Drag Time (M)

Callie was feeling a bit tense. She had just had an episode and was finally sane enouh after her dosage of drugs to actually do something besides lay in her bed, hallucinating, and anything else that usually went wrong when they gave her drugs. Nothing ever seemed to help her out, or she throroughly convinced herself that they didn't work. Letting out a sigh, she went to the smoker's room. There was nothing better than taking a drag from a cigarette. The potent tobacco and other chemically infused tar and smoke filling her lungs always hit the right spot. No one would have ever known she was a die hard religious girl only a couple of years prior.

Walking into the smoking area, she pulled out her beat up pack of pall mall's, the only ones she would actually smoke. Menthol was always the best. And they seemed to smoke a whole hell of a lot longer than most cigarette's. Though she honestly hadn't dabbled with most of them. Pulling out a cig, she looked about to see if there was something she could light her drag up with, but to no avail. Pursing her lips, she approached the nearest woman and asked her. "Hey, do you have a light?" she inquired, desperately needing the addictive qualities.

Aurora sat on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest, arms secured around her legs. Her eyes were focused on a spot on the wall opposite of her. She was having one of her episodes, and she wasn’t trying to fight it. She could feel the crushing feeling, rising in her chest, sitting on her lungs like a dead weight. Her heart was fluttering at unnatural speeds, and her palms were becoming slippery from sweat. She tried to focus on inhaling deeply, but her lungs refused to hold on to the air she deposited in them. Fire. It was always her relief through the years. A sizzling burn to her forearm, or simply watching it with fascination had always been enough to calm her down. Actually causing fire damage brought the most comfort though, but how the hell could she do that in this damned place? All of a sudden she was jumping up like an agile cat, flying toward the wall she’d been staring at. A fist flew at it, but just as it was about to make contact she drew back, screaming out in frustration. She began to frantically rub at her arms, an up and down motion, almost as if she were cold and was trying to warm herself. Fire. Fire. Fire. She needed it. Now.

An almost insistent whine climbed up the back of her throat. They’d stripped her of all of her lighters the moment she was tossed into this place! They’d also found (and confiscated) the remaining ones she’d hidden over the course of the last couple of weeks. A pyromaniac in possession of lighters or matches wasn’t a good idea. Wait… matches! She’d saved some of those! She wondered if they’d been found. Desperately she ran toward the drawers, tossing the only few articles of clothing she was allowed out of her way. She felt around until… there. Greedily, her fingers grasped the tiny object, and she immediately placed it in her shirt. Stupid doctors, She thought with triumph. Her heart was still fluttering, and her hands were beginning to shake. Fire. Fire. Where could she go where they would least expect to check? She was supposed to bring someone with her to the smoker’s room whenever she wanted a cigarette, because they were supposed to supply her with both the cigarette and the lighting device. But who would even know if she went solo?

Taking the chance, she stealthily slipped from her room, glancing both ways before nonchalantly making her way there. It was empty. Immediately, her fingers fumbled as she reached into her shirt and pulled out the matches. Clumsily from panic, her breathing close to a hyperventilation at this point, she lit the first match. The just-lit smell was intoxicating to her as it swirled teasingly along her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply. Like a fiend. Fire. The lovely light flickered right before her, and she held onto it until she felt it roasting her fingertips. Almost lovingly, she blew the rest of it out, before repeating the process. It wasn’t much, but it was something, and slowly she began to calm down. She figured she ought to stop soon so she would still have some for later. She was so fixated on her doings she hardly noticed someone else had entered. It took her a while to glance up when she’d been addressed, and she stared at the woman almost stupidly before registering what she wanted. The unlit cigarette dangling between her fingers made it obvious. For a possessive moment, she quickly glanced down, temped to reject the offer. She very nearly did, but then she thought of something. Glancing up again, slowly blowing out the current match between her fingertips, she let it carelessly fall to the ground with the rest she’d gone through. She’d never seen this woman before – she could hardly know of her pyromania and that she wasn’t supposed to be in here, unsupervised. Although, what else could be thought of with a woman, seated in a corner, blowing out match after match, be assumed of? Who cared. “If you can spare one of those, I can spare one of these.” She mused with a smirk, jerking her chin in the direction of the cigarette. Her brown eyes moved up to the woman’s almost expectantly.

Callie had walked into the room, only one person around. A patient she assumed from the familiar outfit everyone was stuck sporting about in this place. However, as she looked the woman over, her eyes flicked to the burning matches that came and went from the woman's hand. The striking smell of a match and the first burn filled her nose as the smell grew more and more potent. That alone began to make her body shiver with excitement. Despite her being a pyro from time to time, she was just lucky enough to be allowed to smoke. Though with no supervision at the moment, her excitement grew more.

Once she addressed the woman, she could tell her thrall from the fire seemed strong because it took her a bit before even realizing the blonde was there. Not that she minded overly. She remembered all too well the adoration and obsession with fire. Her greatest one being the one she set her home on fire with. Her free hand began to twitch before the woman pulled her attention back to reality when she offered a trade. A match for a cig. Looking down at her cig, she glanced back up to the girls big brown eyes and nodded. "Sounds like a fair trade," she mused with a bit of a teasing smirk on her lips as she handed the cig that was in her hand to the woman.

Pulling out another one, she held the nicotine infested stick between her plump lips before looking about, almost suspiciously so. She wanted at least a few moments to play with the match she was about to receive before someone was to supervise. "So what's your name?" she asked as she looked the woman over. She hadn't seen her around before. Seemed like a new trend. People seemed to coming in. So many new patients, she was having a hard time keeping track.

Aurora's eyes didn't leave the woman's, not for a single moment. Most didn't intimidate her, it was rather hard for her to feel threatened, but that wasn't always a good thing. It meant she usually got in trouble, but it wasn't like she couldn't handle it. Or, so she'd thought, until she'd been thrown into here. She still didn't think she had anything wrong with her, but wasn't that how every patient in here was? Almost as if on cue, she quickly realized she'd quickly answered the woman in front of her. What if she wasn't a patient, and just one of the doctors under cover to trick her? Her eyes immediately became guarded, and she was tempted to shrink even further back into her corner. Stubbornly, she managed not to, clenching her teeth tightly together before looking back up into the eyes of the unfamiliar blonde. She had the same hideous clothes on that she was sporting herself, but anyone could be adorned in them. Licking her lips, she continued to regard her company before letting air slip past her ajar lips. Who really cared if she was being tricked? The worst that would happen was that she'd be tossed into solitary confinement or something. "Good," She found herself musing in response.

