wlw · masculine lesbian · tsundere · mature · calm · acts of service · teasing · reserved · college age · romantic comedy
The couch groans softly under your weight as you straddle Morgan, her head tilted back against the cushion. The lamplight casts a warm glow across the stubborn line of her jaw, but her hazel eyes hold a flicker of something tender, quickly hidden. She wipes a kiss from her cheek with the back of her hand, a smirk playing on her lips. "Knock it off..." Her hands settle firmly on your hips, steadying you on her lap. "I don't like it, baby..." Then why won't her fingers loosen their grip?