts forward suddenly before easing off. The apache's eyes aren't the only ones revealing a momentary startle.
    The nymph turns back coolly, as if she'd just been turning to offer a handshake that happened to include a pairing knife, and sighs softly but faintly audibly out her nose. "I couldn't sleep," she grumbles, setting the implement down and draping two slices across her bread. Plenty more are left on the board - enough to share. "Did I wake you?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Just the chopping..." Sarah says, tilting her head, before she pushes herself up to perch om the counter as she watches. "Bad dreams again?" she murmurs softly. "It's fine...you're the one who needs it more than me." she says, quite honestly. She's well aware that Neri can't sleep well every night.

Nixe has posed:
    "Sorry," Nerina laments as she grabs her glass and bends down to peer into the fridge. Her slender hand brushes past the wine bottle and grabs the water pitcher beside it, tipping some into her cup. It might be a trick of the light, but the wine looks just a little emptier than at dinner time.
    With her water secured, the naiad shuts the door and turns back to Sarah with a wide bang over her eye. The edges of her face are a little frayed and the faint smell of smoke lingers on her clothes despite the Italian's attempts to keep them washed. "Do you want some?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    SArah leans forward on her hands, frowning a bit. "No, thanks..." she says, then reaches out to gently brush those bangs out of Neri's eyes. It's a simple motion without really thinking about it much, before she leans back again. "Do you want to talk about it?" she says slowly, not sure.

Nixe has posed:
    The newly exposed eye looks up, a youthful and surprised shade of coral blue like the waters of a Pacific island darkened by a storm offshore. Nerina smiles slightly despite herself and immediately turns to collect her things, moving her midnight snack to the bar above the sink with the help of arms that almost certainly just stretched within their puffy sleeves.
    "You should eat a little too," the nymph insists.

Rainmaker has posed:
    "I will nibble some on yours." Sarah says shamelessly, smiling, then slides off the counter, then opens the fridge tugging out the bottle of wine inside. "And maybe something to drink to help sleep..."

Nixe has posed:
    "I will get your own. I'm hungry," Nerina responds, ducking around the taller mutant for the loaf of bread stored in the pantry. Mum is said of the wine bottle though the naiad's eyes do discretely flit to it. It is just a little lower, maybe enough to make a shot.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah is studying the bottle, her brow furrowing. "Hmm....fine, fine...I'll get something.." she says, snagging the fridget open again as she pulls out a bag of mixed nuts, then turns back thoughfully, studying the other woman. Sure, she's not USUALLY drinking, but it's lower and Sarah is really sure it was above the label when she put it back.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina's back is once again turned, by coincidence no doubt as she moves around the sink and bar, pausing at her chair in drowsy, dull-eyed thought before taking her things and moving instead to the living room. As always, the nymph takes her reserved spot kitty-cornered against the nearest armrest before setting down her glass and taking a hearty bite of bread and cheese.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah pauses to snag a wine glass, then moves to join her, giving Neri her space as she takes the opposite end of the end in a comfortable sprawl, her t-shirt riding up to about midthigh as she does before she pulls up her legs to sit crosslegged, tugging it back down absently before she pours herself a glass, swirling it a bit, then sipping as she leans back against her armrest, those dark eyes regarding you thoughtfully.

Nixe has posed:
    An elusive coral gaze follows Sarah from out of sight as she passes and once again a bang falls across Neri's face, shading her like a field of reeds. Her shoulders settle just a little bit as the apache seats herself nearby but not too close and the nymph takes another big bite of food before looking over more openly.
    Her fair brow furrows and she cocks her head, resembling a crow.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Siiiiip. Sarah seems content to leave the quiet unbroken for a moment. A bit like a mountain lion lying in wait, waiting for her prey to...well, okay the metaphor breaks down there. But she's being patient, just watching Nerina eat for the moment. Just....being present. In a companionable sense.

Nixe has posed:
    "What?" Nerina finally asks after multiple glances from her food to the native indian. The bread on her plate is disappearing like it's falling into a chasm.

