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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Zaria had gotten more sleep than James thus far, even if the ‘sleep’ on the bike was barely that. She’d managed to doze off for that half an hour before the meeting started, stretching across the couch and James alike in a manner that was more catlike than anything else. She hadn’t been eager to wake up, not from the warm and comfortable place she’d found (i.e. James, pillow extraordinaire), but the meeting itself had been enlightening if not anxiety inducing for her. She still wasn’t sure if she belonged in this group, life felt a lot easier when she was simply committing credit card fraud and bouncing between hotels. 

She was here now though, and backing out felt like a worse idea than committing. She stretched, elbow bumping against James, before springing to her feet like she wasn’t going on very little sleep and sheer willpower. [color=00674F]"I’m going to pick a…house…thingy,"[/color] she frowned for a second, puzzled over the name. Penthouse was odd, she was familiar with terms like apartment, house, [i]castle[/i]…but a penthouse? At least there was a housekeeper, the idea of trying to use a broom was still daunting to her. [color=00674F]"Then I’m going to sleep for fifteen hours, see you in the morning Judge, James."[/color] 

She gave a mock salute before heading for the kiosk, humming under her breath softly. Aria got there just as the man—Tim? Tito?—stalked away angrily, leaving behind…[i]damn.[/i] Zaria’s eyes bounced from the woman's chest to her face and then away, a soft flush coloring her cheeks as she resolutely smacked her pointer finger against the screen, pausing the squint at the shattered glass on the table around it. Had it always been that way…? Whatever, didn’t matter. She just had to pick a…house. Yes, getting a free house was nice. 


Ronnie stepped aside letting the woman sidle up to the kiosk and browse the available residences. While her mood might have been soured by Theo’s outburst and [i]very[/i] rude acceptance of her timely reappearance in his life, a hot blonde had a wonderful way of perking up her spirits. Speaking of perky… Her gaze unabashedly trailed down the woman’s body, following the silver chains of her necklaces and caressing the black stitching of the snakes whose heads perfectly masked her nipples. Ronnie’s mind wandered to what lived beneath the embroidered reptiles and what it’d be like to capture the pink flesh between her lips. 

She cleared her throat, watching the woman stare at the screen perplexed by all her choices. Ronnie reached out and took the woman’s hand in hers. [color=217c85]"You should choose—"[/color] she guided her finger to press Floor 18, which coincidentally was one floor above her own, [color=217c85]"—This one."[/color] She met her hazel gaze with an impish grin. [color=217c85]"I love a woman on top."[/color] Ronnie’s voice was soft like velvet, her words were warm and caressed the girl’s skin as her lips hovered dangerously close to her ear.

Smooth, cool fingers curled around her wrist and Zaria felt her heart do a little flip in her chest. Their fingers overlapped, and she let her hand be guided as warmth pooled low in her stomach. She didn’t even look at the screen as she chose the room, turning her head instead to meet the beautiful woman’s eyes. The blush to her cheeks darkened as warm breath fanned over her ear, and it took everything in her to not shiver. 

She felt at a loss for an eloquent response for a moment, eyes slipping from the woman's gaze to her lips and then back again, a coy smile dimpled one of Zaria’s cheeks. [color=00674F]"I always enjoy the view from on top."[/color] It was a little more blunt than she’d have normally liked, but she had a running list of things she wanted to do before she inevitably was dragged back to her father’s side and this woman had just made the top three. 

