Her face is tipped against the curve of Revi's shoulder, bright mischief eyes tilted lengthwise to meet dark orbs. "Really?" Cheek hot against Revi's palm. She's practically draped around the thief, her mouth darting forward to meet the other girl's lips, hungry, desperate, inexperienced maybe, but enthusiastic. She swivels, in the process, swinging one leg around until she's straddling the bigger girl's lap - taut against her body - all soft, white curves against lean, compact muscle. Her tongue slipping into the other girl's mouth, pinning Revi back against the windowed wall.

"Shit yeah." The words are murmured back, right as Elise surges forwards... It's like dynamite going off. There's an instant of surprise as Elise actually makes the first move - Revi'd figured she'd have to do it, to shatter that proverbial barrier, but she doesn't care as long as its been gone through, and as long as she can taste those lips, that tongue. That feverish enthusiasm is returned, the intensity is mirrored back, and she can taste just a hint of that lovely little bit of contraband the two had shared earlier on her... god, that made it that much better. Her tongue fences with Elise's, surges to meet hers as lips trade contact - Revi is pushed against the wall, thuds in to the soundproofing, and just wraps the girl up in her arms, one curled around her waist to bring her in even closer, the other by her head, long, nimble fingers buried in her hair as that kiss spirals, eyes closed, madly passionate, hungry for her newly established co-conspirator's touch and taste.

Her tongue massages Revi's, dances around it, spars. Her skin smells like lavender, her hair like lilies, her mouth tastes faintly and sweetly of strawberries, under the tobacco. The only thing more important to Shokushu staff than maintaining the appearance of school is making sure the girls are kept in the best shape possible, and so the variety of toiletries in this place is absolutely royal. She likes that faintness of cigarettes on Revi's breath, though: rough and tumble and real. She draws back briefly from Revi's mouth, breathless briefly, her eyes roaming the milling girls in the courtyard through the window Revi's propped against. She can feel El's words against her mouth, the contortion of her lips, straining vowels in a soft, husky purr. "I don't like girls.... but I like you..." An easy smirk, flesh rising against skin, arching into Revi's hands, against her midriff, any excuse for touch.

"Funny how that works, isn't it..." The words are murmured back, voice secret and low, almost a growl against El's lips, lingering taste of hers savored. Her breathing is heavier, excited, her own smell is like rain, faint but lingering, natural. Skin on skin is electric, her hands explore the shorter girl, cradling her head in one, letting that blue-black hair weave through her deft fingers, the other at the small of her back, tips of her digits tracing a path up El's spine, leaving warmth in their wake...

... And then she is pulled back down, Revi initiating, another hard, passionate kiss, less desperate this time, but no less hungry. Those dark eyes halflid, grip tightens around El's slim waist, and that insistent tongue of Revi's slides in to El's mouth, wanting another taste, dueling with the smaller girl's.

She kisses back, warm, wet. Her left hand's closed on Revi's shoulder, kneading as their tongue's dance. Sparks prickle up her body at the girl's touch. Her head's on fire, her body's on fire, arching up at the hair stroking like a favored pet. She drifts from the thief's kiss, mouth briefly lingering on her bottom lip. El's lips trace up her cheek, brushing a brief eskimo kiss before settling, nose-to-nose - pink tongue on pink lips, tasting Revi on her mouth. She reaches around to pull the window curtain closed. They both have reputations to keep, after all. Their mouths are close enough to read each other's breaths like words. "If anyone asks, we were beating up kittens." She just can't shut up, can she? Maybe it's nervousness, maybe it's just El being El. Her smile, mischievous, her eyes probing, as if they're trying to read something in Revi's face - some sort of tic, a reaction. Her free hand settles on the girl's other shoulder, a squeeze, smoothing comfortably down Revi's back, the brief, ticklish squirm while the girl's fingers work her spine.

So close, the two are.. Revi's lips are dewy, moist, pink tongue briefly flickering out to wet them after that intense kiss, nose-to-nose with El. Her head tilts just enough to press a light kiss to the curve of the other girls jaw, just there and gone before El closes the curtains, so close she can taste her still.