Rainmaker has posed:
    A raven brow raises as the other woman watches. She smiles faintly. "You didn't say no about talking." she points out. "But I'm trying not to be pushy. I don't know what you need, so I'm waiting to see if you'll tell me." she says simply, being open about it. She sips from her wine. "Or if you want to have some wine with me."

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina turns away to sip her water at the mention of something sweeter, pursing her lips in an uncommon admission of thought as she looks back at the bottomless apache with a hard set in her jaw. The rest of her water disappears in a few short gulps - it was a small glass - and the flautist returns to her bread.
    "Maybe after I eat," she concedes pensively.

Rainmaker has posed:
    "A full stomach couldn't hurt." Sarah says agreeably, a little bit of 'ah ha!' in her expression. "Not sure how quickly you metabolize it and you're a bit more petite than me." She sips from her wine again as she waits patiently.

Nixe has posed:
    "I don't drink alcohol," the young Italian insists as the countdown continues - only seconds at the rate the crust is disappearing. "But I also don't sleep..." she admits, weighing one against the other for what is no doubt her first time.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah skips over the obvious 'but you already DRANK the wine' thing, but nods a bit. "It's not for everyone. But it does relax people and make them drowsy, so it might help, as long as you aren't using it as a crutch." she says simply.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina snorts softly at the mention of a crutch and finishes off her snack, twisting to the side to place her plate on the end table nearby, leaving her lap an empty pile of grey cotton.
    "Come here - and grab a blanket," she instructs, untucking her legs to part an opening for Sarah before patting her inner thigh.

Rainmaker has posed:
    THAT suprises Sarah, it's evident in her expression and the way she pauses, before she slides back to her feet, scooping up the Southwestern-style blanket off the back of the couch, then walks over, setting the bottle and glass within reach. She tilts her head, then turns around and seats herself, scooting back into Nerina, before pulling the blanket over both of then as she curls up underneath it, resting back against her.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina smiles - just a little bit - as her offer earns a pause. With her shoulder braced against the couch back, Sarah's weight sinks easily through the soft, thick cotton and the thin nymph underneath before settling somewhere in the furniture's wooden frame. Nerina's legs brush against the apache on either side as she settles before two arms wrap around the young woman's waist and the naiad cradles her close against her front. Secluded from the neck down, Nerina guides a little bend in the indian's waist until her head rests in the crook of a bony collar padded by a thick sweater.
    Here again is a mild scent of old cigarette smoke as Nerina's slender flautist's fingers rub just a little in settling and her cheek comes to rest against the apache's fine black hair. A puff of warm air graces Sarah's crown before pausing as the waif takes a soft, deep breath.

Rainmaker has posed:
    The Apache woman doesn't resist as she's guided down, shifting and twisting a little so she can rest. The arms around her cause her to shift her hands, slightly, until they come to rest lightly on top of Nerina's thighs through her sweatpants. Sarah closes her eyes, as Nerina breathes out, then lets out a slow, soft exhalation of her own. And Nerina can feel her just....relax.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina doesn't say anything, drawing her own comfort from the familiar smell and shared warmth of the young Apache. Her legs fall a little more open and curl in, brushing Sarah's knees as they make a tangle of limbs underneath the blanket. The distant sound of spare nighttime traffic is the only backdrop and after a long, quiet peace, the naiad looks up spitefully at the overhead light, then over at its far-off switch on the wall.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah mmms, glancing up at Nerina, then raising a hand before she makes a waving motion. There's a soft 'whoosh' and the switch flips, before the air goes quiescent again. "Better?" she murmurs softly, closing her eyes.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina's brow goes up in surprise, then she smile lopsidedly down at her fellow mutant as the world turns black to her light-adapted eyes. "Esibizionista," she teases in the dark.

Rainmaker has posed:
    "I have no idea what that means." the Amerindian murmurs as she rests where she is, her fingers lightly brushing against the tops of the other woman's thighs as she rests against her, her dark hair sheeting down as a backdrop for her head.