Zaria subconsciously wet her lips, taking great effort to turn toward the [i]screen[/i] and not stare at the woman's fingers. The photos provided for the…[i]house[/i] were quite nice. Not anything like her castle, but close enough that she’d feel more in her depth for the first time in a very long time. The listed dimensions didn’t mean much to her, though she brightened a little when she spotted that an indoor garden was listed for the room. She’d always wanted to try growing flowers. [color=00674F]"I’m Aria, I didn’t catch your name."[/color] 

[color=217c85]"Veronica, Ronnie,"[/color] she replied as her gaze trailed along Aria’s bottom lip hungrily before flitting back to her eyes. [color=217c85]"But you’re welcome to call me [i]whatever[/i] you’d like."[/color] The tip of Ronnie’s index finger rested on the black trimming of her current fixation’s revealing bra. Her touch slowly followed the fabric until it reached the convergence of material and the dagger necklace. She gently grabbed the small knife charm and gave it a light tug. [color=217c85]"Did you match me on purpose or are you just happy to see me?"[/color] She laughed softly at the playful twist on an old corny pick up line. It was cheesy as hell, but if it made Aria laugh then she’d call it a success.

A soft laugh pulled from Zaria, and she could feel all of her earlier tension bleeding away for a new sort of tension, her bottom lip catching between her teeth as Ronnie’s finger trailed across the hem of her bra, heat rolling down her spine. She could think of several things she’d be calling her by the end of the night.

[color=cdb6d6]"Maybe she was matching me?"[/color] Jules slipped in on Zaria’s other side, her left hand quickly tapping at the console screen to begin selecting her own penthouse. The choice was simple, as she slid to the bottom-most available floor and tapped it to confirm. It was a simple suite, with lots of space and reasonably furnished. She preferred something more minimalistic, despite her current means of dress. Satisfied with her selection, her gaze shifted towards the two women. She stood a little [i]too[/i] close behind Zaria. She did not bother to hide her thorough scan of Ronnie’s outfit. Her gaze slowly lifted from her tights to her straps, lingering on her figure before settling on her lips. Jules’ flashed a devilish smirk. [color=cdb6d6]"Though I’d be concerned if you were… Mine isn’t exactly showing at the moment."[/color] Jules wrapped an arm over Zaria’s shoulder, reaching down to grab at Ronnie’s free hand. She lifted it up to her own lips, planting a delicate kiss on the back of it. She was interested to see what reaction she could get out of the woman if she matched her energy. [color=cdb6d6]"You can call me Jules."[/color]

The smirk grew across Ronnie’s lips as her hand was stolen and brought to another woman’s lips. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the growing collection of stunning blondes. While she was a firm believer in the more the merrier, she only had two hands and liked to give [i]every[/i] beautiful creature the attention they deserved. Both of the lovely specimens before her deserved just that. At the mention of a third snake hidden from view, Ronnie didn’t attempt to hide her wandering gaze as it scanned Jules’s pin striped pant suit, imagining all the creative places a slithering reptile could live on that body. [color=217c85]"Is that an invitation?"[/color] She asked with a raised brow. [color=217c85]"I’ve always enjoyed show and tell."[/color]

Zaria had been stuck between a rock and a hard place before, but only figuratively. She floundered for a second as the heat of a second body radiated behind her, an arm curling over the delicate slope where her neck and shoulder met, the curve of the woman's hand brushing over the cusp of her breast as she caught Veronica’s hand. A shaky exhale escaped her, warm breath fanning over Ronnie’s hand as it grazed her cheek on the way to Jules lips. She mentally refigured her to do list, her blush spreading across the exposed skin of her chest. 

[color=00674F]"Well,"[/color] the pitch of her voice gave away how flustered she was, but she was proud of the fact that she wasn’t squirming yet. Zaria hadn’t had nearly enough sleep in the last forty-eight hours to be as composed as she’d like. [color=00674F]"I can’t say I’ve ever quite been in this position, but you won’t hear me complain."[/color] She tilted her head back ever so slightly, catching a glimpse of blue eyes and soft, ivory skin. Christ, was everyone in this tower a smoke show, because it sure as hell seemed like it. 

Her flusterings were adorable and endearing. Ronnie let Jules keep a hold of her one hand while her other brushed some of Aria’s blonde hair behind her ear tenderly. [i]What was she just saying about two hands?[/i] [color=217c85]"I can think of a few positions I’d enjoy putting you in,"[/color] she commented plainly, her gaze intense yet challenging as she looked between both women with a welcoming and tempting smile.

