(xmas girlfriends?? u know it) "C'mon. It's tradition, your highness." The nickname is laced with amusement, which reaches the big, teasing grin on her face. Golden eyes sparkle with mischief as she dangles the mistletoe above her own head. "Or is that you just can't reach?" She gives a low chuckle, leaning down until her face is close to Nyx, but still far enough that she would need to stretch up on her toes to kiss her.
she had heard and seen such tradition all around in her years of traveling and exploring aimlessly, one she doesn’t quite understand the reason behind but not enough to evoke her curiosity and make her pursue reasons and answers. “ that’s a rather odd tradition, if I may say — ” one eye closed, other squinting at plant. how could a twig cause so much ruckus in the population? the powers a human mind can muster are truly unbelievable.
however, she’s aware of what that entails, sure that her lover was just showing that as an excuse to win a kiss. though the provocation was unexpected — and uncalled for. her brow quirk, corners of mouth downward; it’s not her fault Sakuya’s much taller than her. sighing, gripping bridge of nose and eyes closed, her head lowering to her usual height instead of continuing to gaze at decoration. “ you know — ” eyes opened as quick as they closed, demoness grabbing her lover’s shirt and pulling it down; there’s no gentleness to it. her strength might not match Sakuya’s when the other’s prepared but they’re not. she rips clothing in the process but that matters very little to creature, able to grasp their chin with free hand and pull it for an equally not as gentle kiss; one that leaves no room for chaste caresses. there’s violence when lips crash and tongue abruptly invades their mouth, wet noises filling in the quiet room as she again and again comes back for more. in the end, they part. luscious lips glistening with saliva, index grazing against them and entering her mouth, she sucks on it provocatively — coal eyes fixated on her tall, beautiful partner until finger leaves with a pop.
“ very rude of you — to mock your queen. ” her chuckle is a mix of devilry and delight. “ — should the culprit be punished ~ ? ” woman hums.