Nixe has posed:
    "Exhibitionist," Nerina translates mirthfully. "You like to show your power. I did not know wind could do that."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "I'm the opposite of that, really." Sarah murmurs softly. "I only show it when I'm around people I trust knowing about it. Otherwise I try not to. I don't want to get pulled into superhero craziness if I can avoid it, I just want to help where I can. And if I can do that without anyone really realizing it was me, I'm good." She doesn't open her eyes as she murmurs. "I was going to say that you'd be right in another sense, save that I actually put on a t-shirt before I came out of the bedroom." Her lips are curved up slightly teasingly at that.

Nixe has posed:
    "So you're an esibizionista for me," Nerina concludes as she rubs at Sarah's side. A warm wet spot forms in the same place as the naiad's hand soaks through and dampens the Apache's skin for a moment before sucking the moisture back out to reform. Tunneling through the garment in her own way, the water sprite is now touching her directly.
    "I'm a little esibiosionista for you too," she admits furtively, freeing her eyes to drift half shut and a fond smile to form on her face. The darkness of the room offers a form of privacy.
    "Share some wine with me?" Nerina asks.

Rainmaker has posed:
    The Apache woman opens her eyes, smiling faintly. "You are...and sure." she says simply, reaching over to snag both glass and wine, then pouring another, about halfway for now. She sets the bottle back down, then sips from it, before offering the glass to Nerina in turn. She doesn't seemt o mind the wet, warm sensation against her side much, breathing in and out softly.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina pulls a similar trick again to reach up through the blanket with her other hand and grope the air until she finds the glass. Lifting it up the few extra inches to reach her own head, the naiad's bare arm rises until she can tip it back for a drink. The result is audible...
    "Mmhk!" Nerina winces at the sweet burn that runs from the tip of her tongue all the way down her throat.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah tilts her head back, then smiles a bit. "Do you not do alcohol?" she wonders curiously, letting Nerina get over that burn. It's a more buttery wine, overall, a little sweet, but not too strong.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina grimaces and smacks her lips to clear the taste from her mouth. "No. Why would anyone enjoy this?" The glass is lowered back to Sarah's height as the naiad debates having more at all.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah takes it as she chuckles softly. "Then you don't have to drink it on my account." she says simply. "And the reason any alcohol anywhere is drunk is because it's alcohol and gets you drunk." she says simply. "And for most it relaxes them, even makes people sleepy at times. As long as you don't overdo it. And don't mind your mental filters being loosened so you do or say things you might not otherwise."

Nixe has posed:
    "It's not the worst I have drank," Nerina notes, settling back against Sarah and leaving the glass alone. The naiad goes quiet again as she enjoys the embrace and building warmth of air trapped beneath their blanket.
    "How much do you need to get sleepy?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    The other woman quiets a bit, swirling the glass. "...not as often as I used to. I don't like resorting to it." she admits after a moment. "It's...stereotypical, maybe, but...I know it affects me fairly strongly at times. Even a little bit." She smirks. "I'm a bit of a lightweight."

Nixe has posed:
    "Because you're a woman?" Nerina guesses uncertainly, her head tilting a bit more against Sarah's.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah lets out a little chuckle. "Because I'm Apache." She wrinkles her nose. "It's sort of a stereotype that Native Americans are all about the 'fire water' and turn alcoholic at the drop of a hat. Which is...partly true." she admits, sighing. "We are a little more susceptible to alcohol genetically, but mostly...we have such a high rate of poverty and crime and lack of....options that it's common for people to retreat into a bottle. SAme way it works in dying coal towns or little villages in teh middle of nowhere with nothing to do, though."

Nixe has posed:
    "Ah," Nerina murmurs, chewing on that for a few moments. "So as Italian I should be able to drink the whole bottle?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "If you believe the stereotypes." Sarah says amusedly, then reaches up, gently patting Nerina's cheek. "But no, you dont' have to." She pauses to empty the glass, then sets it back on the table, licking her lips for a moment. "I never developed a whole taste for it, and...like I said, I'm careful not to overdo it. I don't want to...to try and solve my problems that way."

