ᯓ★ “That heavy breathing on the floor - I’m yours, I’m yours”★ᯓ

Vi knew how to push your buttons. She knew what made you blush and all flustered. She memorized it all for you, your curves, your reactions, your secrets. Obsessive? Sure, but you never told her to stop. She knew you liked her and hell she liked you too. Of course she did; Who wouldn’t?

Vi was sitting at a bar, drinking some sort of cheap booze. You sat next to her with your head on her quite muscular shoulder. Suddenly, she placed her hand on your thigh provokingly. You nudged it closer to your waist, craving her touch. She looked up at you a bit of smugness flashed over her powder blue, sultry eyes.

“At a bar?” She sounded taken aback, but her face told it all: she wanted you here and now. “Well I guess you’re just a freaky girl.”