"Fuck." Mira groans softly, between the mark the other girl's sucking onto
her throat, the press of her fingers, the suggestion of more places her
mouth could be. It's all she can think of.
That, and other ways she could be occupying her own.
Mira turns her head to catch Genevieve in a kiss, ungentle and wanting; one
hand tangling into her hair, the other sliding under her shirt to repeat
its route more intently."I somehow...don't think that's going to be a
problem," she says, quietly, flushed, when she pulls back, biting at her
lips a little. "Though maybe not in a warehouse alley," she admits
reluctantly, still close.
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"Fuck." Mira groans softly, between the mark the other girl's sucking onto her throat, the press of her fingers, the suggestion of more places her mouth could be. It's all she can think of.
That, and other ways she could be occupying her own.
Mira turns her head to catch Genevieve in a kiss, ungentle and wanting; one hand tangling into her hair, the other sliding under her shirt to repeat its route more intently."I somehow...don't think that's going to be a problem," she says, quietly, flushed, when she pulls back, biting at her lips a little. "Though maybe not in a warehouse alley," she admits reluctantly, still close.