Nixe has posed:
    "Then how do you sleep better?" Nerina asks simply as her limbs retreat back under the blanket and out of Sarah's shirt, returning to holding the young woman more naturally as she breathes in the faintly lingering scent of lavender.

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Mmm. I meditate, actually." Sarah says softly. "A bit of yoga sometimes, but just...breathing. Breaking the pattern of thoughts and memories." She turns her head, closing her eyes against as she focuses on the warmth of the collarbone under her cheek. "It's not always easy to do...and obviously I can't control my dreams as well as I'd like." She pauses. "...I've slept a little better with you here, though. I think because...I don't feel as self-conscious if it's you seeing me in that state.'

Nixe has posed:
    "You're easier to sleep with too," the naiad admits as she rests her eyes as well. There's not much to see in the dark room anyway.
    After a pregnant pause, Nerina furrows her brow. "How much did you say you drink?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    You can almost FEEL Sarah biting her lip rather than saying the first thing that comes to mind after that comment. Positively. Feel it. But she manages to NOT say it for that pause, leaving it undelivered. "A glass of wine with dinner sometimes, mostly. Or when I'm relaxing. Not every night, either. Having a nice warm bath with some wine while you soak is nice too."

Nixe has posed:
    "Mmn," Nerina hums in affirmative as she nods a little against Sarah's hair. The naiad goes quiet again and this time lets silence lapse. A few long strands of blond run down with the apache's hair before continuing most of the way down their shared blanket.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah opens her eyes eventually again, her eyes having adjusted to the dim light, enough that she can pick out the blonde strands against her own dark ones. She reaches up, hooking a finger under the errant strands, her thumb brushing up and down against the golden hair lightly. Just lightly caressing it.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina doesn't much stir. She has enough other hair falling all over the couch that the loose locks go unnoticed. Angel-fine but still frayed and rougher than they should be, the nymph's hair mirrors the rest of her; more luscious perhaps than when they first met, but still with room to grow.
    "You're big," the young Italian murmurs out of nowhere.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah gently lets the strands brush between her fingers, playing with it. "Mm? Big?" she says curiously. "How big?" she asks, glancing up at Nerina curiously. She shifts the strands so they rest against her shoulder, gathering up more, until she has a little 'tail' resting there.

Nixe has posed:
    "Mmnmm," the nymph vocalizes indecisively as she pats Sarah's exposed side. "Bigger. My feet are half the way down your legs." Other ways the apache wins in size are left unsaid though as Nerina shifts a little against the couch and adjusts her hold, one of them is brushed by her arm.
    "Posso avere... I can have more wine?" she asks, lapsing into the wrong language.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah tilts her head. "...I sort of like you a little more petite than me..." she says softly, smiling a bit, before she reaches over to snag the bottle, and carefully refills the glass to half again, before she offers it back to you. "Don't drink it too fast..." she murmurs. "It's meant to be savored. And if you dont' want to, it's fine..."

Nixe has posed:
    "Looking up all the time makes my neck tired," Nerina gripes as she slips one arm free again to take the glass and tip it slightly into her mouth. The nymph grimaces again at the taste. "Yugh, if people drink this to be ubriaco, why would they drink slowly?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Once you get used to the alcoholic taste, there are a lot of subtle flavors to it. Sweet, spicy, sour, fruit, wood, chocolate...lots of possibilities." She smiles a bit. "Well, I could carry you around at my height, but I think you'd prefer to walk around under your own power..." She snags the glass back, then sips from it herself, before handing it back over, sharing the glass with you.

Nixe has posed:
    Once Nerina accepts the cup back its remaining wine disappears in a single pour straight down the naiad's throat. The empty glass is offered back as the nymph's exposed arm seeks the trapped warmth beneath their blanket once again.
    "I walk too much already," the flautist grouses.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah laughs a bit, then mms as her fingers start to delicately just trace up and down against Neri's sweatpants-clad thighs under her hand, the other setting down the glass, then pouring another half glass. Not much left at this point...so she shrugs and just fills it this time, setting the empty bottle aside. "Does...alcohol affect you?" she says curiously. "I mean...or do you sort of filter it out?"

