scarlet looked at the blonde as she admitted she loved bothering both of them. “oh, i can tell,” she raised her eyebrows at lennon, a knowing smirk on her lips. “i see that look on your face every time you tease us,” she added, clearly amused. her eyes stayed on her as she leaned against the counter. “of course you weren’t wrestling—since when can’t you just say you were with our boyfriend?” she laughed, tilting her head slightly. “what, did you suddenly get shy talking about it?” she teased, a playful pout forming. as lennon admitted she was curious, scarlet let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “you really are something,” she murmured, the smirk still there but softer now. "i will for sure touch myself to the thought of you two wrestling, and you moaning, and prestley pinning you down " she listed, she licked her lips playfully. when the topic shifted, she moved past her, her hand brushing lightly along her lower back as she headed to the fridge. “what about pancakes? with cream,” she suggested casually, opening it. “maybe some fruit too,” she added, glancing back over her shoulder. “sweet enough for you, babygirl?”
At the mention of their boyfriend, she pressed a hand to her chest in mock surprise. “Shy? Me?” she asked, leaning closer with playful disbelief. “Please. I was trying to be classy for at least five minutes.” Her eyes flicked with amusement. “Clearly that was just wasted effort.” When Scarlet listed off her fantasy so boldly, Lennon bit back another laugh, cheeks warming just enough to be noticeable. “You are outrageously hot,” she murmured, voice lower now, equal parts entertained and impressed. “And dangerously confident for someone standing this close to me." As Scarlet brushed past her, Lennon glanced down at the touch to her lower back, then followed her toward the fridge at an unhurried pace. She leaned against the counter beside her, shoulder nearly brushing hers. “Pancakes with cream and fruit?” she repeated, eyes dragging over Scarlet with exaggerated consideration. Lennon’s laugh came soft as she leaned against the counter, eyes dropping briefly to everything Scarlet was pulling from the fridge before lifting back to her. “Yes,” she said easily, smile spreading across her lips. “Very much yes to the pancakes, the cream, the fruit, all of it.” She stepped a little closer, playful energy still dancing in her gaze. “Honestly, you had me at pancakes. The rest was just showing off.” Her fingers tapped lightly against the counter beside Scarlet’s hand. “Need any help? And are we gonna serve some upstairs to Presley too?” she asked softly, tilting her head toward the room with a cute little smile. “He looks like he could do with an energy boost. I think I wore him out a little too much this morning."

















