Smooch pwease ??
{ kisses | closed }
Moira has grown quite fond of the leader of the Deadlock gang.
It doesn’t come as much of a surprise- from their first meeting, there was a strange sort of electricity. Moira admired a woman who knew how to take control; Ashe could respect someone willing to risk everything to achieve a goal. Similar, yet different. Since then, their arrangements have formed a pattern.
The Deadlock gang delivers on a request for goods. Moira thanks them for their diligent service and pulls Ashe away to pay her. When they are alone, they collide; Moira’s hands in her white hair, pulling her close, their lips crashing together, Ashe biting her bottom lip until it hurts. Smirks. A glint in Ashe’s eyes as Moira drops to her knees, taking the other woman’s pants down with her, pressing hot kisses against her thighs, up and up until, well...
Moira gives them cash, of course. The rest... she’ll call it a tip.
When the time comes for Moira to depart, there is no need to exchange words; she simply places a final kiss on the corner of Ashe’s mouth. Softer now. A parting gift- a silent wish good luck, until they meet again.