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina's breathing stops for a moment and her stomach tightens for a moment against Sarah's back.
    "Yes, no... Not now," the naiad eventually answers as she shuts her eyes again and rests her cheek on Sarah's head. "Now I just want my head to stop hurting..."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "...I can help with that...maybe.." Sarah says, then shifts, wiggling around slowly so she can face you more. She leaves the wine where it is, then reaches up slowly and delicately brushing her fingers against your temples, starting to slowly massage there. Of course...this means she leans in a bit closer....or at least, your faces are a bit closer than you were. "Is that better?" she murmurs.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina murmurs as the apache squirms on top of her and peeks her eyes open just as Sarah comes face to face. There's a little delay before her head tilts curiously to one side and the naiad's arms hang loosely, now closed around the weather mutant's back as she waits passively.
    The fingertip massage seems to work - or at least Nerina shuts her eyes again and lets out a muted hum.
    "You're still big..."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "..I'd be lying if I said I didn't like being a little bigger than you." Sarah murmurs. "You....fit, somehow." She smiles. "I'd think I'd be as happy if you were as tall, but it's rare to find another girl my height, honestly." She continues the gentle massage, shifting, the warmth of her chest pressing to the other girl's a litlte more as she watches her quietly.

Nixe has posed:
    "Mmph," Nerina vocalizes in muted appreciation while shifting down against the couch to bury her newly-exposed shoulders under the blanket and stay where it's warm. Instead of supporting the apache, the young blonde is now straddling her knees. In the dark, the sleep-deprived bags beneath her eyes are the same shade as everything else.
    "How much do you weigh?" Nerina asks mutedly.

Rainmaker has posed:
    The straddling is felt as Sarah shifts, not quite sure how to move, trying to balance where she is, before she shifts her innermost knee over so she's actualy straddling your leg there, shifting. This does have the effect of meaning Nerina is now semi-straddling her thigh as it brushes up against her. "About 135 pounds, last I checked. Why?" she wonders.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina's legs seal reflexively and the nymph otherwise stays quiet and limp, letting the wine and massage work together. It's several seconds of churning before the blonde puzzles out, "So... sixty kilograms?"

Rainmaker has posed:
    "180 centimeters, 61 kilograms." the Apache woman confirms. "My people run towards the tall often." She smiles a bit. "I forgot you were using metric there, sorry."

Nixe has posed:
    "Non c'è problema," Nerina dismisses. The slender nymph is murmuring now, not bothering to keep the fluid Italian syllables fully separate.
    "Grazie," she adds to the two fingers, eyes still shut. "That feels good..."

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Good..." Sarah says simply, nodding a bit. "Usually I do it from behind, but I don't think it matters if it's clockwise or counter-clockwise really." she adds amusedly, then her voice turns a bit more serious."Have you been waking up with headaches?"

Nixe has posed:
    "They happen," Nerina answers. "Do they not happen to you?" Lifting herself by her grip on Sarah's back, the nymph tries to roll herself to one side and bury her back into the side of the couch. Unfortunately, most of an apache is in the way.

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Not usually to where I'm waking up with them, usually I'm going to sleep to get rid of them." she says, shifting a bit, then shifting her legs again so she's now straddling over your hips more, adjusting so she can continuing the motions. "Usually it's dehydration or something, but obviusly that wouldn't be what it is for you...." she admits thoughfully.

Nixe has posed:
    "I can dehydrate," Nerina informs as she grabs the edge of the blanket and pulls it up to her neck while curling up her legs. "It happens tutto il tempo in estate."
    "My legs are always sore too. You're lucky you fly."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah tilts her head, then slows the massaging, leaning back, then sliding off the couch to stand by it. "Your legs? Okay...roll over...on your front..." she says simply. "I can help that too." She pauses, then admits. "...though it would be easier without the sweatpants.."

