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[Ah-- the woman of the hour! She looks quite a bit more intimidating in person than over the camera. The obvious violent type, probably with a slight temper was the first impression she had.

She still doesn't seem like a bad person outright? Straightforward and to the point. Things that, mixed with the tobacco smoke, brought the pangs of familiarity back.

...She steps forward, going to lock step next to Baiken and peering at her through the smoke of her own breath and that of the pipe. A small frown on her lips. Anri was nervous of doing this with a complete stranger!

But she was curious, and a bit fearless in her own right when the chips finally fell.]

[ By the time Baiken found a clearing she liked, kneeling to check if the grass was of a soft quality, that there was nothing around that'd make the experience especially uncomfortable, she finally eased herself down to sit. She motioned for Anri to do the same, and to hand her one of those beers. ]

[She blinked as Baiken settled down. Here huh? Without a word she drew out one of the bottles. Popping the cap off and handing it to the woman.

It was one of her stronger brews. A nice, dark stout with a pleasant scent and... no, Baiken said she didn't care for such things. A bit of waste, but they would probably do the trick she was looking for... Anri goes ahead and sits next to her, breaking open a bottle for herself and downing it with a sigh and a shiver from the cold grass.]

...I've got six, so help yourself.

[ Baiken puffed on her pipe one last time before taking it from her lips, setting it aside and carefully balancing it on the knot of a root, freeing up her hand to take the beer. She set it in her lap, at first, before quickly snapping her bracer over the cap, knocking it off and taking it back up for a long, multi gulp swig.

A sigh, and... ]

You're right... this tastes pretty good.

[That got a small smile from her. Appreciation was always nice to hear, whether the person meant it or not.]

Thank you, I'm glad you like it.

[The tone in her voice sounds like Anri means it... She goes ahead and slips off her own wool gloves and coat, placing it on the ground as a makeshift blanket, bottle off to the side. Leaving her in her form-fitting thermal shirt. Things were still cold though, and the loss of layer gets a shudder from her.

Anri still kept the warm smile though!]

[ Baiken only really had to throw her head back one more time before she drained the entire bottle, setting the empty glass aside before taking her pipe back up again and drawing in a few puffs before letting out another sigh of almost cherry-like smoke, in its scent, wafting through the cold air...

At Anri's shiver, Baiken sidled herself closer, her good arm between them, offering the pipe silently. ]

[She doesn't mind that much as she watched Baiken down it all in a breath. Instead she simply sets out the rest of the bottles next to them and sipped on her own. Taking her time to enjoy the quiet of the woods.

Baiken pressing in next to her was rather cute in its own way, Anri thought. Leaning into the shared body warmth soft body pressing against the more hardened one. Her own heat radiating to join the swordwoman's. At the offered pipe... she hesitated again. Before lithe fingers moved to take it. Painted red lips gently wrapping around it to take a drag and let out a puff. There was that smell again, the taste now on her lips; she took her time with it. There was one more puff before she goes to hand it back.]

...You have good tastes.

... Gonna be awhile before I can get something of this quality again... with Celliwig gone.

[ The words are... strangely softer, than the tone she'd been using in their previous conversation. She took back the pipe, taking one last pull of it herself, before dashing it against her ankle and expelling the contents, snuffing it out the back end of her hand. The smoke lingers in the air between them for a moment before she finally spoke again. ]

... Are you sure you wanna do this?

[Celliwig again. She supposed that would remain on everyone's thoughts for a good while. It was normal, she knew. Even when she felt she should be celebrating the coming holidays.

Her eyes drew themselves to the falling embers before the cold killed them leaving the puffs of smoke. She takes another drink. Polishing off her bottle.]

To be honest... I haven't felt certain about most things since I got here. [Certain or quite right beyond a few moments with her newfound loved ones... she goes ahead and leans in to give Baiken a kiss on the cheek. Sweet and soft and held for a second or two. Not quick, not lingering.]

...Thank you, for asking... it's sweet of you. [Another pause.] Are you sure you're fine with this?

[ Sweet, and... warm. She felt the lingering heat of Anri's lips on her cheek, something she hadn't really... expected. By nature, her usual intimate company didn't give kisses like that. It really had been... a long time for her, hadn't it? ]

Of all the things I've collected a paycheck for... this is the one I'm least likely to feel any regrets over...

[ Using that hand of hers to give someone company... rather than draw blood... She could imagine Anji, or even Claude, being amused by the poetry of it.

