Luna sat and stared, fascinated by the succubus's smooth movements. She could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. Of course she'd been told about the birds and the bees - her father had spent a rather ackward after trying to explain it to her before she finally realised what he had been trying to get at, and assured her father that 'she knew all about it - she'd been observing the birds and the bees for quite some time now.'
Power radiated from Ellie, self-assured, and Luna was not surprised when first Hermes, then the man(-shaped being) with the sunglasses joined her. Dark, throbbing, sinuous flows swelled and ebbed with the beat of the drum.
Luna blinked when Ellie kissed Hermes, and licked her lips unconsciously; wanting, but not knowing what or how or why or when.
Her blush came out in its full glory when Crowley ripped Ellie's skirt off, and deepened when she took off her top. Luna released the breath she did not know she had been holding when Hermes shucked off his own clothing, leaving it on the ground. Pressing her lips together, and hoping that she hadn't made a sound, Luna closed her eyes. Almost against her own volition, she felt herself stand up, and the world whirled around her.
Luna began to dance.
At first it was a dance of mimicry, seeing how much of Ellie's smooth movements she could copy, but soon she was dancing on her own. Drumbeats and the soft sigh of the strings urged her on, at first slowly, then surely as she danced the dance of the innocent, the dance of the pure, the dance of the Virgin. The dance of awakening, and of life. For what else could be more fitting, at the beginning of the new year?
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Power radiated from Ellie, self-assured, and Luna was not surprised when first Hermes, then the man(-shaped being) with the sunglasses joined her. Dark, throbbing, sinuous flows swelled and ebbed with the beat of the drum.
Luna blinked when Ellie kissed Hermes, and licked her lips unconsciously; wanting, but not knowing what or how or why or when.
Her blush came out in its full glory when Crowley ripped Ellie's skirt off, and deepened when she took off her top. Luna released the breath she did not know she had been holding when Hermes shucked off his own clothing, leaving it on the ground. Pressing her lips together, and hoping that she hadn't made a sound, Luna closed her eyes. Almost against her own volition, she felt herself stand up, and the world whirled around her.
Luna began to dance.
At first it was a dance of mimicry, seeing how much of Ellie's smooth movements she could copy, but soon she was dancing on her own. Drumbeats and the soft sigh of the strings urged her on, at first slowly, then surely as she danced the dance of the innocent, the dance of the pure, the dance of the Virgin. The dance of awakening, and of life. For what else could be more fitting, at the beginning of the new year?