Nixe has posed:
    "Too cold," Nerina gripes, cocooned as she now is under multiple layers with a mad mat of blonde haphazardly topping them. There's something natural about the slender nymph hidden in shadows and beneath clothes and hair with cool blue eyes ready to peek out at the world. But at the same time, with those eyes still shut and no tension in her expression, the softer edges of her face are a little easier to catch in the faint light.
    She is old enough to drink... right?

Rainmaker has posed:
    "Alright..." Sarah says simply, sliding her hands up the blanket, all the way to the tops of the back of Nerina's thighs, then starts to slowly massage and rub down the back, fingers digging into muscles to loosen them slowly as she works her way down. "I can get another blanket if you need it...." she says quietly as she works.

Nixe has posed:
    "Nnn--" A sound escapes the flautist at first contact and she stiffens for a moment beneath the apache's fingertips. What she finds to work isn't much as endless plodding up and down streets and a less than abundant diet have thinned the nymph down to the bare essentials; long, lean marathon muscles and not too much else. As flat as she is against the couch cushions, the slim fibers make the blonde surprisingly squishy for her size.
    "Questovabene," she assures in another stream of Italian.

Rainmaker has posed:
"Good...question?" Sarah says absently as she works, down to the calves, then starts working her way back up again. "Is it better?" she says, peering up at those nearly hidden blue eyes peeking over the blanket.

Nixe has posed:
    "Bene," Nerina sighs, going limp against the couch as Sarah's hands travel across her legs. There's a little sliver of sea-foam blue in the dark as the naiad's eyes peek down through her screen of hair. Her facial expression is completely covered by fallen bangs.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarh continues to work her hands upwards as she steadily works her way back up, her fingers digging lightly into Neri's muscles as she runs her hands over her calves, then steadily higher up the back of her thighs. "You're so tight..." she murmurs. "Kinda suprised...since you can be water, I thought you'd be more relaxed....

Nixe has posed:
    "Mmph...Tropposezezesione," Nerina mumbles indistinctly as her body serves as an open canvas for Sarah's work, muffled by the thick material of her pants.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Those hands slide up, then cross over from the thighs, cupping against her rear, lightly for a moment, then kneading up against her glutes as Sarah shifts, moving a bit higher until she's straddling Neri's legs carefully. Perhaps lingering just a bit on those particular muscle groups, before she finally starts to slide up to her lower back.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina murmurs again when Sarah's hands wander higher. The waif doesn't seem to notice the change of position at first, but she gasps and visibly stiffens when the apache's hands cross over her sweater. Her back tenses itself straight and hard as her eyes leap back open.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Those fingers work slowly into your lower back, starting to roll against your muscles, running up your side, then back to the lower back, before you stiffen as Sarah stops, before she says slowly. "Do..you want me to keep going?" She doesn't sound upset, but like she genuinely wants to know what Neri wants here.

Nixe has posed:
    "Non ci, nonci," Nerina slurs as she rolls to one side and brushes her arm around to dismiss Sarah's hands. The turn leaves her face completely covered and the naiad grunts as she moves her head side to side, trying to clear he vision.

Rainmaker has posed:
    There's a muffled little giggle from Sarah, before you feel her reach out and gently part you rhair, brushing it back away from your face on either side. She watches you, settling back a bit where she's perched over you.

Nixe has posed:
    The room's darkness has Nerina's eyes dilated into fine blue rings around wide black sinks. The naiad looks up in momentary surprise as she's granted vision again and gets stuck for several seconds on the logo of Sarah's shirt before she makes the climb to her face. Relief washes down her tense body as she smiles again, a little crookedly. "Ah, gatinha."

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah says dryly. "Who else would it be?" she says, a tinge of concern in her voice. "I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.." She reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear lightly.

