Griffin's Stories

Hi! My name is Griffin, call me Griff She/Them I love a lot of fandoms and writing stories so please if you want one send an ask and what you'd like!

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The Weird Sisters x Fem!Spellman Reader: Six Pills

Summary: You are Sabrina's older sister and instead of Sabrina being the one refusing to sign her name and being the cause of the events afterwards, it's you instead. Set a few months after the Church of Lilith has been established, you haven't been doing too well and with how busy your family has been in cleaning your messes, you mainly tried to stay out of trouble and avoid everyone as much as you could, wandering around the woods and backroads of Greendale...and on one occasion you meet a kind stranger...with less than noble intentions when he offers you something to help with the pain...

Warning: Drug Addiction, Withdrawal Symptoms, Allusions to Character Death (Not really you're just unconscious)

You stared up at the ceiling of the infirmary of the Academy of Unseen Arts, eyes unseeing as you lay down in one of the beds, barely registering the sounds of frantic arguing and panicked questions fluttering around you as you heard your Aunts, Ambrose, Nick and Lilith and the Weird Sisters talking loudly trying to figure out what was wrong with you, the Sister's having found you collapsed in the entrance hall of the school, unconscious and shivering.

Sabrina was holding onto your left hand tightly, and you felt her eyes on you, counting your breaths, assuring herself you were still breathing, you could hear the frustration in your Aunt Zelda’s voice but also the fear as she just didn’t know what was wrong nor did your Aunt Hilda or Ambrose or any of those surrounding your bed.

You couldn’t help but relish having your Aunts, older cousin/brother and your sister near you, though the fact Prudence, Agatha and Dorcas were also present made your heart flutter which was the sodding reason why you were in this mess in the first place. Your head turned to the side and then you spotted that damned bottle filled with those damn pills that left you reduced to this, someone had taken it out of your pockets as you were laid down on the bed.

You struggled to sit up, catching your head in your hands making the others snap in your direction as they watched for a moment as your eyes darted around the room as though trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You struggled to get your thoughts straight then as though finally you had gathered the strength to explain your latest mistake once more…seemed to be the only thing you could make these days as a merciless, self-hating smile spread across your face as your broken mind pulled into being the song you had come up with on one of your...trips.

You gazed directly at Nick and urged your best friend and sister’s boyfriend to listen which he did sitting on your bed and held your free hand, urging you to use him and Sabrina as a way to anchor you to the present. And so, you sang:

“In the woods I met a man.

Old as oak and staff in hand

Sunken eyes but gentle smile

We sat down and talked awhile”.

Lilith’s eyes narrowed at the description of the man but said nothing as you continued.

“And he said I can see it in your eyes.

You've been hurt a couple times.

I've got the perfect antidote.

To cure a heart of stone

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle”

Your Aunts and Ambrose flinched at the comment of having a heart of stone while Lilith’s eyes narrowed onto the blue bottle of pills, an uneasy feeling in her chest began building in her chest.

“He put them right in my hands.

Said this stuff can do wonders take you to Nirvana.

Make you a better man”.

You smiled mirthless, your eyes straying to Agatha, your eyes on her neck exactly where you had slit her throat and once more the guilt began building in your chest and stomach making you pull your hands out of Sabrina’s and Nick’s clutching your chest shaking your head, your eyes closed tight but you kept singing, your tone irritated in the next two lines but shifting to numb as you continued.

“I should've known something was amiss.

When I saw his smile turn to a grin

But

Then as he left me

There so perplexed

He turned and said”.

You ticked off on your fingers, your eyes opening and staring directly into Ambrose's telling him to focus on what you were about to say…

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You ticked them off on your fingers again just as the old man did for you and what you recited on your way home.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You sighed and shook your head angrily at yourself, your drugged and messed up mind repeating that you should have shown the pills to your Aunts or Ambrose when you got home but you didn’t.

“So, I went home.

My heart confused.

Didn't know just what to do.

I popped the cap.

And took a dose.

