"What were you expecting?" she says as she reaches a hand out to entwine her fingers with Sariss's. Her fingers can move in all sorts of unique and interesting ways when she's performing but right now, the intent is to get close and wrapped around and unable to be pulled apart.
"Do you want to see it properly?" she asks with a little tilt of her head that makes the little strands of hair at either side of her face cant at a somewhat adorable, mischievous angle.
"Just one little outfit," she says innocently before she tips her head towards her bedroom. She doesn't have her bathroom, but it will serve to let her get changed.
She gently reaches out with the Force, to slowly pull Makima closer. It's a gentle thing, easily broken, but it is a moment of elegance, a show of not so much favour but fervour, so a kiss can be enjoyed, if she's willing, for a long moment.
"There has yet to be anything 'just' about you. That being said..." She tipped her head in turn. "I shall wait and be surprised."
Makima lets herself be pulled in, her eyes widening just a hair as she feels it and there's a delight to her smile as she's pulled close. Power is... interesting. Entertaining. But that fervour is what she wants. What she craves.
She can't quite help herself from leaning in and taking a kiss even if she's going to pull away right after. And she doesn't even try to pretend she's doing or feeling anything less than she is.
"All right. I'll be right back."
And like a shadow, she disappears with the lingerie set.
With a slight sigh, she makes herself comfortable, and waits. Hands folded, so as to keep herself from fidgeting. Intimacy of any sort has been...absent from her life. In one form or another, control is being...passed. It's a strange thing for her. She's not entirely comfortable with it. But it has to be, has to...has to happen.
She's not pulling back, that much is certain.
And so she waits, keeping the beating of her heart to an acceptable level - and focusing instead on the feeling of...anticipation. Which is also very new, at least in this way, but far, far more welcome.
She doesn't have to wait very long before Makima is stepping out in the lacy white lingerie with the garters snug around her thighs. Her hair is still in it's usual braid, but the braid's gone loose from pulling off and on clothing and she looks over at Sariss from the doorway in an invitation to come to her instead of vice versa.
It is a particularly lovely image. A moment is taken to properly admire the view, allowing her heart to beat faster. She'll be experiencing this as a woman, not a controlling factor. Well, if not asked, anyway. She hasn't any idea of Makima's preferences on the matter. Not yet.
But she'll learn. She'll learn them all.
She stands, slowly and deliberately crossing to Makima, eyes meeting hers.
"You are more lovely now," she said, deliberately, "than the night we met."
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"What else would I give you for a present?"
She smiles impishly.
"Thank you for my present."
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"But I am glad you enjoy yours. I am certain to enjoy mine."
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"Oh, most certainly. It takes a lot to get my imagination roaming, but you have managed it."
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"There has yet to be anything 'just' about you. That being said..." She tipped her head in turn. "I shall wait and be surprised."
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She can't quite help herself from leaning in and taking a kiss even if she's going to pull away right after. And she doesn't even try to pretend she's doing or feeling anything less than she is.
"All right. I'll be right back."
And like a shadow, she disappears with the lingerie set.
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She's not pulling back, that much is certain.
And so she waits, keeping the beating of her heart to an acceptable level - and focusing instead on the feeling of...anticipation. Which is also very new, at least in this way, but far, far more welcome.
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But she'll learn. She'll learn them all.
She stands, slowly and deliberately crossing to Makima, eyes meeting hers.
"You are more lovely now," she said, deliberately, "than the night we met."