She reached out to accept the cigarette that had been offered to her, enjoying it's familiarity between her index and middle fingers. She brought the cancer stick to her lips, placing it in between them before removing one of the matches and striking it to light up the flame. She was reluctant at first, almost hypnotized by it, but a trade was a trade, and she wouldn't get what she wanted otherwise. She offered it up to the woman, waiting for her to take it and ignoring the slight tug of possession she felt in her chest. It wouldn't do to slip into a rage over a single match. She still had a couple more. Glancing down, she slowly and deliberately removed another one, striking it, before safely tucking the rest away. She hardly even cared at this point if she was being obvious about it. Her eyes feasted on the flame again, letting it burn all the way down until it was burning her fingertips again. She savored the pain, relished it, before bringing the flame to the head of her cigarette. She inhaled deeply until it caught, shaking out the flame as the smoke evaded her lungs.

She felt herself being looked over, and now that she had to slowly let the happiness she momentarily felt from her fun slip away, she could pay more attention to her company. She felt herself being analyzed as she removed the cigarette from between her lips, allowing the smoke to steadily stream out into the air. "Aurora. Rory. Whatever suits your fancy." She mused back with a slight sarcasm laced in her tone, a small smirk inching onto her lips. She took another drag, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before speaking again. She ignored the fact that she was still on the floor, while the other woman wasn't. "You been here a while?"

Callie noticed the woman get a little guarded. Her initially response was to become tense, and her body did so without another thought. Did the girl intend to take back on the trade? Just take a cigarette without warning. The blonde could feel her hand become a little more fidgety with paranoia racing through her now. Dealing with people who were similar to her, at least in one way or another, did freak her out. She didn't know how to act. One moment someone could be fine, the next they could be completely different. She knew she was like that. Callie knew she was not well, but she couldn't really do anything about it. Taking in a deep breath, her eye twitched a bit before the girl spoke. Good was all she said, but it was enough to make her body not practically break with tension, despite how small it may have been.

Once the girl took her cig, she held her own with her lips still, waiting for her match that would satisfy her, if only for a little bit. As soon as the match was lit and presented to her, almost like a present, she greedily took it from the woman. Holding it up, her eyes watched lustfully as the little seductive flame dance about on the burning wood. Though quickly she pulled her attention away as to not allow the match go to waste and light the cigarette. Doing so, she breathed in until the tip flamed up orange and grey from ashes before she allowed the match to burn down to practically nothing, the fire singing her skin a bit. Bracing the pain against her skin, she let out a sigh of pleasure before blowing out the smoke in her lungs.

Shivering in pleasure, satisfaction from the nicotine and the fire, her body relaxed soon after. Returning her attention back to the brunette, she heard her tell her about her name. "Rora it is then," she advised as a matter of factually. She did like the woman's name though. It was unique, and she did like that. Her eyes drifted around the room, her lips puffing out rings of smoke before her ears caught the woman speaking again. "Far too long," she mused casually, taking another hit of her cigarette. "What about you? Not long I am guessing?" she assumed, not recognizing the woman in the slightest. She had been here a while, so new patients were something a bit of a treat. A bit of new blood.

Although Aurora's own attention had been feasting upon her own match, she couldn't help but catch the way the blonde woman reacted when she'd presented her with her end of the trade. She noticed the way the woman's eyes lit up, the way they greedily took in the sight of the flame. Even after she'd lit the end of her cigarette, she allowed the match to burn all the way down to the end, much like she'd done herself. It quickly dawned upon her within moments that the woman in front of her was probably a pyromaniac, just like herself. The thought was just a bit unsettling. Someone who was just like her? How was she supposed to deal with that, when she wasn't even sure how to deal with herself sometimes? She quickly brought the cigarette back to her lips to greedily inhale the nicotine, not wanting to think about it. Because thinking, lead to paranoia. And paranoia, lead to freaking out. Freaking out, lead to those blasted workers running in here. And that, lead to either being hauled away with her arms locked behind her back, or them sticking her with a needle to sedate her. She tremor shivered down her spine before she could even react, and she hardly realized her hand had begun to shake. So maybe that wasn't the best way to try and calm herself down.. in fact, it only seemed to have made it worse.

The thought of any of their filthy hands touching her made her want to retch in disgust. She hardly even realized in her small little episode, she'd made a point of staring at the woman, who had obvious pleasure written all over her face. This relaxed Aurora, only slightly. Because this meant she couldn't possibly be one of those doctors trying to trick her. Not unless she was a damn good actress, which could be possible.... no. Another drag, smoke expelled through the air from her nostrils this time. Blinking when she was given yet another nickname, she waited expectantly for a name in response, and her eyes narrowed when she received nothing. She's for sure trying to trick me. She didn't even provide a name! Sometimes, she wished she had a way of slowing down her thoughts. They were ridiculous sometimes, but they still never failed in working her up. Her heart suddenly constricting in her chest, she quickly scrambled up from the floor, although she pressed her back completely against the wall that had been supporting her. "And you are?" She didn't bother trying to sound polite, because she was still fighting internally to keep herself calm. She didn't want this woman thinking she had no self control.

Nodding only once when her question was answered, she licked her plump lower lip. She was still trying to decide if she should dish out any more information to this woman with no name. What if she was just trying to suck stuff she needed from her? Then again, if she worked here, she would have already known. She seemed to forget, but she did have a file. Marking her records and all of her dirty little deeds. Sighing slightly, she reluctantly found herself answering. "You assume correctly." Her voice was short, but more sure of itself. She flicked the end of her cigarette with her thumb to rid of some built-up ashes, glancing vaguely toward the door. She thought she heard footsteps, but when no one appeared yelling at her after a couple of seconds, she looked back to the woman. She wasn't going to be open about herself, she never was. And it appeared, neither was the blonde.

Callie had found a moment of peace, if only for a second. Her mind and body seemed at ease. No hallucinations, no voices, and her urges dimmed down enough for her to control them. Letting out a sigh of contentment, her attention was soon pulled back to the woman who had, not so politely, asked who she was. The blonde was about to get defensive before realizing that she hadn't actually introduced herself after having asked the brunette who she was. Callie usually had manners, but more often than not lately, she had been letting them slip. "Callie's the name. Like the Hindu goddess, just spelled differently," she mused with a bit of a grin. She hardly considered herself in any sort of relation to the feared goddess, however, she found aspects to be similar, if sourced in different ways. Though she wasn't even sure the woman would get the connection. Not everyone was aware of other cultural rituals or religious factions.

Running a hand through her long hair, she closed her eyes before a spike of voices began to burst through her mind and otherwise. Wincing, as if the noise hurt, she shook her head. they were trying to plant suspicion and and doubt in the blonde's head about Aurora. She bit her lip trying to ignore all the voices. There couldn't be a worse time for them to show up. Especially since the brunette seemed to be closed off and suspicious of her. Her hand began to tap against her leg once again as she tried to control herself from freaking out and yelling at the voices. She had control... well a little bit of it, but it did get the best of her most of the time. Callie nodded as the woman confirmed her assumption. Good thing. She didn't want to seem the fool assuming the woman was new when she had been there a while. Embarrassment did trigger her in not so healthy ways.

