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C’mon, run on me.
Concentration furrows Zoey’s brows, the tension in her body a mirror of the thick silence that envelops the stadium field. Excitement and anticipation coil in the stands, a palpable buzz chirping in every seat as the seconds tick on. Everybody’s eyes are on her, Zoey, the pitcher for the Busan Sharks, and the pinch hitter for the Seoul Lions, Mira.
It’s common knowledge that she and Mira butt heads all the time. Being the faces of their respective teams, PR tends to focus on their spectacular successes and their imminent clashes whenever they’re in the vicinity of each other. It’s not Zoey’s fault they’ve got some insane chemistry between them. Maybe it would have worked out if they were on the same team and paving the way through prestigious collabs and glorious brand deals as a duo. But they’re not—which leads to them butting heads at nearly every work-related function that happens to intersect their schedules.
Zoey grits her teeth as she rolls the baseball in her gloves, the weight of it comforting after years in this profession. Her gaze flicks between Mira on third base and the rival batter at home, darting like a ping pong ball on high alert. A sleek pink ponytail peeks out the back of a Lions hat, and Zoey can’t look away even if she tried.
White uniform pants hug Mira’s long legs, emphasizing them as she keeps one foot firmly on the white base plate and the other stretching in preparation for a run. The red jersey is tight around Mira’s torso as are the black compression sleeves on her arms, highlighting Mira’s tall and lean frame under the sunny sky.
A cocky smirk is thrown her way after Mira catches her wandering gaze and Zoey feels the vein at her temple throb with annoyance, feels the hot flash of heated ire swelling inside of her. Mira’s arrogant gesture is another douse of fuel that stokes the flames licking at her insides, and Zoey growls as she prepares for her pitch.
Mira never fails to get a rise out of her, her presence and her antics never failing to shove Zoey’s head into the game. Her competitive nature rises to every one of Mira’s provocations, almost instinctive now.
Shaking her head, Zoey redirects her gaze back to home base, focusing on the batter waiting on her. Her body slides into a well-practiced stance, hours upon hours of training and playing reflecting into muscle memory. The wind screams as it splits in the face of Zoey’s pitch, a fastball that makes the batter blink in surprise. Zoey rubs her nose, a smug satisfactory grin unfurling on her lips as the umpire yells, “Strike!”
She chances a glance over at third base and is met with narrowed eyes from Mira. Good. It’ll keep her on her toes. Zoey glances back at the scoreboard, noting the slight advantage her team has against the other. It’s the last inning too, and she can feel the tension building in the audience as they hold their breath, waiting on the outcome of this neck-and-neck game.
Fingertips twitch as Zoey keeps a mental stock of the players on the field, her gaze returning to Mira at third base and the rival player waiting at second. They might go for a steal—but not if Zoey can help it. She winds her leg up, stretches her arm back, and pitches another fastball that zips past the batter like a fierce bolt of lightning. A loud thud is made as the ball is caught in the umpire’s glove, satisfaction sinking pleasantly in Zoey’s gut at the well-thrown pitch.
“Strike 2!”
Half the crowd surges with cheers while the other half groans, the stadium split into two opposing teams.
Zoey’s grin solidifies as she catches the ball thrown back at her, preparing for another one when—movement catches her eye and she acts in pure reflex, pitching the ball over at home base before Mira can slide to safety.
A whistle blows shrill in the air and Zoey can’t help the victorious cry leaving her lips as the referee yells, “Out!”
The scowl on Mira’s face shouldn’t provoke such a sweet reaction within Zoey but she can’t stamp down the smug smirk unfurling on her face. Her smile turns sharp, much like the mascot of her own team, at Mira’s retreating figure, unphased by the glare thrown her way. Heavy is the satisfaction curling in her gut as she takes in the orangey dust staining Mira’s white uniform pants, the rumpled creases of Mira’s jersey, and the sweat dotting her rival’s nape.
Adrenaline continues to pump in her veins as Zoey delivers the final strike, pure smug satisfaction thrumming through her as the game comes to a conclusion with the Busan Sharks claiming victory. Cheers ring out in the stadium as her teammates gather on the mound, yelling and hollering and throwing their arms up as they jump in a huddled mass. Zoey laughs and cheers and hoots as the feeling of triumph washes over her.
