[ No amount of preparation could have allowed for Ashe to anticipate her causing this woman to all but moan her name before they’ve done anything more than make out and get halfway undressed. Not that she’s uncertain of her own abilities, but damn. It’s a pretty good feeling when she’s done little more than flirt with another woman to: a) get information or b) because she was drunk or bored. At least she can safely say that she’s making a good first impression.
And so is Satya for that matter.
That soft plea does earn her friend a smug little chuckle against her skin as Ashe gives her neck another good bite, simultaneously giving her hair a harder tug. Before she can fully grasp what Satya is doing, her legs are wrapped around her waist and she’s tugging her closer; not only with her legs, but with her hands. In fact, the feeling causes her to pause briefly.
The fun of this little session is every little move she makes, Satya meets her halfway and makes it even better. Apart from maybe one other person, she’s also confident that no one else has ever caused her heart to feel as though it would burst at any moment. Every kiss leaves her breathless and every touch causes her heart to race. That squeeze and then the nails digging into her thighs pulls Ashe back and she remembers to breathe, laughing almost weakly against Satya’s neck.
She’s just about to respond gratuitously when her phone suddenly begins to ring.
Uhm. What?
Brow furrowing, she slowly lifts her head, glancing back toward the little end table where she’d set it earlier. Sure enough, the buzz against the wooden frame and the continued ring confirms that she is not hearing things. Because of course her stupid, idiotic boys would call her at the absolute worse possible time. It never fails and she is damn mad about it.
Lips pressed into a firm line, Ashe glances down at Satya briefly, murmuring a soft: ] Gotta take this. [ Carefully, she climbs off her, lifting the leg that was against the back of the couch up so that both of Satya’s legs could rest in her lap as she reaches to grab her phone from the table with an indignant huff.
This had better be good.
Accepting the call, she snaps sharply at the man on the other line. ]
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Date: 2019-05-19 02:55 am (UTC)And so is Satya for that matter.
That soft plea does earn her friend a smug little chuckle against her skin as Ashe gives her neck another good bite, simultaneously giving her hair a harder tug. Before she can fully grasp what Satya is doing, her legs are wrapped around her waist and she’s tugging her closer; not only with her legs, but with her hands. In fact, the feeling causes her to pause briefly.
The fun of this little session is every little move she makes, Satya meets her halfway and makes it even better. Apart from maybe one other person, she’s also confident that no one else has ever caused her heart to feel as though it would burst at any moment. Every kiss leaves her breathless and every touch causes her heart to race. That squeeze and then the nails digging into her thighs pulls Ashe back and she remembers to breathe, laughing almost weakly against Satya’s neck.
She’s just about to respond gratuitously when her phone suddenly begins to ring.
Uhm. What?
Brow furrowing, she slowly lifts her head, glancing back toward the little end table where she’d set it earlier. Sure enough, the buzz against the wooden frame and the continued ring confirms that she is not hearing things. Because of course her stupid, idiotic boys would call her at the absolute worse possible time. It never fails and she is damn mad about it.
Lips pressed into a firm line, Ashe glances down at Satya briefly, murmuring a soft: ] Gotta take this. [ Carefully, she climbs off her, lifting the leg that was against the back of the couch up so that both of Satya’s legs could rest in her lap as she reaches to grab her phone from the table with an indignant huff.
This had better be good.
Accepting the call, she snaps sharply at the man on the other line. ]
What?