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ell govnah, the c*nt’s ere
govnah of your p*ssy
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leftraces
ell govnah, the c*nt’s ere
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❛ lena, ❜ she starts, offering a sigh as punctuation. ❛ draping yourself across my counter does nothing to sway me, ❜ it is matter of fact, however fictional. angela doesn’t deny lena being - damn the english dictionary for this - irresistible. quite the contrary. much to the embarrassment of her friend, angela is vocal about it. very, very vocal about it.
angela tidies papers around lena, as if tidiness is her present concern. as if being as far as that goes. those familiar with the doctor are well aware - nonchalance is rare to behold.
eyes pass over lena once, then twice. angela’s clocking of lena’s pose mimics the filling out of medical charts; neat, categorical - blatant lingering on aspects of intrigue. slim, strong arms slung over the counter. fingers, ever so deft, curl and uncurl over the edge.
angela hums; tilts her head, considering lena.
déjà vécu.
❛ …i do like you in that position. ❜
angela comes closer, forefinger and thumb taking hold of lena’s chin. she lifts ’til eye contact is made. it’s more of a collision; she feels the effects in her chest, her stomach, her throat. hospital lights reflect off lena’s glasses so that for a moment, only that light is present.
oh. so this is what it’s like to be seen as holy. her thumb runs over lena’s bottom lip in quiet supplication. angela isn’t one to hesitate. especially in saying with all the goodness lena possesses, physical manifestations are bound to happen.
of course, that’s for dramatic effect. at heart she is a scientist. if anything was to make her wonder, anyone… perhaps. perhaps it’d be lena. her prior statement is disproven, if angela wasn’t light on her feet, she’d be swaying.
there’s creation of distance, having noted the publicness of the display. she also notes a mutual blush dappling across their faces. angela, smiling, backs up ’til she’s against her office door. coyness has yet to shake hands with the doctor; as evident in her right making a come hither motion, and her left pushing the door open.
❛ if you’ll join me, schäri. ❜
oi, m8.... it's me fracken gf
schäri, your accent, it leaves me… UNWOUND