“Busan! Sharks! Busan! Sharks!”
Later, when the team slowly disperses from the locker room, Zoey hangs back. She takes her time divesting herself of her uniform, her figure lax as leisurely movements pull each article off. Silence envelops the locker room, yet Zoey can hear the pounding of her heart loud in her chest, she can still hear the dull roar of fading adrenaline in her ears.
The door opens quietly before footsteps pad into the locker room, and Zoey knows the familiar gait of that set of feet well enough by now.
“Good game.” Mira’s voice fills the locker room, a husky quality that wracks goosebumps on Zoey’s skin no matter the occasion. She doesn’t turn around, instead focusing her gaze on tugging her slate gray uniform pants off. The weight of Mira’s gaze on her body lingers, and Zoey doesn’t hide her smirk as she revels in the drag of it up and down her body. There is pride in the muscles she’s spent honing during training, so she lets Mira leer at her silently.
“Thanks.” Zoey says, the smugness palpable in her tone as she calls back, “Tried to pull a steal on me, huh? Guess it didn’t work out.”
Zoey turns around now, clad in only her sports bra and boy shorts, no trace of shame as she greets Mira in a casual stance. Mira is wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a loose red team t-shirt, her duffle bag slung over one shoulder—and a little scowl on her lips. The sight makes Zoey’s mouth twitch, amusement swelling within her as she watches Mira tiptoe closer.
“Were your teammates pissed at you? Let me guess, they didn’t appreciate you throwing away the last inning, hm?” It’s so easy to push Mira’s buttons—Zoey would know seeing as it’s her favorite pastime—and the corner of her mouth twitches into a smirk when she sees the flex of muscle in Mira’s body before she pounces.
Quick strides diminish the distance between them, Mira’s long legs doing all the work, and a loud thud echoes through the empty locker room as Mira drops her bag and shoves her up against a locker. Coldness spreads across Zoey’s bare skin from the contact, but there is heat against her front, the crush of Mira’s chest against hers is intoxicating. She lets out a little gasp before laughing, mirth blooming on her tongue even as the back of her head rests against the surface of the locker as Mira’s face is inches away from hers.
Zoey feels the growl from Mira before she hears it.
She can’t help the cocky smile that tugs at her lips. Mira has always been this way, throwing herself headfirst into things. It’s a quality that Zoey adores, one that Zoey admires as she watches the passion flare to life within Mira’s eyes. She’ll never let her know that though, oh, it’ll simply feed Mira’s ego.
“You’re so confident.” Mira sneers as she gets up close and personal, the tip of her nose a centimeter away from brushing against Zoey’s. “You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you? A single win and your ego is already inflated beyond measure.”
“Oh, I don’t think so—I know so. You just threw away your team’s chance for quali’s. Guess we’ll be facing the Jeju-do Tigers for you.”
Another growl leaves Mira’s lips and Zoey suppresses the shiver that zips down her spine, electric hot as it buzzes at the back of her head before traveling down each knot of her vertebrae. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and Zoey is weak before the source of it.
Tension thickens in the air again, and Zoey feels the familiarity of it, feels it distinctly like ozone crackling between them, waiting to see who gives in first. It’s Mira this time as she grabs Zoey by the shoulders and slams her weakly against the locker, the act quickly followed by a crush of their mouths together.
A ragged moan is tossed up in the air, unsure of who it belongs to, but Zoey is much more focused on the softness of Mira’s lips on hers, her attention stolen by the eager tongue licking at the seams of her lips, begging for entry. She laughs smugly as she lets Mira in, eager to receive the desperation that drips off of Mira like water.
It’s not the first time they’ve done this dance, and it certainly won’t be the last.
Her hands curl around Mira’s hips, squeezing with a strength that makes Mira moan into her mouth. The whimper that slips free makes Zoey shudder, makes the arousal pooling in her belly flare like a scorching sunbeam. She feels her want—molten and heavy—slink down to the space between her legs, throbbing with a need that has been building since the middle of the game—when Mira looked at her with smoldering eyes, dark with want.
