#ls22

"dom's here, babe. she's gonna help me pick what to wear for tonight!" she called out, not bothering to listen for a reply, grinning at the brunette on the other side of the door of the apartment she shared with her girlfriend, fingers wrapping around her wrist as she tugged her in. quickly making her way towards the bedroom with her best friend in tow, she closed the door behind them. as much as she would have liked to lock it, she couldn't attract too much suspicion, not while her girlfriend was next door, cooking them dinner before she had to leave. "come on, i've got things to show you." she teased, motioning for dom to sit on the bed as she slid open the doors of the massive closet facing it, grabbing a few designer dresses from the rack, she tossed them next to the other. turning back around, she smirked, glancing towards the door as she tugged off her t-shirt, leaving her in a lace pale green bra and jeans, that she quickly unbuttoned. "thanks for helping me out, bestie." she spoke playfully, walking out of her pants and making her way towards the brunette, walking until she was facing her, grabbing her hand and directing it to her hip, tugging the fabric of her underwear slightly down, revealing the four letters they had picked. despite dom's suggestion, she had picked this spot - easier to hide, intimate - because, sentimentally, it was where her best friend always held onto her whenever she was on top - not that she would admit to that part. the script was elegant, thin, the d in a gentle looping capital. "what do you think? i tried to avoid the whole tramp stamp vibe, as much as i know that you would have enjoyed that." she chuckled softly.