Jules was always fond of a challenge. She met Ronnie’s gaze, before looking towards the back of Zaria’s head. A smirk crossed her lips, as Jules shifted her head to Zaria’s other side. She helped to stroke back the loose strands of blonde with her left hand, sliding in a touch closer so she could speak directly into Zaria’s ear. Her volume was just loud enough for Ronnie to listen, making eye contact with the woman as she spoke. [color=cdb6d6]"I hope there’s room for one more in those positions."[/color] Jules brushed the tips of her fingers along the back of Zaria’s neck, tracing down along the back of her shoulders. [color=cdb6d6]"I usually prefer a glass of wine before a [i]meal[/i], though. And at least two before I show you [i]all[/i] of my ink."[/color]

Well, if she hadn’t been squirming before she certainly was now. Zaria’s breath hitched, and she found it suddenly very difficult to keep eye contact with Ronnie. She hadn’t expected to get this far, especially not in a place like this. She’d been certain it would be all business here, very little pleasure, but apparently she was wrong. [color=00674F]"I think—"[/color] her voice caught in her throat as fingers softly trailed across her shoulders, back arching ever so slightly at the gentle touch as it skimmed across her sensitive spine. Her chest brushed against Veronica, and she hastily tried to correct her posture as the warmth of Jules lips grazed her earlobe. [color=00674F]"Wine, wine sounds good."[/color]

Zaria instinctively reached out to the table to steady herself, these two women were like a whirlwind that she’d gotten caught up in. If James was still in the room, he was most certainly judging her. Her fingers brushed across loose glass, and she jerked her hand back, shooting a traitorous look down at the damned shattered tabletop. [color=00674F]"I’d imagine I could have a bottle or two sent up to my…penthouse."[/color] Her accent snuck through as she spoke the unfamiliar word, an edge of uncertainty in her tone at the end of her sentence. Really, what did [i]penthouse[/i] even mean? It just sounded strange, but she had much more important things to focus on.

Ronnie’s smirk only grew as she watched the beautiful blondes before her flirting and sending their own glances her way. Her hand that brushed Aria’s hair behind her shoulder slowly slid down the woman’s arm and snaked around to rest on the small of her back. Were others watching them? No idea. Did she care? Not in the slightest. [color=217c85]"Wine [i]does[/i] sound quite good,"[/color] she agreed as her thumb slipped beneath the hem of Aria’s jacket to stroke the bare skin of her back. [color=217c85]"Give me twenty minutes to get settled and into something… [i]more scandalous[/i] and I’ll meet you there."[/color]

Then with her arm still around Aria, Ronnie gently took Jules’s chin between her thumb and index finger and pulled her in closer. Without a care for others in the room, she gave the woman a tender peck on the lips. While keeping her close, Ronnie turned her head and did the same to Aria, feeling the girl’s racing pulse through her supple skin. When she pulled away a devious smirk grew across her lips. [color=217c85]"See you lovelies [i]very[/i] soon."[/color] She flashed them both a wink, letting her hand wander a little south as she stepped away and headed for the elevators.

Beyond flustered, Zaria had to squeeze her thighs together to try and temper the sudden heat that collected there with all the intensity of her thundering heartbeat. Her eyes had automatically slipped shut as soft lips pressed to her own, fleeting and swift but still expertly gentle. Her eyes snapped back open when she felt Ronnie’s wandering hand, feeling off kilter as the woman took her leave and left her alone with Jules. 