She turned her face fully towards Anri, eye slipping closed, and sought the warmth of those lips once more, this time with her own, the taste of both the beer and her smoke still lingering, bitter and sweet... ]

Then... I'll do my best so you can enjoy your check.

[Anri leaned back into Baiken, green eyes, reflecting the soft lights from the moon and remaining embers, looked back into the woman's. Before sliding themselves shut as lips pressed against lips. Comforting and welcoming without rushing. The bittersweet taste of alcohol and tobacco was fine by her. More than fine, as it mixed with her own. Hers held something similar, if not more smooth.

Like chocolate, sweet, but bitter. Smooth but addictive in its flavor as it melded with the beer and smoke. A smell of tulips and poppies permeating from her, something that follows her naturally. All promising the night to be slow, to be sweet in the cold winter air and freezing ground. Take Baiken away from whatever had been troubling her; even if just for a moment with a stranger.

A hand placed itself on the side of Baiken's cheek gently, over the spot she kissed. The thumb gently running itself along part of a scar. No regrets then... no uncertainty. ]

[ Baiken had been prepared for things to go differently. For Anri to back down, or to be more ravenous than she seemed, but this tenderness was...

It wasn't unwelcome, but it was probably the possibility she'd thought the least about. It was something she was so unused to. Her thoughts drifted to a similar winter night, though it had been spent within a room of the dojo she'd been living at, indulging herself in intimacy for the first time, virginal only really in body, with a girl who'd been sweet on her in school...

Anri... vaguely smelled the same, even if not exactly. A girl whose name she could no longer remember, pushed long into the void of the past, along with any other aspects of a "normal" life she never fit into. Things forgotten, for the sake of looking ever ahead with a blood-stained gaze...

... For a moment, she could be that person again... just for a moment, with a stranger so sweet as this...

Her arm wedged itself behind Anri, tugging her close, practically into Baiken's lap, as she let that kiss linger, let it deepen as her tongue sought out a more keen flavor, past Anri's lips. ]

[Anri could be ravenous, wanton if the mood had been right. Perhaps... but the mood wasn't right for that, she didn't feel such a fancy overtake her, and Baiken simply didn't feel like the right person to take such a direction with. Part of her did feel the need to back down though, the feeling that this wasn't quite right... but she squashed it as best she could.

Whether she should be doing this with the woman she'd only just met or not. Whether it felt right, it might be an indulgency that she herself needed. A brief connection she needed. It didn't have to mean anything so long as there was that spark of life and enjoyment. To help give her that rush of being where thousands of souls once were.... now replaced with nothing.

She liked to think Baiken felt something similar. Despite her outward exterior she is sweet, Anri would stand by that observation. Sweet and wanting something... something else.

She shifted herself onto Baiken's lap. Lips parting and her own muscle slipping out, pressing against the other. Welcoming her to explore and indulge herself more in Anri's taste, more of her warmth. Her nose breathed in deeper, taking in her partner's scent, taking in her warmth as Anri pressed her full breasts against the other pair. Her own arms pressing around broad shoulders.

Happy to hold and be held like this in her partner's lap for the moment.]

[ Baiken would have argued she was not sweet, simply adaptive, and not the sort of cruel person to have selfish demands from a stranger who was putting herself in an awkward situation willingly. No matter what it was, however, things were playing off... fine.

Better than fine, really.

More than the beer, the smoke, she felt herself becoming inebriated off of Anri's taste, humming into the kiss. The hand that had pulled Anri into her lap moved to tug at her clothes, insistingly. It was cold, certainly, but she had no doubt that wouldn't matter soon enough... and she wanted to taste more of her. ]

[That is all fair enough! But things were going well on her own end. Helped along by that taste and scent of smoke and the warmth of the other body.

She took her time to enjoy the feeling and taste of those lips pressed against her own. The feeling of that tongue as it pressed and probed her mouth. It elated her and made her to let go of all of everything for the moment. A small sigh pressed out around her corners as she did her own best to relax and fall further into the strong body that embraced her, legs curled up on either side of Baiken's thighs and hips.

Slowly she pulled herself away from the kiss. Leaving a small nip to the lower lip and a final peck before helping the woman undress her. Leaning back slightly to take off that thermal top of hers, mussing her hair and ribbon slightly. Letting her breasts fall free from their confines and the clothing to be added on top of her jacket. Leaving pale skin now exposed to cold air and Baiken's gaze; cheeks flushed red and bright green eyes half-lidded with mouth parted and letting out panting breaths that formed into warm clouds around them.]

