#jentegra

[consectatiox]

(IC, Same one as before) Does not ask permission. Bit of a possessive person.

"Well well, now that I have a bit of an idea of whom this may be...I'd have to say a 'yes', depending on if I'm right~"

[consectatiox]

I want the K :D ((Let's try this again ><))

5-Firm kiss

The rhythmic tap of her own fingers against the desk was stating to bore in on her own nerves, so she could hardly understand how Agent Fiona could stand it. For nearly 15 minutes it continued and the woman sat across from her at her desk, pointedly ignoring Integra.

What could the Heiress be waiting for that Agent Fiona couldn't provide? What could possibly be causing this kind of dismay?

An answer. That's all she wanted. Simple, straight, yes or no. None of this 'It's pointless because I'll die soon anyway' bullshit. They lived in a world were death was inevitable, yes, but that did not mean that love was impossible...Did it?

Not to Integra. No, that only made her want it more. To keep a cherished part of being human that seldom in their position could experience.

Without warning, she stood, leaned over the desk and took her chin in hand, tilting it up with a commanding air...Before pressing her lips to Agent Fiona's firmly, deeply, holding it before pulling back and standing. 

She regarded her with an oddly cold glare for a woman who had just kissed another. 

"I do not play riddles, I do not play games." She drawled. "You either do reciprocate, or you do not. That is all there is to it."

With that, she left the woman to dwell on her words, exiting her study to find a quiet place to smoke...Away from her primary source of stress. 

[consectatiox]

that moment when you're doing everything in your power not to ship something and -----