After all what could I lose”

You shrugged, a bitter tone on the last line but lightened with the next your eyes shining with childlike innocence.

“And then I touched the clouds and bathed in sky.

A magic broom a carpet ride

Before I fell and woke in bed”

You struggled as though acting out what you did yourself on that day, finding it hard to remember what he said.

“Tried to repeat the words he said.

One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

What did he say next?

I forget the rest.

But several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You shrugged your bright usual happy smile back again at the thought of being fine making your Aunts and Ambrose flinch at the confirmation you weren’t fine, while Sabrina and Nick tightened their hold on your hands. The Sister's reaction however shocked you as Dorcas had visible tears in her eyes though they didn’t fall while the tightness around Agatha’s eyes and her clenched fists said plenty, Prudence’s eyes were filled with protective rage and promise of vengeance on the one who made you like this, as her lips tightened near turning them white even through her dark lipstick.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

Five could never hurt.

Just to calm my nerves

Several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You scratched your head looking up as you tried to remember the number of pills the man said you should take but shrugged as if it didn’t matter and continued, your expression going dark and you pulled a knee to your chest.

“Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle

Wish I had the strength back then.

Need to get a refill chase away the evil

All the whispers in my head”

You shook your head once more, your hands going to your ears as you shook it again as though trying to make the whispers going away.

“But I can't find the man I knocked on his door.

His neighbours say no one lived there before.

So now all my days

Just blur in a haze

They go like this”.

You sat back in despair, perplexed at the fact the man didn’t exist but merely confirming Lilith’s suspicions but she waited till the end just to be sure.

“One to stop the chills"

Your body broke out into chills.

"Two to ease the pain."

You clutched at your chest, the pain and guilt surging through your body.

"Three to wash my guilt.

Forget all my shame."

You flashback through everything, you’d done that put your family and the girls you loved in danger all because you couldn’t leave well enough alone.

"Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been.

Here we go again”.

Your eyes darted everywhere before zeroing in on that blue bottle and you sprang for it only to be caught by Ambrose and Nick as they held you up while you struggled to try to get to the bottle needing the words and murmurs in your head to quiet down all the while you sang desperately.

“One to stop the chills”.

Your body once more broke into chills.

“Two to ease the pain”.

You clutched your chest above your heart.

“Three to wash my guilt”.

“Forget all my shame”.

Your eyes darted to Agatha again, hers, Prudence and Dorcas eyes widening along with Ambrose, Nick’s and Sabrina’s as they realised what you were referring to.

“Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been”.

Tears began tracking down your face a broken smile on it as you doubled over once more the two boys picking you up and laying you on your bed as they all watched in suffering as your activeness wore you down you murmured the last few words.

“Here we go again.

Here we go again.

Here we go again.

Oh

To stop the pain

Forget my shame.

Ah”

Your head rested on a pillow your eyes connecting with each person as you counted.

One

Aunt Zelda and Lilith

Two

Aunt Hilda

Three

Ambrose

Four

Nicholas

Five

Sabrina

Six

With the last number, your eyes met the Sisters, a small sweet smile on your face as you somehow gazed into the three of them at once your view began to darken and as everything faded to black you barely managed to get out the last three words:…. “I love you”.

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The Weird Sisters x Fem!Spellman Reader: Six Pills

Summary: You are Sabrina's older sister and instead of Sabrina being the one refusing to sign her name and being the cause of the events afterwards, it's you instead. Set a few months after the Church of Lilith has been established, you haven't been doing too well and with how busy your family has been in cleaning your messes, you mainly tried to stay out of trouble and avoid everyone as much as you could, wandering around the woods and backroads of Greendale...and on one occasion you meet a kind stranger...with less than noble intentions when he offers you something to help with the pain...

