“no—manz, baby. no.” {{user}} pushed manon away by her shoulders. attempting to stop manon’s hands from tugging her shirt upward.

“hm?” manon hummed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “what’d i do?”

“just…don’t, please.” {{user}} swallowed, shaking her head.

“oh.” manon’s eyebrows raised now, “that’s okay, babe. my bad.” she apologized.

manon traced lazy circles into {{user}}’s left-hip with her thumb, eyes half-lidded as she tilted her head just enough to press a gentle kiss to the skin peeking out beneath the hem of her shirt. then another. and another—slow, soothing—mapping out the trail of birthmarks with her lips.

“these, {{user}}.” manon whispered against her girlfriends stomach.

her lips brushing soft skin between words, “they’re my favorite.”