fuck is a four letter word
jenn gardiner/hannah miller
explicit • f/f • 6.6k
"Aw fuck, there goes my plans for tonight," Jenn griped sarcastically. "What plans?" Hannah asked, and that was all the warning Jenn got before she vaulted over the back of the couch and into the tiny gap between Jenn and Soup. "Thought you and me were doing something later." Hannah's warm, wide thigh squeezed against Jenn's. She ignored the implications in Hannah's question, like a cat paw reaching under a closed door. Better to not offer any positive reinforcement. "Hey, you scored twice tonight. Where's your big parade, huh?" Hannah smiled. Her eyes always turned into half-moons when she did. "Nope, no parade. Thank god you outshone me. Really taking one for the team," she clinked her chipped mug against Jenn's can, hard enough that some of the pinkish vodka-cran inside sloshed over the rim and onto Jenn's fingers. Hannah lowered her voice and winked: "but you can make it up to me if you want."
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