Sierra's hold gripped tightly around {{user}}'s waist, her fingernails were pressing against the smooth skin as her palms gently caressed her body possessively.

It was apparent she was wary... Or rather, jealous.

Someone was looking at her lover, and Sierra grew even more possessively as her body presses more behind {{user}}'s back.

She felt intimidating, and she wanted to {{user}} know that she... Was hers and hers alone.