Unmoving

Claw-like fingers trailed over pale skin, leaving light marks to show their path. Half-lidded lime-green eyes silently watched the slumped over body that was chained to the wall. Maybe it was just the vessel somehow channeling her desires for the unconscious girl in front of her – feeling the other soul that resided within. If she noticed the slight movement of the other girl, she didn't show it or just didn't care.

Bright blue eyes opened. Slowly a dark mass formed in her view, identifying Dead Master kneeling between her chained legs. Following the black-clad claws of the other girl, Black Rock Shooter moved her gaze. Bright blue and lime green clashed with a start.

Unmoving.

No words were needed with eyes that could say more than that.

Then again, she wouldn't have wanted to say anything and Dead Master didn't seem to be the talk-active type anyway. Slowly, she noted, the claws moved up, from her tights, to her abdomen and finally to her upper body. Small marks – the slightest shade of red – carved the path the hand had taken. Finding its end at her neck, where the hand lay still.

Resting.

Lime green eyes, not yet fully opened, held the powerful gaze the other pair of bright blue ones emitted. No sign of resentment. Hate. Distrust. Just a blank, but powerful gaze. At some point, it would have been unnerving. Not now, in this fortunate situation. With Black Rock Shooter chained, bound with her metallic chains, there was no need to be overly cautious.

Slowly Dead Master let her head sink to the pale neck. Licking it with pleasure. Sadistic pleasure. The taller girl smirked slightly, as the other one didn't resist her. Not that she could anyway. Her Rock Cannon lay forgotten on the ground. Black Rock Shooter practically was at her whim. Letting her tongue wander down to the slight mounds of Black Rock Shooters chest she noted the sharp intake of air. Of course, she thought, they were still human in some sick way. Feeling what is done to the own body felt just like it would to a normal girl. But they weren't normal. Not entirely.

Stopping her movements, Dead Master instead lifted her head upwards, watching the closed eyes and the slight crease on her forehead. Smirking at their predicament the girl neared her lips to Black Rock Shooters ear, whispering soft but sinister words. The bound girl's eyes snapped open, looking directly at Dead Master, wondering about her intentions. Smirking cruelly, Dead Master swiftly pressed her lips against Black Rock Shooters own pale ones. Latter gasped at that, unknowingly helping the other girl as her tongue invaded her mouth.

Ravaging.

Pleasurable.

It didn't take long for Black Rock Shooter to notice that her traitorous body responded quite willingly. Eyes, still opened, clashed. Shocked and sadistic.

But as fast as it came, the kiss ended just like that as air became important. Panting slightly, Black Rock Shooter looked at Dead Master, who didn't show any sort of exertion. Blue eyes searched for answers, but none came. Just another kiss, on the forehead and everything went black. Just like that.