you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
Vaguely aware of white and sinful hallelujahs in the sex-laden air around them, and also vaguely aware of the woman atop her now moving down to straddle her waist (how kind, she thinks, though she doesn’t need to breathe), Wessex takes her time coming back to her full senses. She cracks a smile, hands idly running up up the girl’s thighs (no, not there, just along her outer edges). “Hard to take responsibility if I don’t know your name,” she purrs back, using and arm to boost herself up to a sitting position. Face-to-face. Mmm, that’s more like it. Though she’s looked at the girl before, she takes another moment to do so again, letting her eyes roam freely over her blue-green gaze, wide face, full lips (and oh, how she enjoyed hearing those sounds coming from said lips).
“I’m Wessex,” the Wraith offers intimately. This feels different than Edy. Not bad, just different. Sweeter. Easy to get addicted to, perhaps. There’s a gentle, easy smile.
Wessex would not be surprised to hear of Hotaru’s conquests, and wonder if they felt the same about the diminutive, but not to be underestimated, woman.
“I’m Wessex,” the Wraith offers intimately. This feels different than Edy. Not bad, just different. Sweeter. Easy to get addicted to, perhaps. There’s a gentle, easy smile.
Wessex would not be surprised to hear of Hotaru’s conquests, and wonder if they felt the same about the diminutive, but not to be underestimated, woman.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
