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Arachne told Hypnos and Dig that she would never, ever understand the appeal of a leash and why someone would subject themselves to be that humiliated.
That was her opinion.
She stuck to it.
But… how she loved to feel the tie tighten around her neck when Yanna pulled her into an earnest kiss. How her heart beat fast when she was dragged by it. How the fabric looked beautiful wrinkled and twisted on the blond's hands.
And that was happening again, the Greek girl was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, using her adorable accent, as she slid her hands under the blazer, under the dress shirt. Yanna's hands were always unbelievably cold, and with summer it only made the shock against her hot skin more intense.
“Θέλω να σε fuck.”
Arachne arched an eyebrow, placing both hands on Yanna's waist. “Oh? Did you just say 'fuck'?”
The blond sat back on her thighs and eyed her with lust, brown eyes shimmering red under the last rays of sunlight, her skin glowing with the sunset. Yanna held Arachne's face with both hands and rubbed her thumbs on the girl's cheekbones, whispering meaningless words in Greek. At least to her ears, because with the intensity of her words, Ara felt shivers going up her spine, feeling her body flare up with desire.
But she could contain herself.
“So… Are you going to translate for me?”
“Hum...” Yan hummed, her face close, lips hoovering about Ara’s. “Οχι.”
And then they kissed, Arachne using one of her hands to bring Yanna closer, as the other grabbed her thigh. Her lips were soft against hers, sweet strawberry chapstick, it made Ara smile with the familiarity.
She felt a tug on her tie as Yan deepened the kiss, and as their breaths got shallower, the fabric around her neck got tighter. But it was exciting, Arachne didn't want to stop. So she slid, maneuvering her and Yanna until they were laying on the couch. The blond with her legs straddled around the brunette's waist.
Strangled huffs and gasps made Yanna break the kiss, staring at her girlfriend with worry.
“Oh, God!” The girl released the tie and unfastened the knot with trembling fingers. “You should have stopped me!” Ara held both of her hands in place.
“I'm fine. ” She stressed, even though her hoarse voice contradicted it. “I'd say something if it was hurting.”
Yan stopped on her tracks, the worried and soft expression slowly turning into tease and curiosity. “Oh really?”
Arachne shrugged. “Being a little out of breath never hurt anyone.”
“Hum… I thought you didn't like leashes.”
She furrowed her brows. “I don't.”
The med girl slid her finger on the reddish line around her neck. “You sure about that?”
She rolled her eyes. “I would never subject myself to that.”
“But you like to be held tightly. Firmly.” She bent until their noses rubbed. “Closely.”
Arachne didn't falter, staring intensely at the redish eyes. “Well, it's a tie.”
“A tie is nothing more but a pretty leash.”
“I strongly disagree.”
“It is.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.” Arachne said, pushing Yanna away, the girl yelped as she fell to the floor.
“You are wrong and you know it!” She said with a wicked grin, smile lines appearing near her eyes.
Would it be better to ignore her and make dinner or continue with the argument?
Arachne decided for the first, getting up and going for the kitchen without muttering a single word. She used the recipe book to make dinner, they ate in almost complete silence, if not for the occasional hisses from Licorice and Yanna's giggles from everytime they locked eyes.
A tie was not a leash.
She showered and went to bed, with her back turned to her girlfriend. Yanna tried to scoot closer, but she'd just give a dirty glance over her shoulder.
“Petty.” The blond said with a sweet smile.
Arachne rolled her eyes and went back to sleep.
Despite her best efforts, they woke up cuddling, faces close together and in a messy hug. The brunette tried to move away, but the Greek girl secured her there with an iron grip.
“It is a leash.” She mumbled with a husky voice, kissing her cheek.
“No.”
“Yes.”