“ five minutes straight?       liar. ”

          “ you know you still look at my
            chest seventy-five percent of
            the time when talking to me, right? ”

            “ i wouldn’t say i’ve never complained. ”

          “ not much. and you’re a huge pervert,
            so i’d end up spending a lot more time
            there than i can afford. don’t lie and
            say it isn’t true. ”

          “ because i have responsibilities. i have a job,
            a company and a city to look out for.
            remember all that? ”

            “       and where have you been? ”

      the nail of her index runs along one atop her thumb, a nervous tick
      she’s developed over the years. breathing becomes somewhat
      labored, heavier. eyes squeeze shut as her teeth grit and she
      feels her body subtly reacting. a growing heat in her cheeks,
      chest perking up. once vi speaks, though, karen is able to
      view it as a challenge. it makes deterring those feelings
      an easy task, and she’s quick to float away.

      without warning, she lifts a parked van over her head and tosses
      it at vi, though is sure to aim wide so as not to hit her. 

ʟᴇᴛs ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ YES ᴏʀ NO sᴇx ɢᴀᴍᴇ

            “       yes. ”

sᴇxᴜᴀʟ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ - ɴsғᴡ

sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ✿ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ's ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ғᴏɴᴅʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀs

      breathe hitching on the sensation      nerve endings alight with
      a tingling warmth that shoots through to her legs, making them
      twitch. “ stop. ” kara demands of the bold brawler. “ we kissed.
      kissing isn’t foreplay. go … touch yourself or something. ”