Re: Fall Into My Inferno[Khaana, Amaranta]

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AMARANTA VALERIA | BURNING LIONESS

"Nah. I don't think he'd mind one bit."

That statement didn't cause her to relent. Firm arms simply held her where she was beneath her chest. The emboldened feline, as a response to having her own body touched moments prior, naturally allowed her hands to roam the same parts Khaana did, though not without offering light, clawed pats against her rear. Whenever she got like this, she always found herself half-tempted to indulge her wild nature and pounce on this woman.

Assert dominance for once. Show her how it felt to be put in her place. Of course, she recognized that wasn't exactly an easy feat in and of itself, so she simply entertained herself with helping herself to this current form of contact. At any rate, she held off on base urges. They were in the middle of a conversation, after all.

"Hoh? Brazil, eh? I think you'd like it there. Plenty of people go there. Arrancar, humans. Met some pretty fun individuals there, lemme tell ya. Can't say you'll find Mystery Man, but you'll find somethin' you like."

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Khaana raised a brow slightly at that and canted her head to the side, watching as Amaranta lightly fondled her. She considered the woman's assessment of Brazil, only to narrow her good eye as she let out a snort through her nostrils. "If I want to find him, I will." She murmured, glancing to the side. "Which you'll be helping me with. This'll be part of your rent job. Tracking down little Sir White hair. So that I can talk to him." She stated calmly, drumming her fingers lightly on Amaranta's shoulder as she looked around and considered.

Should they take Kanako with them? Or should she hold down the fort? Would the big lug even keep up with her? Hm. She would have to, if she wanted to keep a roof over her head. She didn't know if this white haired guy would cause any issues once she found him. But if he orchestrated an attack on soul society. Then she was going to want to get her hands on him.

Such men usually didn't stop with just one incident. So she'd just have to ... deal with him. Or get some assurance that he wouldn't be bothering her Lioness again. Speaking of...

she glanced back down to Amaranta as the feline continued to eye her. Was she perhaps being a bit overprotective? No, she didn't want fuckheads pulling Amaranta into stupid shit. But.....there was certainly a sentiment here. Logic happened to coincide with the fact that she was perhaps a bit protective of the big dumb lion. She .... DID owe the woman quite a bit. Even if she was a bit ....strange.

The pretend boyfriend was certainly something she expected to just be dropped by now. But here they were.
Reaching down, she tilted Amaranta's head back. "So. IF you're done with that little make believe game of a boyfriend with you eyeing me up like a steak. Honestly, you've been eyeing me since we first met." She noted calmly, staring at the wall infront of her as she lightly ran her fingers over those ears of hers, idle contact rather than real affection.

"I owe you, from Africa. And..... you haven't really been much help... directly. But..." She thought back to their conversation. When she'd spilled her guts about her whole... protagonist thing. And about how lost she'd been when the 'protagonist' shed been looking for finally arrived. Things were probably going to get messy. Not JUST because of this guy in Brazil. But the net was fucking crazy over this news. And a lot of messed up fucks that had been in the woodwork were now poking up now that big brother gotei wasn't here. And she wanted to be all up on that shit. She'd been resisting her nature for so goddamn long.

She'd been saving her money.
She had padded her savings and invested a bit outside of her streaming gig.
It was about time she did what SHE wanted to do. She didn't have any makebelieve protagonist to impress.
She had a very real Lioness.

"Ama." She leaned down and looked them in the eye. "If you're really still salivating over me. What is it? Am I a nice piece of ass? Or you catchin feelins?"