Jules shifted her hand over the woman’s coat as she slowly walked around her prey. She kept it firmly on the woman’s back as she came into view, speaking softly to avoid further attention. [color=cdb6d6]"I just need to move my car down to the garage, and then I can meet you up on…"[/color] Jules craned her neck just in front of Zaria’s face, getting a look at the screen. [color=cdb6d6]"Floor 18."[/color] She turned back, their lips tantalizingly close as her half-lidded eyes met Zaria’s gaze. [color=cdb6d6]"Would you like me to change into something more comfortable first, or… "[/color] Jules slid her hands up the lapels of her suit jacket, [color=cdb6d6]"Do you want to take this off me?"[/color]

[color=00674F]"Take it off of you."[/color] Zaria’s face burned at how quickly she answered, and then she decided…[i]fuck it.[/i] Her hands curled around Jules’s jacket, and she tugged her in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was less tender and more senselessly passionate. She pressed into the other woman's mouth without waiting for permission, groaning softly at how sweet she tasted, before pulling back just as quickly. A lazy grin adorned her face, and she slid her hand up Jules throat, thumb rubbing just beneath her bottom lip. [color=00674F]"I’ll see you up there, sweetheart."[/color] 

And with all the poise and confidence she could muster, Zaria turned on her heel and sauntered to where she’d left her bag, and James, by the couch. She grinned brightly at the man, giving him a thumbs up as she hefted her back onto one of her shoulders. [color=00674F]"Change of plans, see you in the morning boys."[/color] 


A slight blush had filled Jules’ cheeks, but she remained otherwise unphased. She smoothed out the creases on the front of her suit, giving a quick glance towards whoever remained in the lobby. Her eyes briefly trailed over towards Zaria, getting a better look at the rest of her. A smile returned to her lips, soft and warm, before she turned back to the kiosk. She looked over the floorplan briefly, making a note of the bar's location. She turned on her heels, and quickly made her way out towards her SUV.

She pulled it around to the garage entrance, noting how it seemed to open automatically. The Stark kid clearly worked quickly. She drove down the ramp, and rolled the car into the nearest spot next to the elevators. She was going to have a hell of a time moving everything down to the armory and up to her room [i]later[/i]. She had a much more fulfilling engagement, and one that seemed far too sudden for most. This was just another assignment for Jules, though the perks were far more appealing here than in some run-down safehouse in Berlin. A small part of her hoped the job would never end, so she would never have to leave. She sighed, turning the car off and hopping out to head on up.

She made a pit stop at the bar, opting for a nice bottle of lambrusco and a bottle of champagne. She wasn't optimistic on a drop touching any of their lips before the tryst began, but she could be surprised. She stacked them on a server's tray, along with three wine glasses and three flutes. She topped it off with a triangle-folded napkin in the center. She carried the full tray with ease to the elevator, and began her ascent to the 18th floor. While in the elevator, she made a show of wobbling the tray slightly before setting it down to rearrange its contents. Crouched over the tray, she slipped a hand under her jacket and unholstered her sidearm. With a quick and flawless motion, she tucked it into the napkin and set it back on the tray. By the time the elevator doors opened on the 18th floor, Jules was back upright and ready to serve in more ways than one.

Her penthouse, though it was more like a very fancy apartment, was perfect. Zaria had paused once she stepped off the elevator, taking a moment to simply soak in the idea that she didn’t have to bounce from place to place anymore. How long would this last? Did she really get to call a place like this home? She wished, desperately, that Logan was here with her. He would have hated everything, but he would have stayed. 

She shook herself from her reverie, tossing her bag into a corner of the bedroom and made a beeline for the shower. Riding a motorcycle for as long as she had left her in strong need of a shower, and she’d been so excited to get under the hot water that she’d forgotten to get her soap and a change of clothes. She crossed back into the bedroom, water leaving glistening trails down her body that steadily got cooler without more heat. By the time Zaria made it back to the shower she was shivering and muttering under her breath, feeling like she didn’t have enough time before two very attractive women would be arriving in her suite. 

Fifteen minutes later saw Zaria in the single most questionable clothing choice she owned, a tight fitting slip with black lace trim. It left very little to the imagination, the lace on her sides open wide enough that her skin was visible through the loosely tied fabric. Her hair was still damp by the time the elevator opened to her floor, and she half turned from where she was standing in front of a fully stocked refrigerator with raised eyebrows. 

