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“You better not mess up my outfit,” Lavender huffed as Pansy’s lips ghosted over her neck and pressed to the decorative cherries she placed on her ears. As Pansy’s laugh rang in her ears, Lavender pulled back to give a look of warning. “I mean it, this took a lot of work.” She said, gesturing to her outfit.
“I can imagine,” Pansy replied lowly, dragging her eyes down Lavender’s body. Her voice sent heat to Lavender’s core and she clamped her thighs together. Licking her lips, Pansy asked, “Why cherries?”
Lavender smirked, she knew Pansy knew why, but if she wanted to play this game Lavender certainly could too. She offered a small shrug of her shoulders, “They’re sweet,”
Pansy licked her lips and Lavender tracked the movement. “Sweeter than me?” Pansy asked, eliciting a laugh from Lavender.
“I don’t think that’s the adjective I would use,” Lavender replied coyly.
Pansy’s eyes shined and her lips curled into a smirk before leaning down and pressing her lips to hers. And as Pansy pushed her tongue into Lavender’s mouth, taking charge in the kiss, Lavender knew Pansy knew exactly what words she’d use to describe her.