[ In truth, back then, Pukin hadn’t known how to be in a stable relationship. And she never had been, before Angela, never wanted to be. It’d been a learning experience for her, and that same learning led to a few of those ups and downs in hers and Angela’s relationship, but Pukin is glad. She’s glad to have met Angela at an otherwise very shitty college party.
Even throughout their many years together, Pukin’s never found Angela any less beautiful than the day she met her. She might have even thought her girlfriend more beautiful than she had back then, now that she’d actually fallen in love with her. All of that blonde hair with bright blue eyes to match, and all of those curves on her, from top to bottom...
... Not having sex yesterday really does have her revved up today. As much as she loves to cuddle Angela, the sight of that peak of Angela’s cleavage from earlier hasn’t left her mind. ]
Hm? Get like what?
[ Pukin hums in faux-innocence as she settles (albeit very briefly) on her side of the couch in response to those playful swats. She can see the way Angela peaks at her through one eye, even as her hands hover over her laptop’s keyboard, can see that flush on her cheeks from how Pukin had nipped at her ear. Her eyes narrow at her, and she smirks.
Just as quickly as she’d been pushed away, though, Pukin nuzzles back in, pushing her face into Angela’s neck. ]
You’ve already been working all day. You deserve a nice break, love. Plus... [ She murmurs, and then she kisses not her ear, but her neck. Slowly, once near her collarbone where her shirt dips down, and then upward a little more. At the same time, Pukin’s hand goes to slide along the top of Angela’s thigh where those little shorts (that Pukin definitely picked out) don't cover, and she squeezes softly. ] I want you so bad...
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Even throughout their many years together, Pukin’s never found Angela any less beautiful than the day she met her. She might have even thought her girlfriend more beautiful than she had back then, now that she’d actually fallen in love with her. All of that blonde hair with bright blue eyes to match, and all of those curves on her, from top to bottom...
... Not having sex yesterday really does have her revved up today. As much as she loves to cuddle Angela, the sight of that peak of Angela’s cleavage from earlier hasn’t left her mind. ]
Hm? Get like what?
[ Pukin hums in faux-innocence as she settles (albeit very briefly) on her side of the couch in response to those playful swats. She can see the way Angela peaks at her through one eye, even as her hands hover over her laptop’s keyboard, can see that flush on her cheeks from how Pukin had nipped at her ear. Her eyes narrow at her, and she smirks.
Just as quickly as she’d been pushed away, though, Pukin nuzzles back in, pushing her face into Angela’s neck. ]
You’ve already been working all day. You deserve a nice break, love. Plus... [ She murmurs, and then she kisses not her ear, but her neck. Slowly, once near her collarbone where her shirt dips down, and then upward a little more. At the same time, Pukin’s hand goes to slide along the top of Angela’s thigh where those little shorts (that Pukin definitely picked out) don't cover, and she squeezes softly. ] I want you so bad...