Warning: Drug Addiction, Withdrawal Symptoms, Allusions to Character Death (Not really you're just unconscious)

You stared up at the ceiling of the infirmary of the Academy of Unseen Arts, eyes unseeing as you lay down in one of the beds, barely registering the sounds of frantic arguing and panicked questions fluttering around you as you heard your Aunts, Ambrose, Nick and Lilith and the Weird Sisters talking loudly trying to figure out what was wrong with you, the Sister's having found you collapsed in the entrance hall of the school, unconscious and shivering.

Sabrina was holding onto your left hand tightly, and you felt her eyes on you, counting your breaths, assuring herself you were still breathing, you could hear the frustration in your Aunt Zelda’s voice but also the fear as she just didn’t know what was wrong nor did your Aunt Hilda or Ambrose or any of those surrounding your bed.

You couldn’t help but relish having your Aunts, older cousin/brother and your sister near you, though the fact Prudence, Agatha and Dorcas were also present made your heart flutter which was the sodding reason why you were in this mess in the first place. Your head turned to the side and then you spotted that damned bottle filled with those damn pills that left you reduced to this, someone had taken it out of your pockets as you were laid down on the bed.

You struggled to sit up, catching your head in your hands making the others snap in your direction as they watched for a moment as your eyes darted around the room as though trying to make sense of what you were seeing. You struggled to get your thoughts straight then as though finally you had gathered the strength to explain your latest mistake once more…seemed to be the only thing you could make these days as a merciless, self-hating smile spread across your face as your broken mind pulled into being the song you had come up with on one of your...trips.

You gazed directly at Nick and urged your best friend and sister’s boyfriend to listen which he did sitting on your bed and held your free hand, urging you to use him and Sabrina as a way to anchor you to the present. And so, you sang:

“In the woods I met a man.

Old as oak and staff in hand

Sunken eyes but gentle smile

We sat down and talked awhile”.

Lilith’s eyes narrowed at the description of the man but said nothing as you continued.

“And he said I can see it in your eyes.

You've been hurt a couple times.

I've got the perfect antidote.

To cure a heart of stone

Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle”

Your Aunts and Ambrose flinched at the comment of having a heart of stone while Lilith’s eyes narrowed onto the blue bottle of pills, an uneasy feeling in her chest began building in her chest.

“He put them right in my hands.

Said this stuff can do wonders take you to Nirvana.

Make you a better man”.

You smiled mirthless, your eyes straying to Agatha, your eyes on her neck exactly where you had slit her throat and once more the guilt began building in your chest and stomach making you pull your hands out of Sabrina’s and Nick’s clutching your chest shaking your head, your eyes closed tight but you kept singing, your tone irritated in the next two lines but shifting to numb as you continued.

“I should've known something was amiss.

When I saw his smile turn to a grin

But

Then as he left me

There so perplexed

He turned and said”.

You ticked off on your fingers, your eyes opening and staring directly into Ambrose's telling him to focus on what you were about to say…

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You ticked them off on your fingers again just as the old man did for you and what you recited on your way home.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear your mind.

Forget all the hate.

Take as I advised.

Not more than prescribed.

Several weeks ahead

You'll be fine again”.

You sighed and shook your head angrily at yourself, your drugged and messed up mind repeating that you should have shown the pills to your Aunts or Ambrose when you got home but you didn’t.

“So, I went home.

My heart confused.

Didn't know just what to do.

I popped the cap.

And took a dose.

After all what could I lose”

You shrugged, a bitter tone on the last line but lightened with the next your eyes shining with childlike innocence.

“And then I touched the clouds and bathed in sky.

A magic broom a carpet ride

Before I fell and woke in bed”

You struggled as though acting out what you did yourself on that day, finding it hard to remember what he said.

“Tried to repeat the words he said.

One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

What did he say next?

I forget the rest.

But several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You shrugged your bright usual happy smile back again at the thought of being fine making your Aunts and Ambrose flinch at the confirmation you weren’t fine, while Sabrina and Nick tightened their hold on your hands. The Sister's reaction however shocked you as Dorcas had visible tears in her eyes though they didn’t fall while the tightness around Agatha’s eyes and her clenched fists said plenty, Prudence’s eyes were filled with protective rage and promise of vengeance on the one who made you like this, as her lips tightened near turning them white even through her dark lipstick.

