𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 or not Emma didn’t care, it was more entertaining than anything else. How Laura’s mood changed out of nowhere in response to minimal tease was one of the pleasures enjoyed by the blonde & going further wasn’t a problem when an adorable pout was the common response, so for the sake of a better show the chairwoman limited her words to go with actions. ——— With a pair of gloved fingers the female reached out to grab some pitch-colored strands, twirling playfully around the tips before letting digits climb higher. Although thin cotton kept skins apart she still could imagine the softness of her companion’s jawline, a delicate line Emma traced until the other’s chin was caught between thumb & index.
Was that enough to tilt opposite features ? Hopefully so, sky-colored irises were eager to meet the so familiar gaze she’d stared at plenty of other times. ❝ I didn’t know you were the bratty type, Laura. ——— You should know that my lips are a privilege not many can have, but I’m willing to lower my standards if that makes you happy for once. ❞ She knew, oh how well she knew ! That the last thing expected from her was a kiss. Her presence was mostly needed when the long claws had to be sharpened & from there on their routine hadn’t changed, though the telepath was known for being unpredictable. She lived to destroy schemes & by leaning over she profaned another, if only to prove her defiant nature by pressing up dark-tinted margins near the right corner of foreign mouth for brief seconds.
So close yet so far from the wolverine’s own petals, her special attentions were indeed a benefit that needed to be won. ❝ Don’t test me again, sweetheart. —— You’re going to regret it. ❞ & after playful whisper she pulled back, that should be enough to keep the reckless woman at bay for a while.
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