#samlice

I Need them to interact in btc

And it’s killing me.

I can explain-

"Sam's kisses easily shatters Malice’s composure and turns her into a flustered, dazed mess." Author's note: lolololololololol  "Nnn.." Malice shuddered as she felt familiar fingers disappear beneath the fabric of her shirt, ghosting up her spine and tugging lightly on her bra. Fingertips grazed her skin as her hair was draped over her shoulder. She swallowed as soft lips pressed against the nape of her neck, closing her eyes and inhaling slowly. Her grip on her pen was tightening, as her focus was fading. "Sam.." The other grinned against her neck, humming innocently as she pressed a kiss to the shorter female's bare shoulder. "Hmm?" "I can't focus with you doing that." "You can do that later, love," Sam perched her jaw on Malice's shoulder as the other gave a sigh, turning her head slightly just so she could give her girlfriend a look. "Sam-" She was silenced as those same lips touched hers, her cheeks growing red. Sam parted her lips, her tongue forcing the other's mouth open. Malice's mind was spinning, her thoughts scattering at the other female's antics. But she found that she couldn't push her away, nor could she fight against the kiss. Sam knew she won when Malice dropped the notebook and pen, smiling in triumph into the kiss. Seizing the opportunity, she grabbed the other's shoulders and turned her, pushing her into the mattress as she loomed above. She hummed as fingers weaved through her hair, tugging when she sucked on Malice's tongue. Inclining her head at a better angle, she deepened the kiss, tongue twining with the shorter female's, before pulling back. She stared down at the female beneath her; lips swollen and glossy, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. "You looked so wrecked already, love," Malice barely noticed the thumb brushing her lower lip slightly. "And all I did was kiss you." She tipped her head, nipping at her neck, reveling in the small whimpers that left her throat, watching as Malice's eyes slipped shut with mischief in her own. "How adorable." @zxyelle @nsfw-black-butler-art

And I mean Sammy and actual cartoon Alice.

Summary: “She’d only just turned the faucet, when an-all-too-familiar pair of hands settled on her waist.” Malice has to get the dishes done, but Sam wants to do something else. Author’s note: I have no regrets. “Don’t stay up too late, you’re already short, you don’t want to stay that way, do you?” Malice scowled as her flatmate, Xypher, ascended the stairs with that grin of hers, not breaking her stare until she was out of sight. She then huffed, facing forwards again, glancing down once at her phone, checking for any notifications and the like. She was scrolling away on Tumblr when the bathroom door opened, and out stepped her girlfriend, Sam. “Sorry I took a while. Did I make you wait?” The other female lifted her head, not bothering to fight the smile that graced her lips. She shook her head slightly, sitting up a little. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.” She patted the space on the sofa beside her, and with a chuckle, Sam complied and took a seat beside her, her grin only widening when Malice immediately scooted closer and snuggled up beside her, and the two remained that way throughout the movie that they had chosen to watch. Two hours later, a half awake Malice eased herself off the couch, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn, the edge of her shirt rising just a little. “Tired?” Sam mused, leaning back slightly and just watching her small girlfriend’s movements. “Not really.” The female in question denied halfheartedly, turning away to clean up after themselves. “I’ll just wash the dishes, then we can sleep or do whatever else you want.” “Mkay,” Malice shook her head slightly, adjusting the cap she wore and carrying the plates and glasses to the sink with a gentle smile. She’d only just gotten her rings and bracelets off and had turned the faucet, when an-all-too-familiar pair of hands settled on her waist. She gave a jolt of surprise, but relaxed as Sam rested her jaw on the other’s shoulder. “Babe, those can wait.” Malice rolled her eyes, her grin widening just slightly. “No, they can’t.” “Yes, they can.” “No, the- ah!” Malice felt the lips pressing against her neck curve into a cheeky smile, and she gave a somewhat irritated sigh. “Sam, love, could you please let me do the dishes first? Then we can do whatever you want.” “Mm, I want to do something now.” The shorter female parted her lips to say something, but all that came out was a squeak as teeth nibbled along where her neck and shoulder met. Oh, that was unfair. Sam was playing dirty, she was aware of it. She knew one of Malice’s weaknesses was her sensitive neck, and that was one of her trump cards. Malice’s grip on the plate she held tightened as teeth carefully dug into her skin, eliciting a shiver to run up her spine. One of the hands on her waist reached past her, easing the plate from the smaller female’s grasp before she broke it. “Sam, come on..” Sam only grinned at the soft, whining tone in her girlfriend’s voice. “Please? Just for a few minutes?” She already knew that Malice had given in even before she sighed. “Fine.” She yelped as she was suddenly spun around, her body flush against Sam’s, the edge of the counter poking into her lower back. She was lifted unto the countertop, to overcome the problem of their height difference, and immediately, those warm and tender lips were upon hers. Slightly damp hands found their way into short, dark hair, tugging slightly. Sam drew little shapes on the other’s hips as they kissed, slow and sweet, and as quietly as they could be. Ah, well, the dishes can wait afterall. It’s not like Malice could get them done anyway, not with her own personal distraction getting in the way. It’s not like she minded. @nsfw-black-butler-art @zxyelle