Ronnie slipped into the elevator and rode it back down to sub-level 10. She half expected to see someone else emerge up from the water similar to how she did considering there were little to no security measures. But it was still just as empty and silent as it was when she arrived. She made her way over to the bat-sub and carefully climbed on top. With the flip of a switch the hatch opened and she retrieved the large duffle bag she had stashed there earlier. Trying not to be a total ass, she at least closed the sub before making her way back to the elevator.

She rode the lift up to the seventeenth floor. When Ronnie stepped out into her flat, she took a second, maybe two, to appreciate the view, then she was onto bigger and better things. She discarded her bag and heels less than a few feet inside. Her hands made quick work unfastening the buckles of her harness and dropped it somewhere near her shoes. Rather than fuss with the zipper to her dress, she simply pulled the entire thing over her head and added it to the pile of her belongings. Luckily, Ronnie never left the house without her [i]best[/i] lingerie, all black and matching, as always. She even opted to keep on her snake tights held up by her garterbelt. They had to compare, after all. 

Rather than wait on the elevator, Ronnie slipped out into the stairwell. She couldn’t give a rat’s ass if someone saw her entirely nude, let alone in her lingerie. She looked good and it was a shame not to share that view with others. They could look as they pleased… As long as they didn’t interrupt her plans of a multicourse meal with two [i]very[/i] attractive blondes.

She didn’t bother knocking and let herself into Aria’s apartment. She was half surprised to find the woman recently showered, still dripping water in a [i]very[/i] thin nightgown, standing in front of the fridge. Ronnie crossed the room with a devious smirk and unwavering eye contact. She ran her hand along the door, pushing it shut slowly. [color=217c85]"The snack I want isn’t in the fridge."[/color] [i]Click.[/i] The fridge closed softly as Ronnie slid herself between it and Aria. [color=217c85]"Since we’re one shy… How about an appetizer?"[/color]

The fact that Zaria hadn’t eaten in nearly two days was almost instantly forgotten as she caught sight of the hunger in Veronica’s gaze, the muscles in her stomach tensing in anticipation and excitement as the woman closed the distance between them. The desire for a snack suddenly felt very, very far away when someone as stunning as this woman was lavishing her with attention. Color flooded her cheeks as she realized exactly what the other woman was wearing, or what she [i]wasn’t[/i] wearing. [color=00674F]"You’re beautiful."[/color] The words fell from her lips before she could stop them, a touch of awe in her tone, her accent strongly prevalent because she hadn’t had the split second of logic to hide it. Beautiful was the sweetest way she could phrase it, but there were certainly other words she’d have used if she hadn’t been so stunned.

Ronnie’s smile grew to something a little more genuine and soft at the compliment. [color=217c85]"As are you."[/color] She didn’t wait for a word of confirmation about the appetizer. She’d refrain if asked, but she had a sneaking suspicion that ‘stop’ wasn’t part of the girl’s vocabulary. Her arms slipped around Aria’s waist as she closed the distance between them. The tip of her tongue flicked teasingly against the woman’s lips as her hands ran along her bottom and hooked around the upper part of her thighs. Her grin grew just before she hoisted Aria up and set her on the counter. Ronnie slotted herself in the space between her thighs and trailed the tip of her nose up the curve of her throat and along her jaw until she was able to capture the woman’s earlobe between her lips. 

Zaria gasped as she was so effortlessly lifted, hands fluttering up to Ronnie’s shoulders as a rush of arousal to her core left her suddenly desperate for the other woman’s touch. Her head instinctively tilted, giving her better access to her neck when she felt her lips ghost over the sensitive skin there, goosebumps rising, nipples pebbling beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. A soft, needy groan dragged from her throat. This was, most certainly, better than sleeping.

Ronnie’s hands rested on Aria’s knees, easing her legs open before slowly gliding her touch up her thighs. She relinquished the earlobe in exchange for pressing her lips to the blonde’s with a passionate hunger. Aria’s lips were soft and timid, but her tongue danced at the intimate caress. The kiss was broken when Ronnie seized her bottom lip in a soft bite. She flicked her nose against hers with an excited and ravenous smile. [color=217c85]"Lay back,"[/color] she instructed while pressing her hand against the woman’s chest, gently pushing her backwards onto the counter. Ronnie leaned in, guiding Aria’s leg over her shoulder as her face disappeared beneath the folds of her damp nightgown.