Seeing that out in the field in front of their teams had Zoey faltering, had her heart leaping to her throat as she went slack with shock and blatant arousal. Seeing that darkness focused on her in front of everyone had Zoey’s heart racing. Being wanted like that… it unwound something deep inside of her. The thought of being claimed like that snuck into Zoey’s mind, lingering and lurking until she felt like her heart was doing somersaults.
They’ve danced around each other since they met at the first official league training camp in their youth, and they’ve been tangled in each other ever since. Spring training sessions felt like big sleepovers, summers were vacations spent glued to the hip, and autumn and winter seasons were a blend of classes and after school matches that felt far too fast yet not fast enough.
And throughout their professional career, never once had there been any sort of public declaration.
Not until today.
The lack of control made her nervous and yet—and yet it was exhilarating too. Zoey growls into the kiss, moaning against Mira’s mouth as she squeezes Mira’s hips once more before pushing her away. She plants her palms on Mira’s shoulders before shoving her downward, huffing in satisfaction when Mira sinks down to her knees willingly. The action sends a searing bolt of arousal straight to Zoey’s belly, and she hums as she all but shoves her underwear down her legs frantically.
“I saw what you did there. Back in the fifth inning.” Zoey huffs as she kicks her underwear off her ankle, an urgent energy transferring over to Mira as she sidles closer, both hands dragging up Zoey’s toned calves and muscular thighs before resting on the curve of her backside. She’s so warm and firm all over, an addictive landscape to touch and touch and touch.
“Do you know how wet I am because of that? Did you know I was thinking of you during that whole game?” Zoey huffs as she peers down at Mira, her brow twitching at the cocky expression that greets her. Oh, how she wants to wipe that look off Mira’s face and replace it with something else.
“I can imagine but tell me anyway.” Mira snickers as Zoey’s hand curls around the back of her head and yanks her forward. She moans as she buries her face in between Zoey’s thighs, eager to taste her, to consume and be consumed by her.
“You and your stupid, pretty face. Your stupid cocky smirk.” Zoey huffs and pants, moaning at the wet tongue that dips into her soaked folds and drags through them repeatedly, lapping at her wetness like something decadent, like ambrosia and Mira’s been starved all this time. It sends a searing bolt of arousal right to Zoey’s lower belly, making it hard to push the rest of her words out her mouth. “Y-You and your stupid… hah, bedroom eyes. Flashing at me and… ngh, where anyone could see it.”
A throaty moan echoes through the locker room as Zoey throws her head back onto the locker, creating a dull thudding sound as the back of her head makes contact with the metal surface. She hooks a leg over Mira’s shoulder, shuddering at the bolt of pleasure that rips through her as she watches Mira eat her out, hungry and indulgent. The eagerness of Mira’s tongue, the shiny sheen of Zoey’s wetness staining Mira’s face, and the lewd slurping noises—it’s so obscene and hot, adding to the arousal that simmers beneath her skin.
Zoey moans as she sinks a hand into pink hair, scratching at Mira’s scalp in a way that can only be pleasant judging by the delightful shudder that rocks through Mira’s figure. The half-lidded eyes of Mira peering up at her makes Zoey’s head spin with delightful, perverse pleasure. It gives her a head rush, a power trip that thrums through her veins like nothing else.
Having Mira—Mira, the face of the Seoul Lions, the rising star that has graced the cover pages of South Korea’s sports magazines and tabloids, one of the WMLB’s current superstars—on her knees for Zoey is a trip unlike anything else.
And it’s here that all of that fades away. Everything—name and fame and rank and prestige—all of that dissolves to just Zoey and Mira.
Mira and Zoey.
Just the two of them.
“Tell me, Mir.” Zoey gasps as she feels Mira suckling on her clit, twitching at the sheer pleasure that washes over her. “Was this what you wanted? To sink down to your knees and service me? Cause you’re doing a great job—f-fuck! That’s it, baby.”
