( her head rested comfortably into Kay's side as a grimace formed upon her face )
fuck - i hate analogies.
( she'd raise herself up on tiptoes, applying her face to the revealed impression of her lovers chest & employing her neck muscles to shake her head aggressively )
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Look at you, turning my shallow euphemisms into metaphors~
( The New God wraps one arm around the other. Attempting to offer comfort in that moment. )
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i'll ride... the last thing i'd ever want to do is miss the ship as it sails.
( the shorter woman presses herself against the others' chest, a hand pressing flat upon the redhead's cheek )
a light scoff; not dismissive in the least & a sign of pure endearment - the woman pressed her back to the wall, folding her arms tight as a smirk rose on her lips.
"sometimes. someone like me who is so... well. so terribly intense requires... attention." scandal hummed.
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Straightening her posture as the other paces. Tilting her head, while she was an open book. Knockout was looking at the proverbial pictures.
" Well, why don't you read the story to me? "
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