35 parts Complete Mature"Roll your eyes at me again, pretty girl," Vanya murmured, her fingers gliding slowly down the length of Cosima's spine, igniting fire beneath her skin.
Cosima hesitated but obeyed, rolling her eyes with exaggerated defiance.
A dark chuckle escaped Vanya's lips, deep and quiet. "Good girl."
And then, with effortless strength, she moved-her body pressing forward, guiding Cosima onto the coffee table with slow, deliberate force. She didn't slam, didn't push. She simply made it inevitable.
Cosima gasped, her body folding under the sheer presence of the queen above her. Vanya leaned in, her golden hair cascading over them like a veil, shielding them from the world.
"You love calling to God," Vanya mused, voice silken, fingertips tracing the side of Cosima's face. "Then tonight, you can keep your eyes on him." Her lips hovered over Cosima's mouth, teasing, never quite closing the distance. "Though I doubt I'll let you return to him intact-" her knee shifted between Cosima's legs, coaxing a sharp inhale from her "-not when there's a high chance of your thighs crushing my head instead."
A needy sound escaped Cosima before she could stop it, her hands clenching onto Vanya's tunic.