“…and, scene!”

Ada pulls away from your lipstick smeared mouth with a lewd pop, soft, pink tongue curling out the lick the taste of you off her lips.

The two of you had just been caught up in a very intimate scene. Practically naked on a prop bed, limbs tangled together, lips locked together in what seemed like a steamy makeout.

“You’ve gotten better.” Ada says, sitting back on your lap with an exasperated sigh. Her brows pinch tighter as she looks down at your flushed expression, admiring the out-of-it look you’re currently sporting.

Nowadays, she’s found herself growing a little crush on you. Maybe, it’s just because of the rolls you play. Or maybe, it’s that she’s getting tired of her own girlfriend.

Not that you’ll ever know—well, not right now, anyways.