distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck. - ahmya
kiss and tell
ahmya bushida was an enigma. a situation the scientist couldn't control, nor predict. lips touched, and drew shivers from the skin like they were owed a reaction: a land they mined to produce only the best of jewels. nadia was not a woman that cared for interruptions, a mind so melded to her work some could hardly tell where the person ended and where the company started. “ ahmya. ” the scientist warned, brows furrowed like a sign of the impending storm. but she didn't push, didn't jolt nor anger. instead, tools were forgotten and placed onto the desk, head lulled to the side to expose pulse point. an invitation for lover, eyes closed. how entirely too docile for the woman of steel. “ is there a reason for this interruption? i was busy. ”