“One to numb the hurt.

Two to ease the pain.

Three to clear my mind.

Forget all my hate.

Five could never hurt.

Just to calm my nerves

Several weeks ahead

I'll be fine again”.

You scratched your head looking up as you tried to remember the number of pills the man said you should take but shrugged as if it didn’t matter and continued, your expression going dark and you pulled a knee to your chest.

“Tiny red pills in a big blue bottle

Wish I had the strength back then.

Need to get a refill chase away the evil

All the whispers in my head”

You shook your head once more, your hands going to your ears as you shook it again as though trying to make the whispers going away.

“But I can't find the man I knocked on his door.

His neighbours say no one lived there before.

So now all my days

Just blur in a haze

They go like this”.

You sat back in despair, perplexed at the fact the man didn’t exist but merely confirming Lilith’s suspicions but she waited till the end just to be sure.

“One to stop the chills"

Your body broke out into chills.

"Two to ease the pain."

You clutched at your chest, the pain and guilt surging through your body.

"Three to wash my guilt.

Forget all my shame."

You flashback through everything, you’d done that put your family and the girls you loved in danger all because you couldn’t leave well enough alone.

"Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been.

Here we go again”.

Your eyes darted everywhere before zeroing in on that blue bottle and you sprang for it only to be caught by Ambrose and Nick as they held you up while you struggled to try to get to the bottle needing the words and murmurs in your head to quiet down all the while you sang desperately.

“One to stop the chills”.

Your body once more broke into chills.

“Two to ease the pain”.

You clutched your chest above your heart.

“Three to wash my guilt”.

“Forget all my shame”.

Your eyes darted to Agatha again, hers, Prudence and Dorcas eyes widening along with Ambrose, Nick’s and Sabrina’s as they realised what you were referring to.

“Five could never hurt.

Six couldn't be worse.

Seven days it's been”.

Tears began tracking down your face a broken smile on it as you doubled over once more the two boys picking you up and laying you on your bed as they all watched in suffering as your activeness wore you down you murmured the last few words.

“Here we go again.

Here we go again.

Here we go again.

Oh

To stop the pain

Forget my shame.

Ah”

Your head rested on a pillow your eyes connecting with each person as you counted.

One

Aunt Zelda and Lilith

Two

Aunt Hilda

Three

Ambrose

Four

Nicholas

Five

Sabrina

Six

With the last number, your eyes met the Sisters, a small sweet smile on your face as you somehow gazed into the three of them at once your view began to darken and as everything faded to black you barely managed to get out the last three words:…. “I love you”.

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Evening Passion

The sun had already set, casting a warm orange glow through the window of Olivia and (Y/n)'s bedroom. The two detectives were laying in bed, their limbs tangled together as they kissed deeply, their bodies pressed against each other.

It started as it sometimes did when they came home from work, both numb from the recent case as it emotionally shook them to the core as they sometimes did. (Y/n) had been standing by the window, sipping at a glass of rum, watching as the dying rays of the sun shone through the glass making the amber liquid glow slightly.

Olivia had crept up behind her and wrapped her arms around (Y/n)'s waist, her face buried into (y/n)'s neck as the two stood there, quiet and numb...Olivia pulled away and guided (y/n) away from the window as she downed the rum quickly before placing it in the sink.

The two showered together, needing to be close, to be reminded that they were alive and present...that the case was closed and the perp behind bars...and yet as they lay in bed together curled into one another was not enough as Olivia's hand trailed down her side, reaching for the waistband of her underwear causing her to groan softly.

(Y/n) pressed her lips to Olivia's passion and heat surging through her veins as she pushed Olivia onto her back, gently pushing her hand away, gazing down at Olivia, her (e/c) dark with desire yet love still clearly visible. She leaned in and kissed her again, her tongue teasing and exploring Olivia's mouth. Olivia responded eagerly, her fingers running through (y/n)'s hair as she deepened the kiss.