"What landed you here?" she asked, thought doubting the woman would really open up. People here, if not in therapy, didn't really talk about themselves. Though some didn't really remember if they had, or their personalities with held information. "I had an episode of paranoia, killed my entire family, and set my mansion on fire," she told the woman casually. Perhaps that would allow her to a least give her a bit of info as to why she was here. It was always interesting to her to know how people landed in a place like this. Though it really only ended with episodes and someone dying, but it was fascinating nonetheless. A bit of morbid curiosity.

Aurora's dark eyes continued to regard the blonde, almost impatiently waiting to be provided with a name. She realized even if she was given a name, that didn't entirely mean she could be off the hook. Anyone could come up with a fake sort of name and provide it for no reason at all. Hell, she herself could have claimed her name was something like Jennifer, and who would have known she was lying, besides herself? No one. She hadn't even realized she'd begun chewing on the inside skin of her cheek anxiously, and only became aware of it when she suddenly had the taste of metallic leaking over her taste-buds. She promptly stopped the bad habit, swallowing away the taste, as she was given a name to put with the face. Callie. Not a common name, but maybe she just had practice with tricking people. Picked names that could actually be taken as a real alias so that the entire process was easier. Oh, who was she kidding? Why was she letting her paranoia get the best of her? Taking a deep breath and quickly bringing the cigarette again to her lips, she ignored the slight tremor of her hand as she did so. "Callie," She repeated almost curiously, lowering the stick before exhaling the spoke. "Interesting." Another pause, wondering what she could possibly say that didn't make her sound like she'd possibly been suspecting her company of being a lying, two-timing douchebag trying to get her into trouble. "You into mythology?" She knew it was probably a stupid question, but at least she was speaking, right? She'd said something about goddesses after all..

If Aurora hadn't been so focused on keeping herself calm and chasing her paranoia away, she most definitely would have picked up on the mood change coming from Callie. She'd always been an observant sort of person, and those types of things didn't go unnoticed by her. But currently, her eyes were focused on the tip of her cigarette as it burned away. She was disappointed to see that it was nearing closer and closer to the butt, but at least they hadn't yet been discovered by any annoying doctors or nurses. Their fun would instantly be destroyed. Of course, being caught alone with both matches and cigarettes in her possession would get her into some big-time trouble, but she found she didn't care. She wasn't in the least concerned about what would happen to her.

She was jerked from her thoughts when she heard the question, and her eyebrows pulled together for a moment. Why was she asking? She supposed it was only for standard conversation, but she suddenly felt almost defensive for why she'd landed in here. Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she continued to lean against the wall, eyes back on the end of her cigarette as she debated whether or not to tell Callie. What was the harm? She didn't regret what she did. She wasn't shameful of it. She should have been proudly telling anyone who wished to know, and here was the perfect person to start with. She couldn't help but smirk almost instantaneously when Callie so casually offered up her own reasoning for being locked away. Still, nothing was said as she simply allowed her imagination to conjure up the scene the woman had described. Paranoia. She had that as well, and it was sort of freaky that Callie also seemed to be a pyromaniac like herself. Did the two have much more in common than they realized?

After a moment, she spoke up. "I caught my fiancee cheating on me. Followed him and his slut to her place. Confronted them. Attacked the both of them. Pushed and tied them up on her apartment before setting it on fire and running from the scene." She said it all very matter-of-factly, her eyes glowing with the memories. That fire, it had been so big... one of her biggest yet. She could feel the desires churning in her stomach at the remembrance. She shook her head back and forth though to clear the memories. They should have been distant by now. "She died. My ex didn't. He'll be disfigured for life though." Eyes shifted back to Callie with an almost wry smirk in place. "Suppose not as rebellious as you." She couldn't help the statement. One might have found it sick, joking about such terrible acts, but she had no shame. She didn't see anything wrong with it.

Callie kept her attention aware of Aurora as she tried to drone out the voices in her head. Please shut up! She thought, hoping to keep them from overwhelming her and making her freak out. Blinking quite a few times, she brough her green eyes back to the brunette woman as she restated her name. Her eyes partially narrowed as the woman paused after her name. What was she thinking? Callie's body became tense again. Did the woman assume she was playing a trick on her? The blonde felt a shiver run down her back and her hand stopped tapping against her leg. Soon the woman spoke again, cause her tension to grw a little bit more. Holding out a few seconds longer, hoping the woman hadn't planned on doing something to assume her identity was wrong. She couldn't honestly think that she did anything to show her otherwise. Honestly, she wouldn't smoke with a patient if she were a sane person wroking here. If she were ever actually sane.

Then the woman asked if she was into mythology. Honestly, it was one of the bigest things she was into. At least intellectually. While art and music could be classified as such, mythology had a bit of a deeper foot in the door. "Am I!" she mused partially excited. "What about you?" she asked in return. She didn't want to go on spouting about gods and goddesses and things of the sort if the woman shared no interest herself. While the blonde could talk someones ear off, she was not really willing to do that to someone she just met. No one really needed a blabber mouth around that they didn't like.

After asking the Rora about what landed her in there, she waited patiently. Perhaps the woman's suspicion might make her reserve what she had done. However, she didn't think too many people here really thought what they did was bad. Callie was actually proud of what she had done, depsite how much she loved her family. They shouldn't have een trying to get rid of her and take her money. Surprised that Rora began to tell her what she had done, she listened intently as she took in a deep breath of her cigarette. "Oh?" she mused, intrigued about what the woman did. How fascinating that the woman seemed to show similar traits as herself. Paranoia and pyromania that clearly proved to be the base cause of their crimes. "Justice. Lying fucks deserve to have a shitty life," she mused with a bit of a sadistic smirk on he rplump lips. She found it amusing that he didn't die, but now he was left a life of hell and horror. "I highly doubt I am overly rebellious. My family tried to conspire against me and leave me broke," she mused, thoroughly convinced that that was what they were doing. "I just killed them all in their sleep and set my mansion on fire. Ah! You should have seen that beautiful home being engulfed in the flames! Looked just like heaven!" she fawned over the memory as she blew out rings with her smoke.

