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VERA WEISZ

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[heiroglyphs]

[Vera's spent far too long studying how to flirt to not be at least okay at it. Maybe she gets lucky every once in a while.]

Tout ce que je veux, c'est être dans tes bras ce soir. [She traces little circles on the side of Soleil's neck with the tips of her finger.]

Should we order dinner while the night is young? Ou préférez-vous commencer le plat principal?

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Je pense que tu sais.

[Soleil is not the patient sort. There are few things that take precedence over food, but this is one of them. She gives Vera's thigh a squeeze.]

I've got all I want right in front of me.

[heiroglyphs]

[If Vera's face wasn't red before, it certainly is now. The closeness, those words, and that hand on her thigh are making her heart pound inside her chest. Before she knows it, her legs are wrapped tight around the taller girl's waist.]

P-prends-moi et fais-moi le tien.

[sunnymerc]

[Between Vera's nervousness and the so very direct request, Soleil is excited.]

Comme tu veux, ma princesse.

[She gives Vera a soft, gentle kiss.]

[heiroglyphs]

[This is exactly what Vera wanted. The warmth, the closeness, the taste of her lover's lips. She lets out a low sigh, sinking into Soleil's arms as her eyes drift shut. One hand roams to the back of the taller girl's head, fingers running through her new pink locks.]

Mn...

[sunnymerc]

[Soleil is most comfortable here, with someone in her arms. It is so easy to forget about all the nonsense about Retrospec and school and their future with Vera on her lap. She couldn't think of anything but the feeling of the girl's lips and the weight of her petite body on her lap.

She closes her eyes and tilts her head as she deepens the kiss.]

[heiroglyphs]

[Nothing matters right now. All of her stress and worries melt away, until all she can focus on are the strong arms around her and the soft lips against her own.

Her second hand reaches up to grasp at the taller girl's collar, tugging on the handful of shirt to keep her close.]