Cara turns too, her face now nice and close to Willowbark's. "Maybe later. Right how I'm more interested in getting to know someone new." Her voice is a bit breathy. 

God. (She can't keep herself from blushing.) 

"Oh?", she replies lamely, leaning a bit forward.

Cara gently puts a finger to Willowbark's lips, and then... pulls back a bit, letting her hand fall as she does.

"So, what do you do for work?" She has a codename and stopped while traveling at a mixer in a big city, so she's looking for a partner... she doesn't seem like a combat esper, especially not an older one, Cara's met several at this point and they have - some very distinctive mannerisms this women seems like she's lacking... "I'm usually better at guessing stuff like this, but all I've got for you is 'some kind of industry power use', which isn't anything to write home about." Her grin is mischievous. 

"You tease." That grin is infectious, though - she's smiling at she leans back into the couch. "Does it help if I tell you that willowbark can be brewed into a tea with antiinflammatory properties?" 

Oooooh. "Medical esper?"

"Anesthesiologist, really. I can touch someone and make them stop feeling pain in whatever part of their body I want." Her grin widens, and she holds out her free hand. "Give me your hand, if you want to see."

Yeah sure she's game.

Willowbark pushes two of her fingernails into Cara's palm. Then, after she hears the girl's sharp intake of breath, she wipes the pain away, blocked like it was never there. (She leaves her fingernails there, for a moment or two longer.) "Like that."

A-ah. 

Golly. She talks Willowbark's other hand in hers, pulling herself closer again. "So, Doctor, I had a question, if you aren't too busy..." 

She feels the tiny speck of backlash drain away through Cara's hands, and relaxes. "For a pretty girl like you? I'm sure I can find the time." (Now it's her voice that's breathy. She doesn't think she's being teased, this time.)

Cara leans in further, her mouth an inch away from Willowbark's. "Do you want to make out?", she asks, much more shyly than she'd intended.

Willowbark leans into Cara, closing her eyes and opening her mouth.

Oh. Oh wow. Oh fuck.

Cara moans, experiencing fluid exchange guiding for the first time and utterly losing herself in the sensation. It's so much.

(Oh god.) Willowbark puts her hand on the back of Cara's head, pulling the two of them closer together. 

Her tongue enters the girl's mouth; when Cara moans again, Willowbark can't help but shiver.

Cara slides her free arm behind Willowbark, trying to pull the woman closer to her. She's never felt anything like this, and she wants more, more, more -

Well. If Cara insists.

Panting slightly, Willowbark breaks the kiss off for long enough to push the eager young esper into a more convenient position, her back against the couch.

Then she swings her leg over and now Willowbark is straddling Cara, watching hungrily as the girl's eyes widen before she leans in for another deep kiss, pressing their bodies together.

Cara was already quite hard, a fact which possibly could have escaped Willowbark's notice earlier but sure isn't going to anymore, what with how their crotches are now pressed together.

Fuck. Fuck. She wraps her arms around Willowbark's waist, pulling her closer, chest heaving, the tongue and saliva in her mouth robbing her mind of everything but burning desire.

Willowbark certainly has more practice staying at least vaguely lucid during fluid exchange guiding, but it's such a rush that she doesn't want to. What she wants to do is grind against Cara and keep the taste of her fresh in her mouth.

(Perhaps she also wants to let the straps of her dress fall down her shoulders. A terrible tragedy, that the right wrong kinds of movements let that happen. Certainly she doesn't have the time to fix that now, though. She's very busy, with her tongue and hips and hands.)

Cara is distracted enough that it takes her a bit to notice, and a bit longer to gather the courage to do something about it, but she will eventually work up the attentional capacity and bravery to bring a hand up and cup one Willowbark's breasts, thumb caressing her (quite hard) nipple.

Willowbark takes those fingers in hers, guiding them into a different position. She wants Cara to be pinching her nipple, not just rubbing it.

When the girl complies, she's rewarded with more intense grinding, and perhaps a moan or two in her mouth. As a treat.

This works very well, assuming what Willowbark wants is a hyperaroused pliant esper twitching in pleasure under her. 

...eventually, she has to pull her mouth away for a moment, because she should really say that she's "getting" pant "pretty close" pant -

Oh, she really missed this part. (It's been almost a decade since she got to fuck a compatible esper with a dick, and she hungers.)

She slides down the girl's body, flips up her skirt, and pulls aside her underwear. Then she busies herself with the task of making sure Cara finishes inside her mouth.

Yeah that's not going to take very long!!!

She cums, hard. (It's all she can do to at least try and keep her moans quiet, espers have good hearing and they're At A Mixer.)