— Mainly just to tease her, she smirked, taking the pizza out of her mouth, and said:
“Three things: One: I’ll take a vodka cherry. Two: I love you. and three: This bra unhooks from the front.”
“Merlin’s beard…” She whispered, and brought her arm to her face, as if the two feet worth of distance had skewed her vision. She looked up, suddenly, and let her cigarette trail smoke in the air.
“Three replies; One: Get it yourself. Two: Well, on second thoughts I’ll get it for you, since you’re so sweet. Three: well screw the vodka then; I have an investment in a cherry of a different sort.”
– "As do I,” her eyebrow slightly quirked upwards, a habit she had never seemed to gotten rid of. It always did so whenever somebody peaked her interest or got her attention. Her lips even curved into a smirk once again.
"Of course, we should probably go on a date first.. Unless you want to just skip right ahead.“
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“And what? Will I wear black to the wedding? Can it double as a funeral?
On a scale of one to stupid, this is on par with seeking out a Basilisk because it looks cute.”
“Really? Well neither do I; my mother said I’d never marry. As in, get a husband. In a way she was right, I suppose.” She laughs a dirty chuckle, as if she could feel her mother’s disapproval, and it was all the more satisfying.
“Pssssh; playing doctors is for children. Let’s play gynecologist.”
– "I never had a mother, so I don’t have to worry about that,” Lilith chuckled as well, rolling her eyes lightly. “In fact, if I wanted to get yelled at, I could just find a way into Hades’ realm and taunt the hotheaded brat.”
– “All assured, you’d be wanting me as your gynecologist after you see what I can do with two fingers.”
— “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.”
“You can’t laugh at me! I just used it as an excuse to hold them.” A lie, but in retrospect she could remember very few people who’d ever refused to hold her chest.
“And… fuck.”
— “Believe me, darling, I’d love to hold them too, but I’m not going to. Well, yet. Or in public.” That hadn’t exactly come out of her mouth the way she had expected it too, but oh well.
