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MY LOVE

“i really hope that’s not a bad thing.” she mumbles in her own sleepy haze. the midday cuddle nap session was pretty much the only thing rose looked forward to on her days off. soft fingertips caress along birigt’s little bit of stomach that’s peaking out from her shirt. these two were always touching one another at any possible moment, they could never keep their hands away. when the brunette starts to turn away a low grumble escapes the blonde. she didn’t want to share right in that moment, but kisses did need to be given out between EVERYONE. 

ha-joon is starved of both their kisses, but with the brunette being closer she was the first to receive a hungry kiss from his perfect plump lips. he’s been too busy these past three days with work and other clients he has behind the scenes, he hasn’t had time to come visit. he chuckles for a second and murmurs against her lips. “i’d figure you’d be familiar with rose’s taste by now.” and cue the little blonde cackling when she hears his reply to birigt’s question. 

the clock ticks past one too many seconds before the realization dawns on her. lips curling, she challenges the man with a snarky reply,” it tastes better from the source.” there is no denying that her grumpiness is tinged lightly with envy but there is nothing barring her to invoke jealousy. so far they were a functioning clockwork, save those a little spoiled from affections.

their individual schedules were set up in a way where no one got too overwhelmed, but there was always time to be missed. falling back into rose’s embrace, birgit offers an inviting tug. they always managed to find new creative ways to fit on the couch.  

her own fingers chase rose’s, tangling the limbs together before bringing them to her mouth for affectionate nibbles,” we should all do something today. take on the town. rob a bank ... maybe even make it to a bar before last call?”

“hmm.. you taste like pizza.” birigt followed the kiss with a flick of the tongue, swallowing the affirmation with a sleepy smile as she leaned heavily into her girlfriend’s nape in the disguise of a nuzzle. birigt was a groggy, fumbling mess by the afternoon. there were times that she wondered if being an early morning host at the station was really a promotion. she supposed it did reward her with midday naps by the plenty, but she would trade them for a late morning in a heart beat.

she ignored the hand on her hip with an exhausted huff. when prompted by a squeeze, a low whine escaped her lips. it took an insistent tug before she was willing to lift her head, immediately presented with another familiar pair of lips. her nose wrinkled at the stark difference flavor.

“you tase like ... what exactly is that?”