reality doesn't impress me. i only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, i escape, one way or another. no more walls.
the tease initially causes michaela to wince before giggling, her arms gently squeezing around fran’s waist in response.
“rude..”
she murmurs whilst standing upon her tiptoes to rest her chin against francesca’s shoulder blade.
micki’s lips »
"You must be talking about yourself, because you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on."
Her wife could be seen moving in her peripheral, it almost being enough to make her steal a glance without Michaela knowing. But Michaela always knows.
As soon as loving -
𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨.
“because you’re too gorgeous.. it’s distracting.”
michaela pushes herself upright and wanders behind the woman, her arms wrapping around fran’s waist from behind.
“Why not?”
Lips purse, glasses are adjusted, and a hand outstretched to put the puzzle piece she was still holding in a place that looked like it could fit.
“Bugger.”
A wrong fit. Just what she needs to stubbornly keep looking at the puzzle for as long as she can.