ghostfiish
“You? Shameless?” Valerie mock-gasped. She gently poked Dani’s tattooed chest. “You mean you have ink in even more shameless places than here?”
Instead of pulling away, her finger lingered there, very lightly tracing the pattern of clock- just at the edges of the scar, as though she could smear and swirl the ink into something post-modern.
Dani surprises her by leaning into it, and practically purrs. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The piercing on her lip made every syllable, every little movement much more noticeable.
Valerie looked down between them again. Dani’s hand was on her knee, dangerously close to hem of her dress, tapping a nervous little tempo that perfectly matched the thumping in Valerie’s chest.
Oh God help her, she kind of did. She really really did.
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catnippackets
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