[ Baiken didn't spend too much time admiring... it was dark, save for what moonlight peaked through the canopy, but mostly she needed to feel, rather than see. Her hand, the callouses on her fingers roughly apparent, smoothed along Anri's back, pulled her back in close. Close enough for her to duck her head in, and begin to lavish attention everywhere she could.

Lips, tongue, teeth, they sought out all of Anri's flesh like she had had been locked away without nurishment. Against her throat, her collar, over the swell of her breasts. She took a nipple between her lips, nibbling vigorously, the pace quickening along with her need to just consume, lustfully. ]

[It was something she still wanted to give Baiken a bit of time to do. If she wanted, she didn't, and Anri knew that. She probably should have known that from the start. But she still wanted to do her best. To give her something a bit more. The blonde leans into the welcomed, warm touch all the same. Not minding the callouses on her hands. The roughness of her mouth and the perceived need she projected.

She sat up straighter, breasts pressing above the other chest, head cocked back and off to the side to allow access to that vulnerable neck in a way she normally wouldn't allow for many others to have. So many hands and mouths have closed around that throat before already... Anri closed her eyes then opened them slowly again. Letting out a moan as one of her nipples, pink and erect from the cold, were taken into that mouth. The warmth of the mouth encapsulating it sending shudders through her body. Another moan, a whimper, encouraging her to devour her in that need, to leave her temporary marks on the pale skin.

A hand pressed itself into Baiken's hair, working to undo whatever had been used to tie it back. The other worked to begin undressing the woman herself. Doing its best to slip off what it could. To feel that skin against her own and cold winter air.]

[ While it looked like a bound tie, the closure that held her hair up was actually a clip of sorts, held by a frog closure. Which made a lot of sense given she only had the one arm. Her hair slipped loose, wild as it was, and cascaded over them both, almost a blanket unto itself.

She was so engrossed in what she was doing, praising Anri's breasts with needy kisses, hungry licks and bites, that she barely even noticed the other's work to undress her, at least...

Until one of Anri's hand moved to her right side. In a blink, her own hand was moved back between them, snatching up Anri's wrist, holding it firmly, but not roughly, and she broke away from her work to meet Anri's eyes again.

She didn't say anything... but the request was clear. Leave it be. ]

[The hand that was working to undo Baiken's clothes paused in their approach as that hand snatched her wrist.]

Ah-- [She relented, releasing the bit of clothing she had wrapped in her fingers. And instead ran her fingers through the womans long, wild hair as it flowed down around them while resting the other on the woman's shoulder when she let's go.]

...If that's what you want, Liefde. [She sighed and nodded, eyes meeting eyes in understanding and lust and need. Anri leaned in to give Baiken's forehead a peck before slowly working down her face. kissing the corners of her lips. The weight of her body leaning into the other. She was sure there was a reason for why the woman didn't want to show her body, and that was fine... at least a little anyway. She had to remind herself this was only temporary for a moment.

There was another kiss along Baiken's jaw. A nip to her neck followed by a suckle.]

Love me then... take me how you want... Flanders is yours-- Wallonia is yours.... All of it. All of me. Just for tonight. [It was something she was used to. And her words were spoken low, in a husky, cooing tone as she pressed in close again.]

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[ It was less not wanting to be exposed but just... not that part of her. Not to someone she barely knew. Thankfully, Anri didn't lose a beat, and kept the mood where it should be, her words dripping over Baiken's ears like warm, sweet honey, and she felt herself start to warm all over.

All of her, just for the night... Very well. The hand that had firmly grasped Anri's wrist moved again, back to her back, holding her steady there as she pushed forward, aiming to lay Anri down on the makeshift blanket she'd made on the grass below, beneath her, where she'd do just as she wished... to have all of her... ]

[Baiken would continue to be peppered with kisses. Those warm lips pressing down further to just below her neck at whatever skin was exposed. She'd follow whatever limitations were put in place, wherever and however the woman wanted to take things. Not knowing her, and still wanting her to get something more out of this triste other than money. To let her feel pleasure. To let her feel love and experience something more to life than whatever had been egging her.

