Anne’s dark eyes flashed in amusement, a chuckle coming from the back of her throat. “Sansa, don’t you know me? I don’t know the word ‘can’t.’”
She pressed her forehead to the younger girl’s, their lips inches apart. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she breathed deeply, smelling that unique smell that was distinctly Sansa. It was the first time she’d smelled it that close, and it was heavenly.
She shivered. The contact became suddenly more intimate, and the red haired girl couldn't help but blush and feel warmness spread from her chest to her belly button… And below. She bit her lip, trying to control her more primary instincts, but having Anne in front of her, with her hair a little messy, her lips swollen and both of their perfumes mixing in the air she was having a hard time.
They had f o u r minutes left… They would stop them if Sansa couldn't, and that was the thought that settled it up.
❝Fuck…❞ She whispered before collapsing her lips against Anne's once more. Desperately, wildly…
