[Lup is fine with this, with cutting words out of the picture to make more time for the sweet press of their lips together. To let her hands fall against Lucretia's frame beneath hers, to run over the strong lines of her shoulders, the gentle slope of her waist, committing the other woman's body to memory by touch alone.
They can talk later. Maybe. Does it even really matter? What more could be said that wasn't already left unspoken there beneath each amazing kiss they shared?
So no more talk, no more truth, no more anything but this new closeness. Sounds like a pretty good afternoon to Lup.]
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They can talk later. Maybe. Does it even really matter? What more could be said that wasn't already left unspoken there beneath each amazing kiss they shared?
So no more talk, no more truth, no more anything but this new closeness. Sounds like a pretty good afternoon to Lup.]