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bladesandstarsNika slides over on the smooth black leather seat, pulling her skirt down and grinning. Lilith, a little dazed, leans over her for a kiss, blonde hair swinging down to tickle her neck, but Nika pulls back, just out of her reach. She puts a playful finger over Lilith’s lips, but she’s serious about the reminder.
A throaty laugh ripples up through Lilith’s throat, and she reaches into her bag. Real money, then, not credits. Nika grins smugly over a job well done, and tucks the cash into her shirt.
If either of them had any lipstick left, it’d smear with the boisterous force of Nika’s kiss; she barrels into it like she does everything else. Lilith meets her where she’s at, but as always is firmer, more measured. The way she grips Nika’s shoulder speaks of discipline and control, and it makes Nika shiver a little, despite the fact that her body’s still languid with having been so recently sated.
A throaty laugh ripples up through Lilith’s throat, and she reaches into her bag. Real money, then, not credits. Nika grins smugly over a job well done, and tucks the cash into her shirt.
If either of them had any lipstick left, it’d smear with the boisterous force of Nika’s kiss; she barrels into it like she does everything else. Lilith meets her where she’s at, but as always is firmer, more measured. The way she grips Nika’s shoulder speaks of discipline and control, and it makes Nika shiver a little, despite the fact that her body’s still languid with having been so recently sated.
