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“How could anything be mad at that face?” Phoebe teased, winking at Rachel. Smirking to herself as the brunette finished scanning her items in a hurried pace, she watched intently as Rachel locked eye contact with her and spoke. That earned an impressed look from her, licking her lips as her gaze travelled from her legs to her face before falling back on to her eyes. “As long as you’ll have me. I’m easy to get and hard to handle but I encourage you try.” Phoebe definitely didn’t have any objections to the woman holding her in any sort of way.
Rachel rolled her eyes, but smiled at Phoebe’s teasing, finishing up bagging her items. She blushed as Phoebe’s gaze moved up her body. “I think you’ve already won,” she said, relenting with a light laugh, cheeks pink. In a flirting competition, Rachel clearly was not the master.

















