Β« no β please β ? where are your manners , little man? β she feels the way muscles react to a simple touch. how delightful. a thumb runs along her bottom lip which she kisses.
victoria pretends like their proximity does not affect her at all. nose scrunching as his brushes it with his own. a smile adorns her plush , ruby red , kissable lips. β youβre fucking rude β jests the politician with ease. β telling me to shut up and demanding a kiss? Β»
victoria lets out a soft grunt of her own when pulled to him. her weight relying on his , hand pressing to his stomach. crimson lips twist into a light smirk ββ specially at his barely contained ire. β miss you ? β she scrunches her nose in faux disgust. Β»
it was odd , this sincerity she was getting from homelander. a bit alarming but she comes to find that maybe . . . maybe it is not all unwelcome. β oh i think everyone is aware of how unmatched you are in power and force. β brown eyes are studious , flickering about Β»
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