“I’ll repeat: you came to me.” Summer lifted her hand and brushed a fingertip over his lips.
“So are you not wanting to go ahead with this then?”
She smiled slyly. “Oh, I definitely want to go ahead with it.” She lowered her eyelashes and looked up through them. “So what do you like, Pietro? Should I lay you out on the bed and tell you not to touch me while I touch you everywhere but where you want me? What if I scrape you with my fingernails? Should I suck you off?”
“You don’t trust me, but you’re the one who came here asking if I had time for you.” She tilted her head. “Changed your mind, then, Petya?”
Pietro rolled his eyes, “I didn’t change my mind, I just like a little fun before hand.”
“I’ll repeat: you came to me.” Summer lifted her hand and brushed a fingertip over his lips.
“One day,” she said, coming closer to him, “you’ll have to explain why that’s such a big deal to you. But I won’t. You know I won’t.” She put a hand on his chest, looking up with earnest eyes.
“No I won’t,” he said in a deadpan tone while he looked at her, “I’ve heard it before Summer.”
“You don’t trust me, but you’re the one who came here asking if I had time for you.” She tilted her head. “Changed your mind, then, Petya?”
“Empath, Pietro,” she singsonged. “I can have you begging without ever touching you.”
Pietro sighed, “Yeah well that’s a bit not fair you know. And I really don’t like people getting into my head.”
“One day,” she said, coming closer to him, “you’ll have to explain why that’s such a big deal to you. But I won’t. You know I won’t.” She put a hand on his chest, looking up with earnest eyes.
“Hey, you came to me! Are you saying I can’t turn you on? Are you forgetting what I am?” she teased.
“Can you? And I guess I am forgetting, maybe I need to be reminded.”
“Empath, Pietro,” she singsonged. “I can have you begging without ever touching you.”
“I could be up for that.”
Pietro grinned, “Maybe I should make you work for it this time Summer.”
“Hey, you came to me! Are you saying I can’t turn you on? Are you forgetting what I am?” she teased.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. How about you, Mr Pietro?”
“So that means you’re up for doing me?”
“I could be up for that.”
dammit, I forgot I have asks set to private reply by default.
Summer pressed her mouth into the other girl’s shoulder, almost like a kiss, before saying, “You’re still you, though, no matter what shape your body is. Are your fingers less deft in this shape?”
Paige shrugged, “For the most part yea,” she said nodding. ”I mean I’m a little different I guess, with hormones and all that. And yes, my fingers still work just as fine.”
“That doesn’t change the essential you, shaped by your past and all the rest of your genes.” Summer chuckled. “Do you want to play with this new shape, or should I just go?”