Revi grins, pressing her forehead to El's as she speaks, intimate. "Drowning 'em. In active napalm." Oh, the pillow talk. Revi is slightly flushed, smiling broadly with a wry, Cheshire Cat twist to her lips, dark eyes halflidded as El's hands trail down her back. The girl arches just enough - El can feel that slim, compact musculature of Revi's shift underneath her - and dips her head to let her lips leave a trail of fire, first on El's own, then lower, tilting the other girl's head back just so with those nimble fingers in her hair.. and down her throat, lips and tongue both, just enough to not leave telltale signs in the morning. "Mnnh... you taste great." She breathes the words against El's skin, before heading back up that hot, wet trail she'd just created, nipping the girl's earlobe. Her hand at El's waist shifts, sliding just under the hem of that Dead Kennedys tee that caught her attention in the first place.

She's hot flesh and blooded passion, twined serpentine, her hips bumped against Revi's, white on tan. One leg, sinewy, draped around the taller girl's core, leveraging the girls against each other. Her other, bare thigh strokes a gentle back and forth against Revi. Her smile's a mysterious, complacent curve, turning upward as Revi "talks dirty" to her. "Mmmmm... Nothing gets me hotter than girl-on-kitten violence." El's fingers, curled through Rev's hair, holding mouth to flesh, not guiding, just applying pressure, allowing the thief's head to guide her hand like a sex girl ouija.

Her hands, meanwhile, have smoothed their way down her new friend's back. Teeth brush El's flesh and she coos, fingers kneading, squeezing her friend's ass through the tight (I don't know, lycra? denim? What are Revi's cut-offs made out of?) of her shorts, like testing fruit at the supermarket, ripe and firm. The girl compliments El, and her eyes sink to half mast. "Mmhhmm.... m'practically candy coated..." as her own mouth gasps whispers down the curve of Revi's shoulder blade, little pink tongue a moist tickle. Fingers loop under the top of Revi's shorts.

( Denim, this time. )

Those nimble fingers slide the Kennedys tee halfway up El's back, delicious midriff exposed, stopping only to prevent a tangle of limbs - El's hands are a bit occupied at the moment, and far be it for Revi to interrupt them. Her ass is firm, tight, everything she'd expect from a girl as active as Revi is. "That so.." She grins as Elise's fingers go exploring a little lower, and she shifts her hips up just enough to let El go to work on those shorts - she could see the tops of black panties, plain, just under the top of her cutoffs. She retaliates in kind, bumping her hips back against El's, thighs restless, and nips at her ear again, grinning and giving the lobe a suckle before her hands slide further up that tee - bra? Those nimble fingers will make short work of the clasp, if so.

((Really? I didn't figure Revi for a daisy dukes kind of girl))

The next happens so fast, a frenzied clawing at clothes. Revi's fingers graze smooth, slight muscle. El lifts her hands over her head, plucking off her cap in the process, to allow the other girl to yank the DK shirt off. Perky, attentive breasts bounce free - no bra - it's the end of the laundry cycle, and maybe that explains the Batman sheets too. Hot, hungry hands are right back on Revi's body, slipped under the tank top to brush ribs and breast and muscle, arched tenderly over her, face a-nuzzle in her neck. Naked from the waist up, her skirt a pool over their laps, arched over her friend's body. She tears open the button to the other girl's shorts, loosening the zipper. Four fingers working under the panties at Revi's hips, smoothing cream, slowly sliding panties and shorts down, slender, shaky fingers trailing curiously between her friend's naked legs.

