#kendra.

light hits finley like a blazing ball of hellfire, setting his senses alight, burning eyes and, seemingly, frying his brain. groaning a bit as he rolls over, fin presses face further into the mattress - maybe if he applied enough pressure, he could suffocate and die. that would alleviate the worst hangover he's ever felt in his life ( including the bender he went on at 18, right after his dad's disappearance ). nausea crawls violently up from his stomach, coating his throat in acid, but finley wills himself not to throw up. kendra's words cause ears to ring, and he makes a noise that could be acknowledgement, a moment before speaking. 'hungover's a fuckin' understatement...' words are muffled by the sheet beneath him, fin squeezing his eyes shut, suddenly very aware of the weight of the ring that now lays on his left hand. married... in vegas. how much more of a cliche could they be? when he musters up the strength to turn his head, finley opens one squinted eye to look at kendra, wondering if he was still dreaming. 'we got married?' situation sinks into his stomach. finley tries not to wrench. 'shit... do you remember any of it?' he sure didn't, not with how groggy his mind was, right now.

'if i get shot, is the bullet mine? like - finders keepers? i get to keep it, right?' @wolfehunt.

KENDRA WOLFE: ✐ her parents took her to church when she was younger. clarice understood the idea, as a concept - people praying to make things better, just so they knew at least one person was listening to them - but in practice, she never really took a liking to it. the afterlife wasn't too far off, but grasping the ideology of it was always out of reach. one place for the good people, one place for the bad. was it really so cut and dry? 'what's worse?' clarice asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she glances up at kendra. 'hell or nothin'?' @wolfehunt.

♡  ˙  *  ✧ barbie must have have said something kendra liked tonight. usually, the other woman is telling her to be quiet, that she's talking too much, being too positive. maybe it's not that barbie said the right thing, but that kendra wanted to shut her up properly. well, she had surly picked a good strategy. pretty, pink nails dug into the sheets around her, the fabric balled into her fists, back arching the further kendra kissed down her torso. she makes a pass over barbie's belly button piercing, nipping at her hip bone and pulling a small gasp from barbie. the inside of her thigh is sensitive where kendra kisses her skin. glossy, bottom lip is taken between teeth, the woman whimpering, trying to keep herself quiet. it's all for not, however, when kendra's mouth finally finds her clit. the moan that leaves barbie is loud enough to cause her cheeks to flare, embarrassed at her own desires. kendra may have gotten barbie to stop talking, but she wouldn't have absolute quiet. not tonight. @wolfebit.

¡Muchas gracias a ti, Kendra! Admiro tu visión de la academia y lo sabes, por lo que tus felicitaciones son importantes para mi. Gracias nuevamente, y tienes una invitación abierta a visitarme a visitarme cuando desees, ¿sí?