Nixe has posed:
    "Eh, va bene, vabene," Nerina mumbles reassurance. Her head leans slightly into the hand, and again the nymph's eyes fall a tad short of Sarah's face. They keep getting stuck there for some reason.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Especially difficult as Sarah leans closer, the neck of her shirt gaping up more to show a hint of the curves underneath, as her hand lightly cups against Neri's cheek. "Okay...if you're sure....." she says softly, her eyes watching, her lips twitching as she notices where you're looking.

Nixe has posed:
    The naiad's cheek is warm to the touch - flushed perhaps - and only another few seconds later do her eyes bounce back up to Sarah's face, lidding slightly again as Nerina relaxes anew, resting her head against the apache with another silly little smile. A slender arm in a baggy sweater reaches up to lay on the weather mutant's shoulder.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah shifts a bit, relaxing as you smile again, then stilling a bit as your hand cups her shoulder, her head tilting, a bit questioningly at that, but seemingly enjoying the contact.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina's hand tugs a little, either trying to pull more of her arm around the apache or bring Sarah down to her. Another indistinct mumble follows from the young flautist as the tilt of her head spills a thin bang back into her face.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah slowly relaxes, stretching out as she shifts, stretching out next to the smaller woman nex to her, arching against Neri's warmth gently as the other woman hugs her. Her hair falls in a ripple against the pillow on the couch, her dark eyes finding yours as she rests her head next to you.

Nixe has posed:
    "Mmm..." Nerina coos softly, her breath brushing against Sarah's ear as the nymph's body bends with no resistance to pull herself close and snug against the young woman's shirt with a second arm joining the first. The flautist's back is very flexible it seems.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah make a soft noise, then reaches out, her arms gently gathering Nerina in, snuggling into her as she sighs out, very loosely resting her hands against her.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina's head dips to burrow into the crook of Sarah's neck and the naiad's lower half dissipates into water, flowing through her clothes and up the apache's thighs to reform two spindly limbs that wrap around her waist. The nymph's bare toes wiggle a little as she gets comfortable.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Sarah mmphs as she feels the change in position, slowly starting to roll on her back as you straddle her hips, her own bare legs and hips warm against Nerina's legs as she gently slides her arms around her, craddling her head against her shoulder as she gently strokes her hair.

Nixe has posed:
    *Flump!* With Nerina's fall onto Sarah comes the nymph's disordered hair, turning everything below the apache's neck a straw gold.

    "Mmhmph..." the bottomless nymph is talking into Sarah's shirt now, for all the good it does but by the way she nuzzles herself into the fabric, the waif is comfortable like this.

Rainmaker has posed:
    There's a soft laugh from Sarah, before she gently slides her hands down, gathering your hair so it rests over your bare butt to keep it warm and covers as you snuggle into her. She nuzzles against you very gently, her chest rising and falling, providing a soft pillowed place to rest your cheek as you nuzzle against her.

Nixe has posed:
    Nerina adjusts herself slightly and scoots an inch or two down the apache's front to rest more comfortably against her pillow, shifting her head over to one side until she finds the heartbeat again. Then the naiad goes quiet and still. Sarah may be stuck now.

Rainmaker has posed:
    Stuck...but not seeming to mind it, her chest rising and falling steadily. Her heartbeat is stroke under your ear, maybe a little quicker than normal, though it starts to drop back down to lower levels, as her hands slide down, then rest loosely at Nerina's lower back gently.

Nixe has posed:
    The blonde's hips buck against Sarah as she's touched again and a mumbled... two syllables of something comes from the slender Italian with the slurred urgency of a half-conscious complaint. Nerina's hands wander around Sarah's back and sides as the nymph squirms before mostly settling down again.

Rainmaker has posed:
    SArah gets quiet, closing her eyes, just feeling the gentle pressure of Nerina on top of her body as she breathes in and out, finding it...oddly comforting, really. Her hands still where they are, just resting lightly, her body radiating a soft warmth under the other girl.

Nixe has posed:
    In only a few seconds later, a soft snoring rumbles Sarah's breast. Warm, cuddled, and flushed with alcohol, the lightweight naiad is out like a light.