She tugs at Mira’s crown, fingers gripping pink strands tight enough to make Mira moan into her cunt. Shivering at the pleasure of vibrations against her clit, gasping at the debauched sight of Mira’s face slick with her arousal, leaking and dripping and staining that pretty face like she owns it—“Fuck, Mira.” Zoey hisses out another moan as she rolls her hips against Mira’s face. “Please tell me you brought your strap with you.”
A delayed grunt sounds before Mira nods into Zoey’s pussy, drunk on licking and slurping until Zoey tugs at her hair again, pulling her away from the golden ambrosia that drips from her lips. Glistening strings of wetness cling to Mira’s mouth and chin, and the sight is so lewd that it punches a throaty moan out of Zoey.
“There… in—in my bag.” Mira pants as she sits back on her haunches, her fingers squeezing at Zoey’s thick, muscled thighs like she’s eager to get her mouth back onto Zoey’s pussy. The thought makes Zoey groan, makes her arousal swoop in her belly.
“Put it on for me, pretty girl. I wanna ride you.” Zoey coos, her hands cradling Mira’s face like she’s precious, like a jewel treasured and coveted. With Zoey’s gaze on her, warm rich browns dilating to a hungry abyss, Mira flushes under all that attention. She nods eagerly as Zoey traces her bottom lip, swallowing a needy little whimper when Zoey smiles at her. A beaming brilliant smile that makes her breath hitch and her heart stutter in its pounding rhythm against her chest.
She scrambles to her feet, eager hands trembling as they dig into her duffle bag before pulling out a harness and a dildo. Mira strips herself of her clothes, uncaring of where they land as she busies herself with buckling the straps and adjusting the dildo into the harness.
Firm hands grab her waist before hauling her over to the benches. A startled yelp leaps from her lips as her back is pressed to the flat surface. Zoey straddles her lap with a ruthless efficiency that leaves little room for argument. Mira pants shakily, eyes dilated as Zoey looms above her, looking all hot and powerful as she wields control with her position. And Mira doesn’t mind it, they switch things up between them all the time.
But this—the way Zoey looks so sexy as she grinds her cunt all over Mira’s strap is maddening. She whips her sports bra off too and leaves Mira floundering at the sight of her chest, and goddamn, Zoey’s got such a nice chest on her.
A whimper definitely leaves Mira’s lips when Zoey takes her hands and brings them directly to her chest, allowing Mira to feel the softness, to feel the plush warmth of those breasts against her palms, to feel the stiff nipples grazing her palms.
“Fuck, you’re so…” Mira shudders out a groan as she squeezes Zoey’s chest, massaging and groping while Zoey continues to grind down on her. Wetness leaks from her cunt, now dripping onto the base of Mira’s strap, and fuck, it’s so attractive just watching Zoey drip on her, knowing that her girl’s so turned on for her. Pressure coils in her belly, tightening the longer this plays out between the two of them.
“I’m so…?” Zoey giggles as she lifts her hips, making both of them groan at the wetness dripping from her pussy and onto Mira’s strap, glistening rivulets rolling down the silicone shaft.
“Beautiful.” And it’s funny how that manages to shut Zoey up, the playfulness in Zoey’s gaze softening into something warm and fond. Mira swallows as emotional bubbles up in her belly. She moves before they both start blubbering. Mira’s hands land on the curve of Zoey’s hips, squeezing once before she drags Zoey lower. “Need to be inside you. Fuck, look at how much you’re dripping.” Smoldering eyes lock with Zoey’s, maintaining eye contact as she lowers Zoey enough to have the tip graze those soaked folds.
Inside, inside, Zoey’s thoughts snap at her with feral teeth. The needy ache at her core is unbearable now, rattling the bars of her restraint with a strength that she feels all the way down to her bones. Arousal churns thick in her belly, slow like molten lava, and the needy clench of her pussy walls around nothing only serves to make Zoey whine and cry out. Need you, need you inside, is the mantra that repeats itself inside of Zoey’s chest, her love and want carving into the walls with every thumping heartbeat. It’s a visceral need, and Zoey huffs as she wants to make her desires known, wants to let Mira know exactly what she does to her, wants to let Mira know just how much she wants her.