Aurora was aware of the way this woman Callie was staring at her as she'd weaved through the sentences of the introduction, but she couldn't exactly bring herself to care. So she was suspicious of her, who would blame her? She was only being wary for her own well-being, which of course she was entirely more concerned about then any one else's. Who knew the type of people she'd encounter in a place such as this one? No one but herself had her back, and that started with the blonde in front of her. Admittedly, the woman was gorgeous, with piercing green eyes that Aurora found herself wanting to look at for longer than what might be considered normal. But beauty wasn't everything these days, and she certainly had no problem reminding herself of that as she continued to regard Callie. The woman almost looked as if she were having an internal battle of the sorts, and she could only assume it had to do with the stand-offish way she was acting. Was she making the blonde nervous? Was she going to act out in a sudden burst of anger because she wasn't comfortable with the situation? Now, Aurora was beginning to question even her own safety. After all, she was in here without any supervision, with a woman that could very well try and burn her of something with the match she'd offered her. Nice going, Rory. She knew it was all in her head, that she over-thought everything, but she couldn't help it. Not with the way her mind worked. She had to be wary of everyone and everything, no matter what.

It seemed as if her question in regards to mythology had done the trick, because she instantly noticed the tension as it fled from the woman's body. She calmed herself as well, seeing as she hadn't even noticed her muscles had begun twitching periodically due to her paranoia. A shaky hand was brought up to guide her cigarette toward her lips, greedily inhaling the nicotine to soothe her nerves. The excitement in Callie's tone was easy to decipher and Aurora chuckled, slowly lowering the cancer stick, but still holding the smoke in her lungs. She let the woman's question hang in the air as she continued to hold the smoke in, refusing to release it from it's captivity until her lungs began to ache, began to burn. Only then did she slowly release the toxic air, letting it rush past her ajar lips before she answered. "I don't mind it, although I can't say I'm exactly educated on it." She replied honestly. She didn't know much about any of it, but she liked learning about it, for the most part.

She'd done her best not to make Callie wait for all that long before she'd obliged in letting the woman know the crimes she'd done in order to land herself in the hospital. She'd thought about withholding the information, after all, what if Callie somehow used it against her? But then she'd realized that the woman could find out either way if she so chose to. They were forced to talk about it in group therapy, and it wasn't like she was ashamed of what she'd done. No, she was actually rather proud, the only down-fall to the entire thing being that her ex hadn't died along with that stupid slutty bitch. Oh, and that she'd been caught, of course. She glanced warily toward her cigarette, which was beginning to get toward the end. The thought was enough to seize her with a wave of panic, but she took a deep breath to calm herself down. She could always just go and find one of the staff to give her another one, the only sucky part with that being they'd follow her back, and watch her as well. She was thoroughly enjoying this new found freedom, although she expected one of the annoying leeches to jump through the door at any time, yelling at her disobedience. Fun.

She blinked only once when she heard Callie's response to her crimes, and a slow smirk formed on her lips. "I like the way you think," She replied cooly, her thumb flicking the end of her cigarette fondly to shed the ashes from it. She shrugged when the woman insisted she wasn't overly rebellious. Perhaps not, but either way, Aurora didn't care. She stared up at the ceiling as Callie spoke some more, explaining why she'd done what she had. Instantly, a grin of amusement was evident on her lips. "Tried to leave you broke? Stupid selfish bitches." She said with a shake of her head, taking another drag. She couldn't help herself; she giggled as Callie described the way she'd set her mansion on fire, after killing them all. She could only imagine how glorious of a sight that had been! She stood up straighter, excitement evident on her features almost immediately. She was almost craving to see such a sight. "I bet it was beautiful." She said dreamily, a distant look suddenly on her features. Desperately, she tried to rope herself back into reality, but it was difficult. "Job well done, blondie. Wish I coulda saw it." She praised, smirking, eyes moving to rest on Callie's once more. She wondered if she'd be offended by the small nickname. Oops?

Callie actually felt a little bit bad about assuming Rora was out to get her. She was... oddly enough, rather open. Maybe not with the doctors, but she showed willingness to talk to others. The blonde didn't show signs, or at least didn't think she showed signs, of being anything other than a patient who genuinely liked to talk to people. But with the tension and relaxation between her and the brunette, it seemed a bit hard to tell if either were open at that moment. Closing her eyes tight for a moment as she blew out a long breath laced with smoke, the voices continued to drone on and on. Callie often hated listening to them. They were never good to her, even when she was younger and started hearing them. Opening her eyes, she soon saw her best friend from when she was younger. The little girl dressed in a cute little summer dressed that had been stained with blood. She looked exactly like the way she had seen her deceased body. Assumed accident of her friends death even though it was her fault.

Closing her eyes tight, she reopened them soon after in hopes that the hallucination was gone, and thankfully, it was. Once she returned her attention back to Aurora, she was talking about how she wasn't overly educated in mythology. "Oh? It is rather fascinating. If you want, I could tell you more about it sometime?" she offered Rora. She seemed at least a little bit interested in the topic, but if she turned her down, she wouldn't feel bad. Not everyone had the same hobbies or things they enjoyed. Callie was just a girl who loved a lot of different things. More like, she was just a girl with a lot of money who learned a lot of different things. Not that she minded. Meant she was well rounded. But downside, made her hallucinations that much worse.

Letting go of her apparent adoration for the topic, she put on a new demeanor as they talked about their crimes. Taking in another drag, sad that her little cancer stick was on the verge of leaving her. However, she tried to suck it up. After all, she just needed the momentary release from the hell hole she was stuck in for practically the rest of her life. She doubted that she would get out. Even if she some how managed to get better, a jail would always be her home. She killed six people, there was no way she was going to get away with that, no matter how much she wish she could have. Though she absolutely adored the fact that she had done all of it without an issue. Her daughter was the easiest. And while sad that her daughter would never get to grow up, Callie was glad to be rid of her. After all with a family like hers, she would one day end up betraying her like the rest of them had.

Tapping the butt of her cig with her thumb to knock off the built up ashes, she looked back down at Rora when she made her comment. As soon as she insulted her family, Callie couldn't help but the sickeningly sadistic smirk fall on her lips again. "You're telling me," she partially laughed. But she had to agree with Rora. They were being selfish pricks. There was no way they could keep so much money from the best thing to happen to that family. After all, she was the beautiful face of the family. As her pretty green eyes caught the deep brown ones of Rora's, she batted her lashes when she mused about the sight of the fire. "It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen! While the home was nice, the fire engulfing each bit of the mansion made it look just like heaven!" she fawned over the memory, her breathing heavy as if it was turned her on. Well in reality, it did. It often did the trick. She smirked as Rora called her Blondie. She loved the nickname. Then she remembered she had a photo from the day the fire happened."Oh!" she mused, bending down and pulling out a newspaper clipping. "This is a picture of it. It may not do quite the same justice, but even in a picture it's beautiful!" she offered the woman to see the photo as she took another drag.

