@CallSignPharah β thumped uncontrollably, threatening to push past her chest. She quietly slipped from the bed, careful to not disturb the other, and walked back to the β now ruined β bathroom to take an ice cold shower.
It was starting.
@CallSignPharah β second hand snaked around the back of Fareehaβs neck, closing down the proximity between their lips until the only room left was in a dangerous kiss.
@CallSignPharah β took a step back, bumping into the overcrowded vanity. The products fell from the sink, scattering around their feet and making room for the two to find purchase. The wicked seductress kept her soft hand atop the calloused and rough hand, steering it higher together. The β
@CallSignPharah This wasnβt an invitation. This was the making of another war. The heated and explosive sought that left one solider victorious and the other (appropriately) bruised, defeated and wallowing in their sins.
Those sharp, predatory eyes held Fareehaβs gaze, acknowledging the β