The kiss left her breathless, skin flushed, she could still taste the sweetness of Veronica on her tongue. The woman tasted addictive, like cherries and dark chocolate, and she had no objections as she was eased backwards, back arching some as the cool wood pressed against her warm skin. Her heart was fluttering in her chest erratically, trying to beat a tattoo against her ribcage, as her hips shifted and jumped. A moan, one full of surprise and unbridled desire, pulled from Zaria and she clutched at the side of the counter with one of her hands as her head tilted back. Damp hair spilled over the edge, and she caught sight of the front door opening with a lurch in her stomach.

Jules was unsurprised at the lack of patience in the two women, though she had a suspicion on which one had escalated things so quickly: Cat burglars were not well known for their discipline, after all. But Jules maintained eye contact with Zaria, shaking her head and clicking her tongue softly as she set the tray down on a small table near the front door. She removed her jacket, revealing her white shirt and gray vest more fully. She removed her shoulder-holster with ease, and placed both on hooks near the entrance. She picked up the napkin, turning back to face her coat as she slid her sidearm into her coat pocket, and then proceeded to pick the tray up and stalk her way over.

The eye contact was more flustering than what Ronnie was actually doing, Zaria felt vulnerable beneath Jules gaze, the fluidity with which the woman moved to remove her jacket, and then the empty holster, was enchanting. There was an air about her that screamed [i]danger[/i] but it only made the heat in her core turn into an inferno, a noise between a moan and a whimper catching in her throat as the distance between them closed at a leisure pace. 

Jules set the drinks away from the action, weary of Zaria's more wild movements. As she stepped close to where the woman's head was, Jules slowly began unhooking her cufflinks and setting them down on the counter next to a smattering of wet blonde hair. [color=cdb6d6]"Had I known you two were so impatient, I would have skipped getting refreshments."[/color] Jules was rolling up her sleeves now, and positioned herself so she was hovering over her face. When her sleeves were up to her elbows, she placed one hand on Zaria's neck and the other at the top of her head. She lowered her face close to Zaria's, close enough that every minute movement of Jules’ lips threatened to make contact with the Latverian's. Only Jules’ firm control over Zaria's head movement denied such contact. [color=cdb6d6]"After all…"[/color] Jules leaned away, and slowly guided Zaria up just enough to guide her gaze back towards the movements beneath her thin gown. [color=cdb6d6]"I don't think she needs more to drink, do you?"[/color]

A thrill shot down her spine as calloused fingers glided across her throat, eyes fluttering and breath stuttering. Her legs were trembling over Veronica's shoulders, and Zaria bit her lip so hard she almost broke the skin trying to keep in the sounds that were trying to pull from her mouth. She’d never been so goddamned aroused in her life, she felt trapped between the two women and it was driving her crazy. She opened her mouth to say something, maybe to beg, but she was cut off by lips crashing against her own.

Without waiting for an answer, Jules guided Zaria's head back to the counter and stole a ravenous kiss. Her tongue teased its way along the woman's lips and wrestled with hers, their joined mouths capturing beautiful moans. Jules' hands were rough as they rubbed along Zaria's chest. Just as in the lobby, Jules broke the kiss swiftly and without warning. She stepped back, grabbed the bottle of champagne, and held the cork between her thumb and finger. With a quick motion, she popped the cork of the bottle and let loose a spray of white foam. She tilted it slightly in Zaria's direction, the small rush of liquor further dampening the fabric. Her brief, sadistic smile to the woman was sign enough that she had [i]every[/i] intention of licking up every drop she had spilled. But in the meantime, she filled one of the flutes and set the bottle back down. She carried her beverage over towards Ronnie.