Aurora couldn't help but feel slightly on edge once more as the woman beside her seemed to drift away from the conversation. She was actually quite observant and the moment someone's attention wasn't situated completely on her, she knew it. Slowly, her dark eyes shifted to the blonde's face, analyzing the features she wasn't familiar with. She still hadn't yet decided what had landed the woman in here, besides her obvious love of fire. It had to have something to do with the way her mind worked, or so it seemed from the tightly closed way her eyes were. Like she was trying to block out the world, or perhaps the daunting thoughts cycling in her mind. She felt her fingers beginning to fidget in discomfort, and to try and calm herself she began to tap a pattern out on her thigh. It wasn't that her company made her nervous.. or well maybe slightly. Suddenly, all she wanted was another cigarette, or maybe even just more fire, but she managed to fight with the urge. She needed more for times when she was dying for them, after all. Not just because she was slightly unnerved.

Instead of mentioning Callie's small lapse, she just ignored it. That seemed like the best option for the both of them as the woman began speaking about mythology again. "Oh, sure." She mused after a moment with a shrug. It wasn't like she had all that much to do lately with being confined to her room. Times like these, when she sneaked out, were the best. Even still, it could have been an interesting thing to learn about, and besides, she wouldn't have minded being around Callie some more. There was no denying that she was absolutely gorgeous, and Aurora wasn't shy. She'd eventually let her know just how attractive she found her to be, but the time wasn't right. Her eyes glanced down toward her nearly-finished cancer stick, and a small whine began to bubble up in the back of her throat. She wasn't ready to be rid of its presence just yet. It always calmed her, even if only for a little while, and if that didn't fire and pain always did. She couldn't have any of them once she poked out her little life-line. Realizing she was giving herself and her mind all of the potential to disappear from reality, she briefly struggled with bringing her attention back to the situation. Which happened to be about their crimes. She was interested in Callie's, even if most of the details were being spared. She couldn't help but think that might have been a good thing, though. Just the mere description of a fire at the worst of her times was enough to set her off, and after having been in the confinements of the mental hospital for a couple of weeks now without any release, sexual tension had been quick to mount up for the woman. It was only more difficult in the presence of someone attractive. Breathing in deeply, she realized how potentially difficult the situation she was in could prove to be, but she disregarded it. At least for now, because thinking would only make it worse.

She drank in the twisted smirk on Callie's lips with pleasure, enjoying the sight of it immensely. She found herself licking her own lips absently, fighting with herself, but unable to stop her imagination as it slowly began to plot out the entire scene for herself. The blonde had murdered her entire family without a blink of remorse. Depending on the family size, that could have ranged from a mere two people to eighteen or twenty. Even more. And here she was, with only a mere single murder on her list. Shrugging her shoulders but only to herself, she began to nibble on the skin on the inside of her cheek. She knew her mind was next itching to move to the glorious fire, but she couldn't let herself. Oh... why couldn't she? What was the worst that was going to happen? Between her getting extremely worked up? She exhaled heavily in annoyance, before reminding herself that Callie was speaking. She looked up into the startlingly pretty green eyes that had been apparently looking at her, bringing a somewhat shaky hand up to her lips to take another greedy drag. Because now she was describing it and it was taking all of Aurora's will-power not to just give in... and as if that wasn't bad, Callie's sudden heavy breathing was making it worse. Her own breathing was beginning to hitch and without thinking she jammed the end of her cigarette into the floor, cutting off her supply completely. "Fuck.." She growled in displeasure, but her voice had gotten strangely breathy. This couldn't be happening... not now.

She tried to pull herself together, her entire being growing restless. But then Callie offered out a newspaper clipping and she couldn't resist. She wanted to. In fact, she wanted to rip the little piece to shreds and watch the remains flutter to the floor, but she couldn't. She was reaching out before her mind had given her body the permission too, greedily and hungrily bringing the sight before her eyes. It had been much too long since she'd been blessed enough to see such a beautiful sight of fire. Besides the small flames she caught glimpses of. "Oh..." To any person, her single expression of appreciation might have sounded like a low moan. She didn't care. Her eyes nursed the slightly faded black-and-white image, lustfully trying to sunk more details of it into her mind. "It is beautiful..." She needed to knock it off. But her mind was already beginning to spin, and she knew she needed something. Anything. Hastily shoving the picture back toward Callie, she tried to focus on breathing deeply. Surely, Callie would be noticing the reactions, and know what was happening. She knew how it was like. And it wasn't as if Aurora was embarrassed, no. It just shouldn't have been happening, and she was frustrated that she was letting it. She'd given up to the sick pleasure so easily, and now she was left with frustration. Frowning, she ran her fingers through her hair in hopes to distract her suddenly craving body, but it was no good. "I would have loved to see that in person."

Callie was actually glad that Rora said sure to her offer. It made her flutter a bit on the inside. The thought of being alone with the attractive brunette made her smile. "Great," she mused softly. There was so much that could come from them spending more time together, and she figured more good would come from the blonde and brunette being closer. Plus if time would allow, she would certainly share her attraction to her. But there was a tume and a place for that, and their first meeting where they are running high with sensations and feelings was certainly not the place. She heard the woman let out a soft whine as she spotted the cancer stick she was smoking had neared its end. She looked at her own, which didn't have much left to it, but still more than what the woman next to her had. She left it be so she could give it to Rora if she needed after she finished her own.

She soon noticed that Rora's attention waned for a few short moments until they were brought to their crimes. While Callie would have loved to tell the woman every dirty detail of her crime, she could she was even getting all excited from just talking about the fire. Describing it, thinking of it always did bring her body into lust mode, which didn't always get satisfied in this place. And with Rora being here, the brunette beauty she was, only made her excitement that much stronger and her urges to fight it off becoming more difficult. Taking in a deep breath, she looked down at the woman her eyes taking her slightly distressed demeanor. Perhaps she should have refrained from going into too much detail about the fire. If she was all worked up, then Rora must be too. Once the woman took out her cig, she offered the rest of her which was enough for a couple of drags, she bit her lip gently.

Once the brunette took hold of her little clipping, she could see how hungry she was to see it. She had to admit, she would have too being stuck in a place like this where there isn't an opportunity to see anything quite so magnificent. Her sound of appreciation made Callie's heart beat faster. A good sign to see her work was appreciated, plus it was a lovely sound of adoration. A moan. The woman soon shoved the little picture back her way and she took it from her. Placing back where she had gotten it in the first place, she smirked down at the woman. "It would have been lovely had you been there too," she spoke luridly, a touch seductive as she let out a heavy breath. Not only to enjoy the site, but the great physical contact after. She couldn't last too much longer in her presence. Her body began to lean down without her consent and she landed a fiery kiss against Rora's lips, hoping she wouldn't mind her actions after her body reacted without her consent.

