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“My poor old lady,” Sypha teased, as Greta was stretching again with a groan.
Greta turned to her with a grin, though she could not help but roll her eyes. “They say age brings wisdom. Which does explain certain things.”
With a pout, Sypha leaned against the kitchen table. “I am almost as old as you are.”
“And still don’t look like it, my dear bloodsucker.”
“I am rather sure, that my mind does reflect my age, though.”
Greta was having too much fun, teasing her back. She crossed her arms, looking at the woman, whose hair was still nice and red. “Does it, though?”
“I am rather sure it does.”
“I am rather sure you ended up only more reckless in your ‘old age’.”
Sypha raised an eyebrow, as she looked at her. Leaning in closer, she eyed Greta. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Greta smirked. “It means that in a way you can be more childish than before.”
Now, Sypha grunted. “You like teasing me a bit too much.”
“I love it,” Greta replied and took her hand to pull her even closer. “In more than one way.” With that she pressed her lips against the vampire’s.