[Angela heard all the whispers from her friends, once her and Pukin started hanging out. She's a womanizer. She'll break your heart. She doesn't even know how to be in a stable relationship. And Angela had always justified it as, well, she's messing around too. She just thought the sex was good. Pukin was fun to be with.

She loved her.

And there's been ups and downs, but Pukin hasn't broken Angela's heart yet, so she figures that was just another thing she was wrong about back in college.]


Pukiiin.

[She's so, so not immune to Pukin's smooth voice, those seductive, hungry glances. They make her feel as wanted as they did back when she was barely in her twenties, back when having a few sips of wine still felt like a thrill. It doesn't help that Pukin's so much taller - taller people have always made her feel so safe, so loved, and, well. Pukin makes her feel like that anyway. It's a lot to deal with.

Her ears are sensitive, and Pukin knows that - that nip to her ear sends a little shock through her, makes her eyes go wide, her face flush. She playfully swats at her girlfriend's arm, huffing.]

Down, tiger. Thirty minutes, okay? I need this done before dinner time, and I'd rather not rush.

[She reaches to push, still playful, gently ease Pukin back to her side of the couch, one eye still on the laptop screen.]

Geez. One day without sex and you get like this. [They didn't do it yesterday - Pukin had come home from work a bit exhausted, and Angela hadn't been in the mood besides, so they'd just hugged a lot and Angela had massaged her shoulders. It had been very intimate, but not very sexual. Maybe that's what has Pukin worked up? She isn't sure.]