For some reason, Aurora found herself actually sort of looking forward to the time she was going to get to spend with Callie. The suggestion had started out as nothing more than a conversation starter, and now she had at least something to look forward to in this damned place. She was never one for making friends, she was actually much more content with none at all. So she hadn't yet decided what she wanted the blonde to be to her. An acquaintance? No. The two seemed to have far too much in common for just that. Maybe, just maybe Callie would be one of the very few Rory deemed worth her time. She was certainly attractive enough, and there couldn't be any harm in getting at least somewhat closer to her. Not so close where she'd allow her guard to come down, but maybe possibly that word of friends. That could be something she'd decide at a later time, when she grew bored enough to actually think about it. She was sure the time would come soon with what little there seemed to be to do, besides the "mandatory" therapy meetings they tried getting her to participate in. This place was such a joke. Couldn't they see there wasn't anything wrong with her?

Having been trying to calm herself down, the brunette wasn't immediately entirely aware of the way Callie seemed to also be getting worked up. She was much too focused on trying to keep her breathing steady, and her heart from hammering too hard against her rib-cage. Her stomach was already a swirling mess of nerves, which she was blatantly ignoring. She was all too familiar with this feeling, she'd experienced it many times over the courses of her time and obsession with fire. The gratification, the almost perverse satisfaction that leaked throughout her body. Almost every single time after one of her episodes, she'd have to find someone or some way to release all of the built up tension she acquired. How could she not get turned on by watching the beauty of her own work? Just the way the flames licked up toward the sky, devouring everything in its path. It was so powerful. A tremor began to wrack down her spine and she trembled ever so slightly, cursing the way her body was reacting almost immediately. Her skin was growing hot, and her hormones were beginning to freak out. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't help it. It had been so long that even the littlest reminder of what she was missing was enough to have her horny. She didn't care, wasn't even embarrassed. She was barely aware of Callie offering out the rest of her cigarette, and in a desperate attempt to salvage at least an ounce of self-control, she wordlessly took it.

She sucked down two long drags, practically taking the rest of the cancer stick with them. She was just about to suck the last bit of life from her small life-line when Callie's words caught her frazzled attention. Slowly, her gaze rose to the blonde's, her heavy lidded eyes staring into hers. Instantly she was drinking in all of the possible meanings, her breathing catching momentarily in her throat as a sudden wave of want crashed into her body at an overwhelming rate. "And why is that?" She couldn't help but toy back, unable to help it. She knew what was coming. And she was suddenly so unbelievably excited. It had been much too long. The second Callie's lips were against hers in a fiery kiss she responded eagerly, her lips melting against the blonde's. The last of the cigarette was forgotten about entirely as it fell from in between her fingers to the floor below them. She wasted no time in stepping closer, the distance between their bodies practically non-existent. But even in her moment of lust-filled frenzy, she managed to pull back for only a moment, breathing heavy. "What made you so sure I wanted that?" She couldn't help but taunt, her lips close enough to kiss to Callie's, but she refused to lean the rest of the way just yet. Teasing. Toying. It wasn't like it was a secret, but it was still fun to get an answer.

Callie purred into the kiss as their bodies grew closer together. She had to admit she liked tked the passion of the kiss. There was a reason why she would have wanted this brunette beauty by her side. Beyond the fun of the actions of creating the fire, but the sex after would have probably been the most electrifying either of them ahad since the similar passion would have been there. However. As their lips parted, she let out a breathless sigh. However as the woman teased her lips against her own and asked her another question, she smirked. "Because I would have been by your side," she toyed back as she brought her arm around her body and placed her habd at the base of her back.

Licking Rora's lips gently and intentionally seductive she added another comment. "Plus the sex would blow your mind," she mused with a cocky tone and a matching demeanor before she closed the practically nonexistent space between them. She backed the woman up against the nearby wall and nipped at her lip. Growling in excitement, she brought her kisses lower to the brunettes neck and nipped at it. "Want me to show you?" She rhetorically asked as she continued her actions.

Aurora had to admit that confidence was sexy, and Callie radiated tons of it. That just made her even more desirable to the brunette, as if she needed something like that to happen. Her body was yearning for affection, for the intimate touches sure to come, and she could hardly stand the momentary pause that was taking place. Even if she had been the one to initiate it. She could feel her muscles beginning to quiver in anticipation as the blonde wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer, exhaling deeply when she felt the touch on her neck. She could tell that Callie seemed to be the dominating type, the one who liked to be in control; much like Aurora. This should certainly be interesting. Especially with two obviously turned-on pyros. It didn't even bother her that this was happening in a room where anyone could walk in at any time. Hell, people could just see them if they walked by. But that made the situation even more appealing.

Her lips parted, dark eyes situated on Callie's lighter ones as her lips were licked at. She didn't want to give in quite so easily, but it had been so long. Her body was already beginning to revolt against her wishes of control. A hazy look seemed to drift across her expression as the mind-blowing sex was mentioned, and soon she was biting her lower lip. "Mmm." She breathed, her heart racing in her chest. "Prove it." The words skittered past her lips before she could stop them, daring, challenging. Because she knew Callie wouldn't back down. One of her own arms had snaked around the blonde's waist, her fingers splaying out across her stomach and resting on her hip. The space between them was gone. And she was being backed up into the nearest wall.

Her head tilted back automatically as her neck was nipped at, a purr surfacing from her lips. Her neck was her absolute turn on area. Either of her hands began to wander up the length of Callie's body, appreciating the curves beneath her fingertips. Chuckling almost breathlessly at the question, she boldly slipped her wandering hands beneath Callie's shirt. "As long as you aren't the one having all the fun." She tossed back cockily. And with that she drew one of her hands from beneath the blonde's shirt, settling the fingers at the base of her neck as she greedily pulled her in for another firey kiss on the mouth. Her other hand, settled on her lower back beneath the fabric of her shirt, pushed Callie's body against her own feverishly.

Callie let out a daring growl as the brunette dared her to prove he statement. She was more than proficient in dealing with a body in sexual intercourse, and Rora's would be no different. However she looked forward to the soon to come merging of their bodies. There would be a such a passion between the two pyros it was electrifying to think about. Her body tensed and relaxed all in the same motion at the thought of feeling the woman's touch along her porcelain skin. Shhe could tell the brunette was confident, and that only made the attractive woman that much more delicious.

As her lips lingered along the woman's mocha skin, she smirked as she told her she wasn't allowed to be the only one to have all the fun. She would make sure to share. "Oh believe, we will both have fun," she teased before her lips once collided with Rora's. Letting her hand caress the woman's body, taking in each curve, she let out a purr. Her lips melted with her own, causing her to shiver slightly in anticipation to what was coming. Briefly, she stripped the brunette of her top, exposing her upper body, and Callie looked her over hungrily before stripping her own shirt off.

