#harold............

what if i bound our souls irrevocably together to stop your cult from completing a world-ending ritual (and we were both girls)

I’m back on my bullshit already

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YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT AND I REALLY NEED TO GET THAT ONE MILASARA AU IDEA I HAD OFF THE BACK BURNER AND ONTO THE FRONT OF MY STOVE

saren stands with her back to the woman,   only managing to pull on panties and her shirt before the others words cause a hearty laugh to spill,   stopping her in her tracks,   a grin spreading wide as she casts a glance over her shoulder.   teeth sink into her lower lip,   sight glossing over disheveled hair and bare shoulders,   the outline of patty’s figure beneath sheets,   one she’d been tracing with the tips of her fingers and tongue only mere moments ago.   a sigh,   head shaking as she retreats.   “can’t have that now can we?”     a weak woman,   all she yearns for  —  arms to hold,   touch,   make her feel present and alive.   but even that couldn’t compare to the feel of another’s lips against her own;   burning and buzzing against roseate coloured flesh,   even now as she crawls across the bed,   coming to straddle the other as palms find her jaw quick.     “you can be so needy,   baby.”     a daring smile,   lips agape as pupils dilate.   leaning in,   nipping at patty’s lower lip.     “i like it.”     a grunt,   jaw tightening before she’s closing the gap between them,   she kisses her slow,   fingers drifting down her neck to slide round and grip the nape.   a furrow between her brows as she cocks her head to the side,   tongue sliding along her lower lip before pushing its way inside patty’s mouth.