( Lazy shorts. Ex-jeans, one of the two. )

Zipper, button, it didn't matter - that skirt would not be staying on Elise for long. She'd arched up when Elise went for her tank, almost reluctantly removing her hands from Elise.. and maybe its laundry day for her too - that pile of clothes was getting big - but there's no bra for her either, and she doesn't really need it, she's got a gymnast's frame, not a porn star's. She pauses in her frantic clothing removal - that DK shirt winds up draped over El's doorknob, tossed across the room - to arch as Elise pries those shorts and panties down her long, tanned legs. She's bare between them, not a stitch of hair - more a practicality thing in her case, she hates the feel of it, especially with her 'work' clothes. More importantly, she's already moist, gleaming.. which is a rarity for her, but this little co-freedom fighter had gotten the thief's blood boiling. She wiggles the shorts and panties all the way off her legs, and kicks them aside, giving El's ass the same squeezing test her own had recieved. Oh, she liked.

She hurriedly wiggles Revi's bottoms down to her knees. Pointer and middle finger pressed together, she traces back up the inside of Revi's thigh, trailing teasingly up and down Revi's netherlips, leaving El's fingers dewy, a tickling rub, before plunging into Revi's hole. Eyes locked onto her friend's, neck snaking around to maintain eye contact, mouth dancing to Revi's to keep her from looking away, desperate to see the other girl's face while she pumps fingers slowly in and out. Her smile's radiant, her breath hot. This girl's cooler than James Dean, hotter than Barbarella, slicker than a coyote. Revi says 'wet' and El gets wet. A quick, moist kiss. "You been with a girl before?"

Revi's back arches, and her mouth opens halfway, eyes halflidded as El's fingers first tease, then finally give her what she wants. When those fingers slide home, El can almost see those nipples of Revi's snap to attention, hardened, dark little nubs capping her breasts. "Fffuck... ahhn..." She gasps in pleasure, breath coming heavier now, face mirroring her body's heat, slightly flushed but exuberant. "Yeah.. once, twice... god, I'm soaked." She manages to get those words out before pulling El down with her, lips searing against the other, smaller girl's for a moment before she groans in to her mouth, loving it. It's broken, leaving her gasping as El hits a sweet spot. "You?" Fingers investigate, sliding under her skirt, pressing against panties fabric, so nimble she is, even with their positions.

Sensitive nipples are squeezed against Revi's breast through the fabric of her top, at pert alert. Her breathing is quick, labored, desperate. "not ever...." but not for lack of being eager, apparently. Revi's fingers just brush against El's panties and come back sopping wet. She's not shaved but trimmed, a neat, smooth landing strip of fur. Fingers continue to smoothly piston into Revi's sex, thumb tracing around her labia delicately, exploratively, trailing a smooth circle around the girl's clitoris. Kisses murmur down Revi's collar bone. "Take off your shirt...."

"Lucky me, get to break you in..." She grins, husky whisper in the girl's ear, she can't help it. Revi she leaves a trail of moisture on El's inner thigh as her fingers withdraw, and she slips out of that tank in one smooth motion, breasts free, nipples hard as rocks, before she tugs at El's skirt. "Lose it." She groans as those fingers of hers do a little more exploring, and those dark eyes shine like black fire, aroused, soaking wet down below. "The panties too.." The angle's odd, she can't get them off as she's effectively being straddled, but truth be told as long as those fingers are pumping, she doesn't much want to move.

She slides in close, body to body, skirt and panties the only impediment between flesh. Her hands are on Revi's cheeks, holding her face in place. "Lucky you... And I won't even make you pay..." Fingers plunged to the knuckle, thumb a solid, insistent back and forth on the girl's clit. Her finger leaves a slick, snaking trail up Revi's abdomen while she gives Revi's tongue a quick suck. Then the girl's ordering her, and you can see the shift in El's eyes, immediate, smoky animal yielding. She slowly disentangles herself from the other girl, skin on skin, leaving sharp rockets up her sensitive nerves, bare nipples brushing against each other, tight flicks. El dismounts, sliding off of the other girl's body to readjust, something less awkward. She squirms out lengthwise across the bed, stomach up, her ass elevated, skirt lifted up to her stomach while she squirms the panties down her body, arching into a rainbow as she wiggles them further and further down, the light muff between her legs already glimmering black, slick and dark like an oil field.