Taiga had sneaked in her tent, knowing that Krys' tentmate was in watch. The girl smirked slightly, as she straddled her hips, leaning down to press her lips roughly against the other's. ( oops? )
That would be a nice wake up call if she didn’t have to get up in a few hours and it shows when there’s an agitated groan rolling off her tongue before her hands find the other’s hips and her fingers dig in just a bit. Doesn’t push her off, though, also won’t open her eyes even when their lips meet. All she does is pull her head back slightly and give a sleepy frown.
“The fuck are y’doin’?”