Kissing her passionately again, she brought her hands across her exposed skin and took the woman's breasts in her hands. She massaged them. Gently as she kissed her neck once more, knowing that the woman liked her lips delicately dancing across her skin. Allowing one hand to leave her chest, she slinked her hand down and slipped the pants she had on down off of her delicious hips. Biting her lips, she knelt down, kissing along the woman's body before nipping her skin that was next to the panties she wore. Running her finger between her legs, she looked up to Rora's face in lust.

Aurora found a small smirk of delight decorating her lips when Callie promised to share the fun. It was all she needed to hear; hell, there was nothing else she needed to say. All she wanted was more more more of the blonde beauty in front of her, and she intended on getting every last inch of her. Less talking, more action. It seemed perfect for her. And there was no need to waste time with foreplay, because her body was already fairly turned on from the delicious sights of the fire. Callie's quick advances were certainly aiding in the situation as well, but she wouldn't complain. Her curvy body was already becoming alive with anticipation as she felt the fingertips ghosting along her skin, causing goosebumps to rise. Again she was kissing Callie with such aggression that it might have surprised anyone who didn't know the brunette. Soon - and thankfully so - she was rid of her top, and her bare skin sang with appreciation.

She leaned back against the cool wall for a moment to catch her breath, her eyes lustfully drinking in the sight of the shirtless woman in front of her. She was so fucking hot. She didn't hesitate in allowing her hands to roam the woman's body, sensually caressing her hips, stomach, up her sides, and finally her breasts. Immediately she cupped each one in either of her hands, sighing in contentment at the feeling of them. Her fingers expertly began to massage and knead at the sensitive skin as she leaned forward again for more greedy kissing. They probably looked like wild animals attacking one another, but she hardly cared. She wanted what she wanted, now. Full speed ahead. Her head immediately tilted to the side once Callie began teasing the sensitive skin there, and a breathy sigh was soon escaping past her lips. It had been far too long since she'd been handled like this.

Before too long and she was free of her pants too, almost completely nude. She loved it. Eyes fluttering open her muscles began to quiver involuntarily as Callie toyed dangerously close to her most sensitive area. Normally she wasn't quite so submissive, but all she wanted was release. Call her selfish, but it was true. She didn't care what happened, just as long as the pleasure running through her veins came to an explosive end. She wouldn't let Callie go unattended though, oh no. Depending on the woman's performance would only allow Aurora to know just how well she had to do in order to re-pay the favor. So far, the blonde was passing with flying colors, and the brunette knew she'd make it worth Callie's while once the time came. Eyes hooked onto the green ones staring back at her, she dared her to go even further. Her body nearly whining for Callie's touch.

Callie drunk in every aspect oof the woman's upper body. Her perky breasts that were welcoming her, and her creamy skin reacting to her delicate touch. She was so hot it was hard even the not to ravish the woman mad and leave her breathless. When the woman took her breasts in her hands, she let out a soft sigh at the pleasure that surged through her body. Her body was more turned on than it had been in a while and foreplay was certainly not needed, not on her side, and from what she could tell, not for Rora either.

At the daring look the beauty in front of her gave her, Callie took that to move forward. She kissed along her stomach while her hands lingered on the woman's inner thighs, teasing closely to the sensitive area she would soon take care of. She licked along the woman's thigh soon after before lacing her fingers on the panties that guarded her treasure, she stripped them from her lower body. Her body quivered in excitement before she gently spread Rora's legs enough for her to take care of her.

Letting out a growl, she brought her mouth up to the woman's petals, and began to kiss and suck at the lips that were there. Soon she slithered past with her tongue to tend to the little nub there and began to rab her tongue against the pleasure spot. Soon she slipped a couple of fingers into the wet core and began to thrust within her as she simultaneously stimulated her clit with her warm tongue for the time being while her other hand ghosted along the skin.

Aurora's daring look seemed to have done the trick, because instantly Callie was leaning forward and doing what her body seemed to be begging her to. Her breathing, already uneven, hitched even more as it escaped her lips in small, barely audible gasps, the closer the blonde played to her most sensitive area. She hated being teased, but had to admit that it excited her even further. Her muscles were quivering with unused energy and anticipation, and when she was suddenly stripped of her panties leaving her in absolutely nothing, she softly sighed in pleasure. There was nothing greater than being absolutely naked... besides being absolutely naked and getting intimate with someone like she currently was now.

Her back was leaning entirely on the wall behind her now, not that she wasn't capable of holding herself up for support. Yet with just how long it had been and the excitement already pulsing through her body, she couldn't quite help but succumb to the pressure. She easily obliged in the spreading of her legs, eyes fluttering closed, for she knew what was coming. And she couldn't fucking wait. "Callie.." She warned, the name skittering past her full lips for the first time. "I'm waiting.." So she was impatient. And had the ability of being slightly vocal at times. She was sure her blonde companion would hardly mind. As soon as the felt the kisses and the sucking, she couldn't help but gasp. "Ooh.." She mused, her hands running up her own stomach and beginning to play with her own breasts as she bit her lip. Her back arched as she felt Callie's tongue and her fingers, a moan tumbling out of her. "Oh yeah.." She encouraged.

The simultaneous thrusting of the fingers and playing with the tongue was already beginning to drive her wild. "Fuck yes." She moaned out almost breathlessly, squeezing at her own breasts while her back arched again. Callie wouldn't be having all of the fun for long, oh no. But right now, she was selfishly basking in the amazing feeling of how she was being handled, and how fucking magnificent it felt.

Once Rora was completely naked in front oof her, Callie couldn't help but full take in her entire body. Naked and that of which she would imagine a goddesses body would look like. She caught hint of he brunettes hitched and uneven breathing, and it caused her body to run with excitement. She could tell Rora was more than ready to start, beyond her obvious vocalized. This situation was more than welcome though. It had been far too long since she was intimate with someone, andd she was pleased Rora was willing to play with her. Perhaps a lovely friend with benefits in the future.

As the blonde took to pleasure the brunette, kissing and sucking and rubbing the woman's clit, and it was doing the trick as she moaned. It gave her more motivation while she began to thrust her fingers in and outt of her slowly and deliberately to pleasure more while sporadically thrusting her fingers quickly within her walls to change it up and make her moan even more. The sounds she was making were encouraging her more. Callie brought her free hand up and began to play with one of her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Callie growled. Lowly against the woman to increase pleasure with vibrations as she continued to rub at her clit. She pulled her lips away and began to rub her clit with her thumb while she kept sliding her fingers in her. She stood up and tended to her breasts, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh with her mouth while her other hand kept squeezing her breasts.