Her hand slipped under Olivia's underwear, her fingers finding their way to her centre watching as she gasped at the sensation, arching her back as (y/n) began to stroke her. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body responding eagerly to (Y/n)'s touch.

They then spent hours exploring each other, their passion building with each touch and kiss, the heat sparking repeatedly with every noise they made. As they lay there, catching their breath, Olivia's hand roamed over (Y/n)s curves, tracing every inch of her body and taking note of every scar and claiming them, marking (Y/n) as hers and yet still remaining gentle and soft.

(Y/n) groaned softly, her body responding to Olivia's touch. Olivia couldn't get enough of (y/n), her desire for her growing with every passing moment as she kept in contact with her skin she kissed her deeply, tasting her lips as she pulled her close, wanting to feel every inch of her against her skin.

(Y/n) responded eagerly, her own desire burning just as fiercely. She pressed her body against Olivia's, solid and present as the heat between them grow as they moved together, lost in the moment. Their passion was all-consuming, the intensity of their love for each other driving them both to new heights of pleasure.

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Sparks Fly

Emily Prentiss had never been one to back down from a challenge, and when (Y/n) (L/n) walked into the bullpen sporting a new haircut and a leather jacket, she couldn't help but be intrigued. The rest of the team was taken aback by (Y/n)'s transformation, but Emily found herself drawn to her rebellious look.

As the case progressed, Emily found herself increasingly distracted by (Y/n)'s appearance. She couldn't help but steal glances at her during briefings and stakeouts, her mind wandering to thoughts of what it would be like to run her hands through (Y/n)'s short hair.

When the case finally came to a close, Emily knew she had to act on her feelings. She invited (Y/n) out for a celebratory drink, and the two found themselves at a dimly lit bar, sitting in a booth in the back.

As they chatted and sipped their drinks, Emily found herself feeling bolder than usual. She reached across the table and took (Y/n)'s hand in hers, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through her body at the contact.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Emily's ear as she whispered, "I've been waiting for you to make a move all night."

Emily felt her heart race as (Y/n)'s hand trailed up her arm, sending shivers down her spine. Without a word, she stood up and pulled (Y/n) out of the booth, leading her out of the bar and into the cool night air.

As they walked down the deserted street, Emily's hand found its way to the back of (Y/n)'s neck, pulling her in for a searing kiss. (Y/n) responded eagerly, her hands finding their way under Emily's jacket and up her back, pulling her closer.

As they stumbled towards Emily's apartment, their hands and lips never leaving each other's bodies, Emily knew that she had finally found someone who understood her in a way that no one else ever had.

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Stories behind the Images

Ema sat across from Vivienne on the plush carpet of her bedroom, her back against the bedframe and her arms outstretched, her sketchpad with the groups latest painting fraud partially drawn on the page abandoned on the side as Vivienne traced her fingertips over Ema's tattoos, studying each one with a deep fascination. Ema watched as Vivienne's eyes sparkled with a mixture of awe and admiration.

"This one is my favourite," Vivienne said, tracing over the intricate design of a raven with outstretched wings on Ema's left bicep. "How did you come up with this?"

Ema smiled. "I've always been drawn to birds. Ravens especially being my favourite as it also represents prophecy and insight. Ravens in stories often act as psychopomps, connecting the material world with the world of spirits."

Vivienne nodded, her fingers trailing down to the next tattoo. This one was a quote, etched in delicate cursive on the inside of Ema's wrist. "What does this one mean?"

"It's from my favourite book," Ema explained. "It's about finding beauty in the world, even in the darkest of places."

As Vivienne continued to trace over Ema's tattoos, the two of them fell into an easy rhythm of conversation one that wasn’t present until they became more open to one another, oh sure she’d seen them when they were intimate but now…she wanted to know the stories behind the paintings on her skin that were as stunning as the ones she created for the Poppy.

