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Bern:
Amanda

"Oh so you agree to show your youthfulness, no more hiding yourself in bulky dresses, we're going on a shopping spree and I won't accept a no for an answer, not from cute little Elf princess." She snapped her fingers and pointed towards the door.

"Now get a move on, I can't wait all day for you."

yinsukin:
Suerte

A deep sigh escaped Suerte's lips as she felt his touching her chest.  Seeing his head dip into her cleavage made her feel warm down below.  The greedy hands that pulled her closer caught her off guard, forcing a heavy yelp from her lips.  "Mmmm... the mission?" she mumbled, trying to find her thoughts among the pangs of pleasure that the cowboy was sending through her body. 

"In all honesty, the mission could be as complex as a political assassination job or as simple as hog-tying cattle.  I'm sure I don't have to tell you that the journey is not about what you do, but who you do it with."

Suerte placed her hands on the back of his head, nudging him to plunge head deeper into her breasts.  "You know I play for keeps when it comes to being a bounty hunter right?  No matter how silly the job is, I want to make sure we put all of our passion into it."

YOLF:
Justice

He appreciated that resolution. It was a more open outlook than Justice could usually voice on his own, though it rang true, and it flavored her shuddering reactions and soft breaths like rare spices. The rider inhaled of her bosom, his nose rubbing her skin.

Then his hands sneaked past her hips, and Justice picked Suerte off the ground by her ass, sliding their bodies closer and making their scents intermingle. The gesture brought her gaze more level with his, and he chuckled at her. "There's better places to use your passion than a shooting range."

yinsukin:
Suerte

The cowgirl smirked as the air lightly brushed the skin on her breasts, feeling a rush of aggression wash over her.  The hand that pushed his head into her breasts instinctively reached for his cloak, gripping it tightly as she prepared to tear it to ribbons.  Before she could act, she felt her feet suddenly freed from the ground as a pair of hands greedily gripped her ass, sinking into the tight flesh, even with the cloth of her miniskirt in between them.

"You know when i'm this riled up, I don't care," she said, meeting his gaze with a smile.  Her eyes were filled with energy and a hint of bloodlust.  "But you know, it would be fun to see your home."

She only wished the squirrel girl was home too.  She wanted to show off her conquest.

YOLF:
Justice

Justice frowned, slightly, through the heated gleam in his eyes. Her request, although not troubling of itself, reminded him of a slight issue, namely him and Nanako's sleeping arrangements.

They'd managed to find a serviceable place with a number of freed rooms by looking around in the less-than-safe periphery between this district and one of its less composed neighbors, rather than deal with the eventually exploitative novelty of hotel rooms. The rider had insisted on the need for only a single bed between the two, as he did not need nor plan to really sleep comfortably, but contrary to her acquiescing, the squirrelgirl had wound up dragging him to sleep on it, doubling as a pillow or heater for her.

While currently distracted, he knew that Nanako was clingy by nature. Meanwhile, Suerte sounded competitive, and possible even a little possessive, and instinct told him to minimize the friction.

"In essence, it's just a place to sleep," he grunted and gave her chest a stinging kiss. "Maybe later."

Justice shifted her weight so he was firmly holding her rear and the rest of her body, now higher, and strode out of the firing range, with any real distance between them glued together. The rider couldn't help but take advantage of his position to take handfuls of her. He only separated for a moment, to climb onto Punishment's back and set Suerte in front of him - conveniently in a position where their bodies were free to grind against each other, and his arms to wrap around her again.

He tapped the steed, and it flew off. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he didn't intend to drag it out either. Anywhere that was subtle or gave them the space to focus on this would do.

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