@mandytwoshoes sent: [ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
mandy's being gentle with her and that would move her more if it were a choice. but courtney suspects it's more that mandy doesn't know any other way to be in this context. she's watching this hero undo her pants for her with an arched eyebrow and a smile of amusement.
"i'm not gonna fuckin' bite you for doing something wrong, y'know. i mean—" she wants to. how fun it'd be to hear her squeal about it. no way is she ready for that though. mandy's always been sweet to her, sweet for her, in a way that's distinctly fuckable. maybe knowing someone has a soft spot for her just makes her want to press on it, see just how soft she is beneath all that stupid superhero shit.
courtney shuts herself up before she can ruin this, holding mandy's chin to kiss her. she licks into her mouth, more at home here than she should be. luck favors the bold, after all. and obviously that's the universal truth, since somehow, she's got mandy back at her little studio apartment.
"does this get you off?" she laughs, tucking mandy's hair behind her ear. "i feel like a present for some kid who's, like— weirdly, very autistically determined to reuse the wrapping paper later." the unspoken agreement, the warmth in her voice, is that if it's what mandy wants, so be it. courtney's just happy to be here.
