Teren is wearing her normal night time ensemble: a sort of dressed-down version of her Warden uniform, a tunic and trousers with a long belted vest, a scarf over her thin neck to stave off the cold and provide additional coverage. There's nothing terribly sensual or interesting about any of it-- on the contrary, it evokes the same practicality and straightforwardness by which she lives. She makes no move to be rid of any of it even as Lakshmi tugs her down, but she does smirk in quiet amusement at the woman's enthusiasm.
One hand slips down a thigh left bare by the bunching upwards of the gown, short but well-kept nails dragging along the tender skin en route to the leg's base. Teren's other hand, still in Lakshmi's hair, knots a bit tighter, and she shifts to be kneeling more comfortably, pinning one of Lakshmi's legs with her own.
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Date: 2018-11-17 06:09 am (UTC)One hand slips down a thigh left bare by the bunching upwards of the gown, short but well-kept nails dragging along the tender skin en route to the leg's base. Teren's other hand, still in Lakshmi's hair, knots a bit tighter, and she shifts to be kneeling more comfortably, pinning one of Lakshmi's legs with her own.