T/M 2.6

She made a sound that could only be called a giggle and yet it was so alien coming from her. She felt giddy from her success, from a well placed kiss and the anticipation of more. There would be more, she knew the answer long, long before Tatsu would be able to articulate it. Letting him for those little sounds and catch up to the current moment was important though, she would allow him to catch his breath before she kicked the world from beneath him again.

Ming was content to stand curled in the taller female's embrace. That he didn't kiss her after she'd broken the first was no great disappointment, not with the unmistakably gentle way he stroked at her hair, She felt all sorts of lovely, happy tingles flow up and down her spine each time his hand moved. In turn she showed her appropriation with tiny nips and kisses along his feminine neck.

Then, finally, the answer came.

"Of course," She whispered, leaning in to cover the space between their mouths.

The second kiss would be less urgent, less of a clandestine most to steal a moment. Now she had time for all the little extras that had been taught to her as the difference between a good and extraordinary kiss. Unknowingly she'd managed a few of the important side notes that morning by keeping her clothing soft and her hair down. Other than that she needed only to figure out what kind of kisser Tatsu was and adjust,

Easy, right? Not even. But she had time to figure this out.

Now that they were so close and he had his hands tangled in it the cool smell of mint from her hair tickled at her nose and undoubtedly it did the same for him. She was aware, too, that the thick hair closest to her neck had yet to dry and must have felt damp to him. No makeup to smudge or rub away, leaving her free to explore the feminine mouth above without clownish results.

Not that she was against Tatsu coming away from her kisses with reddened lips, Ming decided to herself, there was something satisfying in looking at a woman's kiss swollen mouth and knowing it was your own handiwork. Whatever she may think of men there were some parts she understood completely like this.

Her own mouth tasted like peppermint and mist and if she allowed her lips to still he would find more than just the cooling sensation of Mint. Everything in the way she touched had a little feel of cool to it but nothing remarkable. If nothing else that meant she wouldn't be easy to make sweat.

In contrast her dusky, tanned skin stood out against his lighter tone. She liked that, liked that she didn't match either Tatsu or Ren bodily. Men might like their girls white like china dolls but that was not for her. She couldn't wait to touch the skin of those legs Tatsuya surely look for granted. The competitive side of her laughed at Renzo, enjoyed the fact that as far as she knew she was the first to touch this new body in such a way.

Ming caressed the side of his head above the ear, using her nails to scratch lightly at his skull as she broke away. With a half smile, half smirk she licked her own lips and turned her head just enough to peer at their surroundings like she'd only just arrived.

"Where would you be most comfortable?" she asked, tone leaving no doubt what she meant,