â come here⌠kiss me. â (sorry not sorry)
Had she heard correctly? Was this beautiful woman ( someone who had been assumed a figment of her imagination ), actually requesting a kiss from her. It wasnât SHOCKING for Queenie to hear this kind of desire from another, albeit most of the time it was through private thoughts â and yet, it was slightly more stun worthy to hear those words from Mary. Perhaps it was the fact that Queenie had most of their memories from her childhood. Memories of the other woman almost offering a motherly role for her ⌠a carer when she was suffering over the loss of her parents. Tina had been an instant MOTHER to her also but nothing compared what Mary had done for her. The true magic and things that seemed to be IMPOSSIBLE.Â
Her eyes darted across to the other, scanning for any sign of jest. There was none. Perhaps a smile lingering on the others lips but mostly sincerity. Queenie didnât even attempt to hear any thoughts, she didnât have to. Not with Mary. Everything was sincere and meant when it came to her.Â
        âI suppose ONE shouldnât keep another waiting when they want tâ be kissed âŚ. that would be terribly RUDE of me, wouldnât it?âÂ
A smirk tugged her lips as Queenie sauntered over, taking a seat right beside her. She may have attempted to throw a little accent for her, nothing that sounded remotely acceptable but it was fun. Something she knew the other could appreciate, at least she hoped so. None of that mattered as she slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against the others, eyes remaining open to gauge her reaction before she finally relaxed into it. Eyes fell shut, body completely fell into the others as her hand reached trailed up so she could toy with the others hair. âMay I take the pins out of yâ hair, Mary? You look incredibly BEAUTIFUL at all times but Iâd imagine youâre even more so with your hair down. Anâ I kinda wanna play with it while I kiss yâ some more.âÂ
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