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𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 - 𝐒𝟐 𝐄𝟏𝟐
Lydia bounced lightly on her freshly made bed, her eyes alert and on the gorgeous brunette who was reaching behind her back to free herself from the white top. She quickly scrambled to her knees, causing a twinkle in Skylar's bright eyes as she shuffled towards the edge of the bed.
"Turn around," she ordered persistently, leaving no room for Skylar to disobey. The brunette moved her long hair out of the way, sneaking a peak over her shoulder as Lydia found the zipper to her bodysuit. She doesn't pull on it yet.
"I know, you know you're beautiful, it's obvious since you have no problem picking up every woman you see," she began in a low husk that persuades Skylar's flesh to pop with little goosebumps.
"Lydia, I only have eyes for you–"
"Shhh," the strawberry blonde silenced her, finally dragging down the zipper at the slowest pace imaginable. "But, do you know how beautiful your soul is?" She whispered seductively behind her ear, pressing a delicate kiss right there.
"I-what?" Skylar's voice is extra wet and shaky, but Lydia knew she'd rectify that, she wants the confident woman tonight that drives her absolutely mad. The same confident woman she had slept with for the first time in the Stilinski household.
Lydia slipped her index fingers beneath the white top at the nape of Skylar's neck and gradually eases it away. First, she exposes the defined shoulder blades, convincing her lips to stretch forward and kiss each one.
"You're physically attractive, we all know this. Anyone who has eyes can see that, but what I see is a beautiful soul." She confesses, guiding the fabric down her girlfriends spectacular biceps, the same ones she had grown to love being wrapped in. "Do you consciously have to make an effort to protect everyone or does it come naturally? Take Erica for instance." She murmured against a shoulder, coaxing those goosebumps to present themselves once again.
"I thought you didn't like me talking to Erica?" Skylar's raspy voice acknowledged while craning her neck to see that satisfied smirk across her girlfriend's face.
"I don't." Lydia flippantly agreed, aggressively sliding the cargos and top away from her girlfriends toned frame, as if the chosen outfit had insulted her and not the blonde's name. "I have an inkling though, that maybe you enjoyed pushing my buttons. It wasn't in your nature to purposely continue to pursue Erica, but you didn't know what else to do, other than not shutting her down and pulling my hair in the process."
Skylar spun around rather abruptly, revealing that she wasn't wearing a damn thing beneath that white tank top, her nipples stood tall only for Lydia to realise her girlfriend had recently pierced both nipples. And all the moisture in her mouth had ended up between her legs.