Slowly she relaxed her body, leaning back as Baiken pressed her down. To claim her for the night. Anri would continue ue to coo sweet nothings at the woman in French, Dutch, German, English... Spanish. To give her a taste of her nation, what she was about to take. Her hands reluctantly pulling away to press down the last vestiges of her clothes as her back met the ground. Leaving her pale body naked and exposed to the elements. Leaving her reliant on their shared heat and passion. She'd be sweet, demure and vulnerable for the woman. Doing what she can to please her.

Moaning, kissing and laying her being to bare. Just for her. Just for the cold night...]

[ For Baiken's own sake, she didn't really need Anri to be anything but 'receptive' but she couldn't pretend she didn't appreciate the effort all the same. Letting her control the momentum helped in ways she didn't really have the inclination to express at the moment, instead just capitalizing, taking what Anri offered and rewarding the other woman with plenty of touch, both of her lips and her hand.

The hand, its roughness feeling that much more pronounced over soft skin, smoothed down Anri's belly, fingers fanning out and closing in, before finally sliding its way beneath the hem of her trousers, to find the heat inside, rubbing briskly at warm, wet folds, humming as she did so. ]

[One soft hand trailed down her arm, gently placing itself over the other hand as it roamed down her body from her tummy and ever lower, before falling away as she reached her pants. The calloused, worn palm of her hand brought back those feelings of nostalgia. Both good and bad. This one though, this warm feeling and the brush of those lips, was decidedly good. She melted under Baiken, legs widening as best they could, hips pushing up and back against those fingers. Her folds gradually ever more slick at the attention as was the heat that was growing inside of her.]

Mm... good... good just like that...

[Another soft kiss here, a nip there as green eyes looked back up at another pair filled with a mix of warmth, love, patience, lust, and a hint of sadness. She pressed one hand down the woman's side. Exploring as well before circling behind her to slip under whatever clothing might be there. Fingers gripping at her rear, nails gently and cautiously pressing into skin. The desire to feel more of her partner ever present alongside the need to satisfy in return.]

[ Baiken's kimono had come fairly loose in all of the motion, already. Enough that even the neckline over her right shoulder was pulling back from Anri's efforts. It was then, it would finally happen, a curtain tugged away just by chance, revealing she she'd snatched Anri's wrist earlier, as her kimono fell from her torso entirely...

Between the top of her shoulder, and the wrapping that covered the part of her upper arm that as still there, the scarring was... She hadn't simply had her arm amputated for whatever reason, the evidence was that it had been ripped off, torn from her. More of her right side, down the edge of her ribs, was covered in similar marks, marred into Baiken's flesh, etchings of gruesome, malicious intent. Stretch marks pulled around the scars, signs that she'd grown around them, that they were hardly those earned in her adulthood, but far older, something that had to have happened when Baiken was a child...

Baiken's motions stopped, realizing Anri could see. She normally didn't care, in casual situations, what people thought of those scars. In public baths, in changing rooms, but this was different. But it was different to have them touched. That still made her heart stop. This was far too intimate, far too close to her, that she... she needed to know how Anri was going to react, if there was still anything left of an amorous mood, before she continued... ]

[There seemed to have been quite a few unexpected and sudden things happening today. Anri had been doing her best to respect Baiken's wishes as best she could, gauging where she could and couldn't touch. What could be comfortable and what wasn't. It was her stopping that had caught her attention first.]

Mm... what wrong--

[Her eyes followed the now loose cloth that had fallen away. Ah, that's it. It was difficult to make things out in the dark like this, even under the bright winter's moon. But she could still make out details. Her mind needed a bit of time to process what she was seeing before the soft hand that had been gripping her wrist slowly reached out to press fingers along it. There were obvious questions that floated through her mind, all bottled under worry. The spirit studied the old wounds for a moment longer. More familiarity growing in her mind along with a bit of bitter sadness.

Soon the hand that had been running itself along those scars reached up to gently stroke Baiken's cheek before Anri propped herself up, taking her other hand away to give the woman a kiss, soft and soothing and still sweet as before. Her attention not on the scars themselves, but on the person that carried them.]

...I'm sorry.... [She breathed out warmly against her, voice as soft and comforting as she could make it. There wasn't much else she could say or do about what she saw, or what had been revealed through accident. But she could at least show that she wasn't put off from it. That the mood hadn't been ruined in the slightest. It did make her lean in closer once more. To hold Baiken softly even if she became rough. Just to make certain that the woman felt that everything was alright and would be.]

I'm sorry, Liefde....

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