It never really occurred to Aurora that she was basically giving everything up to a woman she'd only just met a mere half hour ago, no more no less. Even if she actually allowed herself to think of it that way, she really didn't think she'd care. After all, she was in a fucking mental hospital. Why throw away any sort of offer, especially with a blonde as attractive as Callie? It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong, even if the woman was just a stranger. Who cared? The brunette wasn't sure what she could call her new playmate, if anything at all, but she was going to be stuck in the same building with her for quite so time. Something was telling her this would hardly be one of their only lust-filled meetings, and she was entirely okay with that.

Her hips began to buck against Callie's thrusting in desire, biting her lip to keep from expressing her pleasure too much. Normally she wasn't quite so easily turned on but when it came to mixing fire with attraction and the fact that it had been much too long to begin with, she couldn't help but let it all out. It felt wonderful. "Mmm.. yes.." She moaned out again, the pleasure singing through her veins. She could feel her body already beginning to climb toward its climax, but she refused to let herself fell over the edge quite so soon. She didn't care if she had to fight to hang on, not knowing the next time she'd be able to experience such, she wasn't going to let it go so easily. Even if they couldn't exactly take too much time with how public of a place they were hooking up in. She didn't care, and no one better dare walk in on them now before she had her release. She would be raging.

Yet the more the blonde played the harder it was for her to hang out. "Fuck!" She moaned, especially loud, as Callie hit her sweet spot. She smacked her palms against the wall, her back arching and her hips thrusting to allow even deeper entrance. She knew if the woman kept it up, she wouldn't be able to hang on for much longer. And she didn't want her fun to be done just yet. As Callie stood up she took her own chance, running her hands over the girl's body before going right in between her legs, beginning to rub her through her panties. She knew the friction drove her wild, though she wasn't sure if it would be the same. Yet the wetness she felt only made her want more, and she moaned as she pulled Callie up, placing a passionate kiss on her lips as her hands resumed their play. One paid attention to her breasts while the other pulled the woman's panties free from her body. Expertly she began to rub Callie before letting her thumb take up the entire job as two of her fingers slid into her without mercy.

Callie could tell she was doing well in pleasing the beautiful woman before her. Each movement she did and each thrust against Rora's core pulled out an encouraging moan. Not only that, her body began to arch and the moment she hit that sweet spot, her hands slapped against the wall. The blonde was good at what she did, and whether the woman had been laid recently or not, she could tell the overwhelming amount of pleasure she was giving to the woman showed signs that her body would release. However the blonde would have kept going, but she wanted to keep the woman at the edge a bit longer before hearing her orgasmic moan.

As she stood, she was pulled into a passionate kiss that she willingly reciprocated. Her plump lips took in the brunettes and she nipped the pink dusk lips of her companion before letting out a soft moan against her lips the moment Rora's fingers started rubbing her through her clearly wet panties. The friction built up enough to cause her to moan louder before she was stripped of the concealing cloth. She kept playing with the woman's breasts and simultaneously kept her fingers at play with the brunettes delicate parts.

The moment her panties dropped to the floor, Rora took no time and went right in. Her thumb rubbed against her and her fingers slipped within her tight, wet walls. A loud moan escaped her lips as she began to grind her hips against the woman's touch. With a free hand, she grabbed the woman's hair and pulled it albeit roughly to expose her neck a bit more. She pulled up lips from her companions and began to travel her kisses to her neck, finding a sensitive spot and made way to sucking and nipping the skin. Her other hand kept bust thrusting within her, and she kept up her own long grands against the woman's finger, another moan escaping past her lips.

Aurora continued to greedily kiss the plump lips that seemingly fit nicely against her own, unable to help the smirk that grew when she felt the nipping. Her fingers expertly continued to toy with Callie's breasts, knowing it was her time to shine. Sure, she'd been basking in the attention before, being selfish, but she always made sure her partners left feeling satisfied. Whether she knew the blonde or not, now wouldn't be any different. Her companion's moans only further encouraged her and the hand that wasn't occupied between Callie's legs began to play with the rest of her body, leaving not a single inch untouched. It was a bit harder to concentrate on what she was doing when she was still being stimulated herself, but she did her best. Her breathing was still hitching, and an occasional moan tumbled past her lips. But she had her head on straight - for the most part.

She smirked slowly, her eyes hooded as they drank in the pleasure written on the blonde's features. "Oh, you like that huh?" She whispered in Callie's ear, placing kisses along her jawline before moving to her neck, where she began to nip and suck. Her thumb continued to rub while her fingers continued to trust, slowly at first, teasingly slow. She sighed as a handful of hair was roughly grabbed, and she obliged in tilting her head to the side. She moaned again when Callie began to kiss and nip, biting her lip instinctively. Her own thrusting began to pick up speed as she encouraged Callie to open her legs further, allowing her even deeper into the woman, searching for the sweet-spot she never had any trouble locating. Soon she had three fingers inside of the blonde, knowing it would probably drive her wild. That way, she was feeling herself filled completely.

"Fuck, Callie.." She gasped, her spare hand reaching up and threading through the blonde locks, similar to what had just happened to her. Soon she was kissing her roughly again, pushing her body completely against the woman's as she continued to grind against her touch, her own hand still thrusting deeply in and out of her. She wanted to hear her moan.

Callie was willing to give up her moment of dominance for a few moments of passion rushing though her veins. She could feel the excitemet bubble beneath her skin as Rora expertly toyed with her sensetive breasts. It was good to see, though, that the pasion shared between them would only end up wth them both being satisfied. Too many times had she been left uncared for, and her beautiful body deserved more than that. She breathed heavily the moment the womans hands lingered along her porcelain skin, leaving each bit untouched, causing her body to shiver. Despite her stimulation, she kept her fingers going to please the brunette, each moan furthering her will to keep making her moan, and soon enough to feel euphoria, despite the place they were in.

As the woman tended to her pleasurable spot between her legs, Callie fluttered her eyes as she felt the rush of pleasure tease throughher body. It was apparent, and Rora made comment, only making the blonde, herself, smirk. There was no way she could enjoy the touchhing of her fellow woman, and each moan that passed her luscius lips was prof enough that what she was doing was good. As the brunette began to place kisses along her jawline, she couldn't help but tease with in her, thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet walls as best she could through her haze of lust. As their lips lingered together once more, she allowed her legs to widen that much more for the woman to kep pleasing her, and it was a move she did not regret. She managed to go deeper, and her back arched that much more and a louder moan pushed out of her..

She soon let out a little growl as her beautifully soft locks where pulled as well, and she smirked as the woman gasped. The deeper the woman went in her, she also added yet aonther finger, making the stimulation that much better. "Aurora!" she called out in a moan as her body lurched against her touch. Their lips met once more and Callie oligingly kissed back, though it didn't keep her moans from ceasing. She began to grind against the womans touch even more so, and she let out a lurid moan of lust and passion.