Maebe uncurled from the tight, wound up position she'd been in, and stood straight and laid back, staring at Sasha in open surprise. That was not the answer she'd been expecting, and she had no problems showing it.
"Well," She purred out. "That escalated quickly."
Maebe stepped forward and peered into Sasha's eyes, her own narrowing as they tried to read into this change of pace. "I would love to take you back to my place and sate that hunger of yours, but there is one small detail."
She reached out and brushed Sasha's hair, just as she had before. The woman didn't like to be touched like that - she'd just admitted it. So why, suddenly, was she asking Maebe to touch her all over? "I'm very picky about all of my precious belongings. I'd rather be sure you're not leading me on, before I take you back to see them." She leaned in, kissed Sasha's nose playfully, and smiled. "Is that okay?"
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