[i]Fuck.[/i] She hadn’t realized how out of her depth she was with these two until this exact moment, the way Jules looked at her was like she was prey that had unwittingly fallen right into her hands. She looked like she wanted to unravel Zaria, and by the end of the night she very well might. The entire experience was clearly awakening something in the young woman, because she was eating it up like a starving dog. She jumped as some as champagne sprayed over her, darkening the white fabric of her nightgown in splotches so that her skin was visible beneath the thin fabric. 

Jules ran the fingers of her left hand up Ronnie's spine, plying through waves of blonde hair. She squeezed the woman's roots at the back of her skull, and slowly eased Ronnie's head away from Zaria's lower half. The movements were slow, ensuring she did not strain either of their muscles too much with sudden jerking. While Ronnie was still crouched, Jules took a sip of her champagne. She made a show of licking her lips as she set the beverage down on the counter. [color=cdb6d6]"Now, now… there's no need to rush things, darling."[/color] Jules smirked softly as she hooked two fingers beneath the knot of her tie, shaking it slightly to loosen it. [color=cdb6d6]"Especially as it looks like I'm a bit overdressed, don't you think?"[/color]

A chuckle reverberated beneath the nightgown as Ronnie felt fingers snake their way through her head. She conceded and let Jules’s grasp guide her head back, forcing her to look up into the woman’s blue eyes. [color=217c85]"I’m afraid there [i]is[/i] a dress code,"[/color] she purred in response as she slowly spun around to face the woman. As she slowly stood up, Ronnie’s chest brushed along her body, hands running up the side of Jules’s legs. Standing eye to eye, she seized the necktie from the woman’s grasp and draped the tails over her shoulder and out of the way. [color=217c85]"That can stay."[/color] The warmth of her words ghosted across Jules’s face as Ronnie’s fingers slowly… patiently began unbuttoning her vest. 

Zaria groaned in frustration, her head thumping back against the countertop as she pouted up at the ceiling. That was [i]so[/i] unfair, she’d certainly been enjoying the pace of it all. Though, she wasn’t opposed to finding that snake Jules had mentioned. She felt wobbly as she sat up, leaning forward to snag Jules’s glass and take a long sip from it as she enjoyed the show. [color=00674F]"Slower,"[/color] she sighed, setting aside the glass and leaning forward so her fingers could press against Ronnie’s hips, one hand rising to sweep aside her hair, lips dragging along the back of her neck. [color=00674F]"She wants it slower, so make sure you only give it to her slowly."[/color] Her lips tilted up into a rouge smile as she kissed down the side of Veronica's throat, eyes holding Jules gaze with a teasing, challenging light in them. 

A soft sigh escaped Ronnie’s lips as a hand rested upon her hip and another brushed her hair off her neck, fingertips ghosting along the tender curve of her spine. The faint touch sent a thrill through her body, prickling along her skin and stirring the embers of arousal deep in her core. [color=217c85]"[i]Mmm,[/i]"[/color] she mused as her head tilted, caving to Aria’s will… and lips. [color=217c85]"Yes, [i]slowly[/i]."[/color] Her gaze fell, drinking in Jules’s body. Even clothed, the way the rolled cuffs hugged the muscles of her forearms and the tailored cut of her pants accentuated her form just enough to leave them wanting more. 

Ronnie’s fingers brushed along Jules’s throat, teasing a caress as she loosened the necktie the tiniest bit more. She carefully slipped the fabric from beneath the pressed white collar, letting the fabric of the tie lie against the bare skin of her neck. She left a trail of unfastened buttons down the woman’s torso, slowly revealing more of her porcelain skin and the supple curve in the dip between her breasts. When she reached the end of the line, two of her fingers curled around the hem of Jules’s pants, ghosting along the sensitive skin and scalloped edge of her undergarments. [color=217c85]"If I were a snake,"[/color] Ronnie spoke barely above a whisper as her thumb eased the button through the slit in the fabric. She took hold of the zipper pull and guided it down slow enough to make her shutter from anticipation. [color=217c85]"Where would I hide?"[/color][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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