Lets get CREATIVE

Paige was stunned. Silent. Her eyes wide with a slight sting that clawed its way from the edge to her pupil. “W—What?” She huffed quietly, taken completely by surprise. And before she knew it, thick black liquid was seeping from her eyes, staining her white cheeks and dripping from her chin. The words set her heart a-flutter, gave her tummy butterflies.

      A carefree smile; Tina reached her hand out to touch Paige’s,       feeling the liquid run down her fingers and trace dark veins       on her skin. “I know it’s a little bit out of the blue, but no-one       deserves to be told that more than you.”

Truth be told, she was terrified. To feel such a surge of emotion-- to hear such sweet words from someone so unlikely. Though, was it so unlikely? "You... You are very kind." She started, her mouth feeling a little loose and mind lost as the confession spun in her mind. "Thank you but what spurred this on?"

SPREAD THIS LIKE A WILDFIRE PLEASE I BEG YOU 

Please stay safe out there!

Bouncing on the balls of her feet as she crouched, she began to push the box he sat in, making similar noises. "Nyoooooooom! And now we're a space ship!!" Using her hands, she wiggled the box as if blasting off.

Their lips collided against each others; his own kisses neat and just so. When happy that she wouldn’t attack anymore he released her hands from his grip. Arms snaking around her waist pulling her as close as he possibly could. He was ready for her; the pain of his wound merely a dull thump in his side. All he was interested in was her now. Their short but sweet battle had got him frustrated him more than it normally would

The closeness made her light headed. The sensation of his breath against the cold, pale skin. And soon her own weaponry rolled from her fingers to join his own on the floor. "Not quite far enough." She managed mere moments before returning his kiss, her own much more erratic and forceful, truly not caring if she met him properly.  Paige's long arms slipped up to wrap tightly around the back of his neck, her slick fingers pushing into his short hair where they balled to take a hold. He would not escape her now, even if he wished it. Her lips parted slightly and her teeth nipped at his lower lip, pushing harder and harder with the intention of drawing blood. Could this be classed as a battle? Who would win? She did not care as she would come out on top either way. 

Up to mun

"Not yet, not until you beg really good for it."