marianaxarellano:
“People usually ask you for things? The pretty girl curse,” Mariana commented, eyes drawn to the other girl’s lip. Flirting was something Mariana had excelled at an early age, the perks of being a child of the goddess of love, but something about this other girl was slowly throwing her off her game. It was a tad bit unsettling, but her father’s side was flourishing at the thought of a challenge. “I have some other things deeper in the bag that might fight your taste better.” She tried not to stare at the other girl putting on her shirt, but as close as they were together and with nothing else interesting around to look at, she found herself watching the fabric fall against tanned skin. “I’m not gonna lie, you might be pulling that off better than I could.”
“Normally for my number or ‘what that mouth do’ and few get to know either answer..” She giggled playfully. It wasn’t very often that she met something that could keep up with her. They often just were jaw slacked, it was fun to actually have a game of back and forth. While she was very much like her mother, loving watching people crawl on their hands in knees just to get a taste, this was so much fun. “What fits my taste is not having any clothing on at all. The world just hasn’t accepted my obviously superior views.” Rolling her eyes playfully, the hiked the shirt up as high she could just to push it a little more. Anything that could get all the attention on her, she’d do. “I’m sure you could pull it off better than I could, as long as you were pulling it off my body.”