Vivienne's fingers would pause over a tattoo, and she would ask Ema about its significance. Eventually, Vivienne's fingers found their way to the back of Ema's neck, where a small, intricate design was hidden from view. "I've never seen this one before," she said, her voice low and curious.

Ema's cheeks flushed as she explained. "It's a tribute to my aunt…she was the only one of my family who accepted me for my sexuality when the rest of them wouldn’t…she passed away from breast cancer a year or so before I joined the Poppy”

Vivienne's hand came to rest on the back of Ema's neck, her touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

Ema smiled, grateful for Vivienne's understanding. "It's okay. She's always with me, in some way or another."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, and Ema closed her eyes, savouring the warmth of Vivienne's touch. It was then that Vivienne spoke up, her voice almost hesitant. "You know," she said, her fingers still tracing over the tattoo on Ema's neck. "I've been thinking about getting a tattoo myself."

Ema opened her eyes, intrigued. "Really? What would you get?" Vivienne hummed unsure before she shrugged. "I'm not sure. Something that represents me, I guess. But...maybe something that represents us, too."

Ema's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. "Us?"

Vivienne met Ema's gaze, her eyes shining with a quiet intensity. "Yeah. Us. I don't know exactly what it would be, but...something that reminds me of you. Something that reminds me of this moment."Ema felt a warmth spreading through her chest, and she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Vivienne's lips. "I think that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard," she murmured.

Vivienne smiled, her fingers still tracing over Ema's tattoos. "I mean it," she said. "I want something that reminds me of you, always." Ema's heart swelled with love as she leaned back against the bedframe, Vivienne's hand still resting on the back of her neck. They stayed like that for a long time, lost in each other's company and the promise of something beautiful and permanent on the horizon.

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A Change in Style

Olivia Benson walked into her apartment, worn out and tired from the current case she'd been working on that had recently been brought to a stop until more evidence or clearance came through.

She dropped her bag onto one of the chairs by the breakfast bar and kicked off her shoes as she collapsed on the couch, her blazer tossed over the back and exhaled deeply. The case wasn't the only reason she was tired lately emotionally and physically, she hadn't seen her girlfriend (Y/N) (L/N) in a while and was missing her quite severely. Sure they talked on the phone and (Y/n) often sent her flowers even when she knew she was working late on a case, dinner on occasion but still, it wasn't the same as having her girlfriend physically with her.

As she got up and headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, a soft knock emitted from her door. Brow furrowing in confusion but made her way to the entrance and opened the door and gasped when she saw you standing on the other side.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing here?" Olivia exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug, and burying her face into her girlfriend's neck. "I missed you too much, Liv" You explained quietly burying your face into Liv's hair "I couldn't wait any longer".

She held you for a few moments longer, revelling in the feeling of her girlfriend's body pressed against hers. When they finally pulled apart, Liv still holding your hand, tugged you into her apartment, making sure to close the door, she then finally noticed the change in your appearance since you got there.

And she was stunned.

Since she'd known you, you've had long hair that annoyed you immensely but you could never be bothered to cut it or similar...until sometime in the past couple days, you had it cut till it was a sleek pixie cut that accentuated your sharp features and stunning (y/e/c) in a way your long hair never did. Her mouth went dry as she took in the sight of you and felt an intense wave of desire wash over her.

"(Y/n)" She breathed, her eyes trailing over your new hairstyle "You look....incredible" You grin sheepishly, pleased by her reaction yet still shy, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "You really like it?" you ask shyly.

Olivia nodded, her heart rate quickening as she once more took it in "I love it" she murmured, stepping closer to you "It's so...hot" Your eyes widen in surprise and Liv leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, feeling the electricity between the two of you, the heat of your body radiating against your own. It had been too long since you'd last been together like this, and she was not going to waste a single moment of your time together.

As you kissed, Liv constantly ran her hands through your hair, relishing in the soft, short locks against her fingertips, she knew this would only be the beginning of a long, intense evening and she couldn't wait to show you how much she loved this new look of yours.