"Give me a massage."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Pretty please."
"No."
"Be a pal and give me one."
"No."
"Sam."
"No."
"Pleaaaasssseeee."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"Pr-"
"Deena I swear to God if you ask one more time." The blonde trailed off.
"Will you please give me a massage?"
"I'm going to slit your throat." Sam threatened turning herself to face the brunette.
"Feisty are we?" Deena smirked winking at the blonde.
"Very. Now shut up."
"Make me." Deena taunted.
Sighing the blonde straddled the brunette. "Is that a command or request?"
Deena's hands took their place on Sam's hips, "I want you so bad." She said out of the blue.
The blonde smiled innocently leaning down to whisper into the brunette's ear, "Then take me."
"..."
"..."
"Wait what?"
Haha no. Also I honestly want to finish this but I don't at the same time. Don't know what to do.
