“You’re going to get fat this way.” She said as she entered the living room to find Kyla with a big spoon into her mouth, a pan of chocolate sauce between her uncovered thighs.
Kyla shrugged what she said off, more interested in changing the channel again and again, sticking the spoon into the pan to pick some more of that mixture.
“You’re not.” Rowena repeated, sitting next to her on the floor, thinking that woman was too much of an odd person to not even bother to move to the couch right behind her. “Are you sure? What about this?” And then she squeezed Kyla’s breeches, to what she answered with an “ouch!”. She gave Rowena a bothered sidelong glance and shoved the spoon past her lips.
“It’s you who is making me fat.” Kyla warned, hazel eyes seeming pleased by the fact Rowena almost chocked on the metallic utensil. “Who do you think that made this chocolate sauce?”
Rowena took the spoon off of her mouth, and gave it a slow, pretending-to-be-distracted lick.
“It wasn’t for you to eat, you idiot.” She rolled her eyes, then plunged the spoon into the pan, before knocking its sticky back to Kyla’s cheek. “I was going to use it on a cake.”
“Well, you didn’t say anything and—” Her words got lost in her throat when she felt a sharp tongue sliding over her dirty cheek. Rowena made a sound that almost sounded like a laugh - but of course it wasn’t, Kyla thought, that woman doesn’t even know what that word means - when the short-haired magician gave her an inquisitive look. She was already with her mouth hanging open to welcome the other woman’s tongue, panties around her knees, when Rowena said against her lips that they could use that sauce on Kyla instead.
“This way, you are going to fatten. Watch out—” Her voice sounded a little breathy, a little daring when Rowena rolled a chocolatey thumb over one of her nipples. Kyla had her fingers all over the chef’s stomach by now. “I like the skinny ones.”
Rowena flickered her tongue out and licked a thin chocolate line that was sliding between Kyla’s breasts, so slow it made her shiver.
“You like me.” She said, matter of factly, and even if she haven’t done this, Kyla could mentally picture her raising an eyebrow, looking just that right amount of defiant and flirtatious that the magician fell for.
Kyla grabbed her long wavy hair the way she knew that would make Rowena’s heartbeat fasten up, choking on a low moan when the British locked their thighs and thrust against her.
God, she hated when Rowena was right.