Strange Bedfellows (Daring Jo)

[Toph Bei Fong]

Toph was all smiles as she pulled back - although not very far. Their lips no longer brushed one another, but it was a very near thing. "Well I learned from the best," she smirked. "I think you an' Cera woulda gotten along great. Woulda been fun to watch the dance too. Tease an' counter tease. See who gets the other to give in frist. Both knowin' where it'll wind up, but enjoying the trip there." Toph giggled. "Men really don't get the dance. And that always suited me just fine; I'm pretty to the point myself. But still... it was always fun to wacth her work..."

Toph's eyes, always unfocused though they were, seemed to grow even more distant for a moment. One of her hands still cupped Jo's cheek, absentmindedly caressing the skin there with her thumb.

She shook her head after a moment, returning to the here and now. "Hold still," she said, and brought her other hand to Jo's face as well. Fingers carefully traced their way up Jo's cheekbones, around her eye sockets, forehead, up to her hair line, then back again, playing close attention to the bridge and top of her nose, back to her lips, chin, and jawline again before coming to a rest.

Toph's cloudy eyes widened. "Wow. You didn't mention you were incredibly pretty too. Guess I shoulda figured. No-one with lips that kissable could be anythin' but."

[Daring Jo Lockwood]

Jo was a bit disappointed that she would not be meeting this Cera. She certainly had been talked up quite a bit, although the thief had no doubt that it was not unwarranted. She gave a quiet smirk and a mere nod of her head as she watched Toph seem to stare off. Or as close to staring off as the blind girl could get.

As the thumb caressed her cheek, Jo toyed a bit with a few of Toph's dark strands of hair. The smirk grew at the bounty hunter's request, "Darling...I have no intention of doing anything, but just that." she said. The fingers moved about her face and again, Jo could feel callouses that were brought on by training. Still, they were more than capable of delicately navigating her features. And then, the verdict was in. Jo broke out into quite the grin.

"Such kind words!" she chuckled when Toph's eyes widened, "Though, I could easily say the same for you, love. Ha...most women find me more than kissable. Though I'd be happy to oblige another to my esteemed guest!"

The arms around Toph brought her closer to Jo, once more, "What do you say?" she said in a tone that was a bit more quiet than usual, her lips already brushing across Toph's as she spoke.

[Toph Bei Fong]

There was a moment of hesitation, as Toph felt herself pulled in two directions. The frist was a yank of a lifetime of indoctrination that told her she didn't do this kinda of thing with women. The second as more of tug born of drink, warmth, comfort, and a secret, selfish yearning for a kind of closeness she had not felt since Cera's death.

The yanking proved be the stronger at first. "I... I don't think --"

But the half-finished sentence died on her lips. Attempting to speak only made them brush against Jo's lips all the more, and she forgot what she was saying. The yank lost its grip. The soft tug won out. The space between lips closed.

Soft was the frist and lost conscious though she had as she kissed Jo. Her lips are so...soft.

[Daring Jo Lockwood]

Only a few words made it out of Toph's mouth, before she felt her lips firmly pressed against her own. In truth, Jo didn't know what to expect. However, she was nonetheless pleased with the outcome. She held the bounty hunter as close as she could while she kissed back.

Given the fact that she was currently sitting across her lap, it was a slightly awkward angle. At least, it seemed like it was for Toph. Being the accommodating type, Jo maneuvered herself to a more upright position.

Her hands moved around, as she did, finally resting on Toph's shoulders. All the while, she continued to kiss the brunette.

[Toph Bei Fong]

There was a part of Toph that knew she had to break this kiss soon, if for no other reason than to catch her breath. That part was seemed very distant, however. The rest of Toph was directing her hands to Jo's waist, her lean, powerful muscles pulling the other woman closer, guiding her in slight twisting motion. It seemed very important all of a sudden for Jo to not be across her lap, but straddling it.

The need to breath finally won out though, as it often did. Toph pulled back, and took in a deep, shuddering breath. Her feet scrapped they floor, trying to get a sense of the other woman's feeling. She hoped she wasn't the only one in the room who's heart was racing.

Her face felt so very warm. "Jo..." she breathed, unsure what to say for maybe the first time in her life.

[Daring Jo Lockwood]

Jo obliged Toph's guiding hands and took up the required position. Straddling the woman's lap was certainly far more comfortable. When they finally separated, Jo leaned back and inhaled sharply. And, of course, the little room she had fashioned for herself was starting to feel a whole lot warmer.

"Jo..."

She smiled down at the bounty hunter, but it seemed that there wouldn't be much of a follow up. And yes, she could feel her heart still racing away. A hand reached up brushed aside a few stray strands of Toph's hair.

"Yes, love?" she said, leaning back in and planting a briefer kiss back on her lips. As she waited, Jo busied herself by kissing Toph on the cheek and neck.

[Toph Bei Fong]

"Yes, love?"

Toph tensed at the second word. It was like a verbal splash of cold water on her passion, pulling her out of the dream-like moment slightly. Her heart was still racing and the desire was still there, but but now her mind was aware enough to ask itself: What am I doing?

Then Jo's lips were on her face and neck again, and thinking became very difficult. The tiny, moaning gasp that left her lips didn't even sound like her. Everything was so different with Jo. Even if she knew the...mechanics so to speak, she still found herself at something of a loss when it came to the actions.

But the l-word still bugged her. Jo probably meant nothing by it. It was an impromptu pet name, like how she had been calling the thief "Sweetie" all day. Still in grated at her mind, ruining the moment. She could stand being a notch in Jo's headboard, a story to tell the next woman she brought home. But love? It left a bad taste in her mouth.

Trying to get back to the confusing bliss of the moment, Toph dipped her face unexpectedly as Jo moved to kiss her neck again, recapturing her lips. The feeling of softness washed over her again, and she held the other woman close to her with one hand.

With the other, she gestured in the air, and the chair shifted under them, the back pushing upwards and forward, the seat falling away. She then wrapped both arms around Jo's hips, hands firmly gripping her backside, holding her in the same position as the chair pushed Toph into a standing position.

Toph broke this kiss to offer her own smirk. "I think the bed might be more comfortable," she said in a low, sultry voice. "I wont be able to 'see' there... you'll have to guide me, Sweetie."

Toph took two strides with her long legs, found the fuzzy haze in her 'sight' that was the bed, and easily and playfully half tossed, half dropped Jo into it. As she vanished from view, Toph unraveled and pulled off the sheer fabric that made up her top, and held it toward the bed like a life-line, hoping Jo would get the hint and guide the now top-less bounty hunter towards the bed.

(I think it may be time to takes this to the outer (un)limits.)