But all that comes out of Zoey’s mouth with her lust-addled brain is a crass—
“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Mira… ngh, inside, need you inside me now.” Zoey shivers as she rubs her cunt over the tip, teasing them both with the sinfully lewd visual for another heartbeat before she begins to sink down on Mira’s cock.
Breathless pants leave Mira as she watches Zoey take her, watches Zoey’s cunt yielding to the tip, stunned and riveted by the sight of Zoey’s cunt slowly swallowing inch after inch of her cock. Soft, whiny little moans slip out of Mira as she stays still, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles on Zoey’s hips once she bottoms out. She doesn’t move a muscle, not with the way Zoey is hissing and whining as her body adjusts to the intrusion. Instead, she leans in closer, close enough to nudge at Zoey’s nose with her own.
“Baby.” She says it softly, crooning the affectionate nickname at Zoey as those dark eyes flutter open before fixating on her.
“You’re such a sap.” A fondness dwells in Zoey’s gaze as she huffs out a breathless little laugh. It only encourages Mira to lean in and close the distance between them.
Hot breath mingles in the slim space between their lips. Dark eyes linger on her before fluttering shut as Zoey’s head tilts to the side, allowing their lips to meet in a kiss. It’s slow and deep and intimate, a connection that feels electrifying with every movement made together.
Mira melts into it, instinctive as Zoey cups her jaw, her thumb stroking the curve of Mira’s cheek with a love and patience and reverence so palpable that it makes the back of Mira’s eyes sting. Damn it, Zoey!
The sensation of full, so full makes Zoey shudder with absolute delight, and feeling Mira’s hands stroking her sides and hips and lower back while she’s kissing her so slowly and intimately—it’s another contribution to the devastating pleasure that floods Zoey’s brain.
“You feel so good. So deep inside. Mira.” Zoey croons as she rocks her hips slowly, grinding against Mira as she keeps on kissing her, murmuring praises against the soft swell of Mira’s bottom lip.
And it provokes such an intriguing reaction out of Mira, making her moan and blush and squirm beneath Zoey. Zoey smiles and giggles, adoring the flustered state she’s able to coax Mira into like this. Seeing Mira flustered outside of a private space is rare in of itself, so Zoey drinks up every second of it like a coveted treasure.
“So good for me… hah, filling me up and fucking me so good.” Zoey plants her hands on Mira’s broad shoulders and uses them as an anchor point, bracing herself on them as she lifts and drops her hips, riding Mira as slow as she can.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
A sharp gasp crawls out of Zoey’s mouth as she revels in each lift and drop of her hips, mewling at the pleasure that lances through her body as rides Mira. Electric is their eye contact as she squeezes Mira’s shoulders, moaning at every drag of that cockhead against her walls, shuddering and mewling as every drop allows Mira to fill her to the hilt.
“Fuck, that’s it…!” Zoey rolls her hips slowly, putting on a sensual show that Mira cannot tear her eyes away from. She smiles at the attention, shivering at the arousal that curls heavy in the gut.
The angle is perfect as it allows the tip to graze a sweet spot along her walls, spawning stars that bloom in Zoey’s vision with every lift and drop. She makes her pleasure known with filthy moans and praises that drip from her lips, adoring the way Mira’s face turns redder and her eyes turn darker with every sound.
“You like that, baby? You like being the one that’s making me feel so good?” Zoey coos as she leans in and kisses Mira, lets her lips graze Mira’s mouth with every word.
“Y-Yes, fuck, Zo. I love it… hah, I love making you feel good. I love it when you ride me… when you sink down on my cock and make a mess in my lap.”
“Shit! Yeah, I love your cock… mhmm, love how good you fuck me, baby.” Zoey shudders at the dirty talk, at the blatant honesty of Mira’s want. It coils in her belly much like her arousal, simmering beneath her skin until it feels unbearable. She rocks her hips a little faster, riding Mira harder until lewd slick noises permeate the locker room. The salacious sounds echo, bouncing off the walls to remind them of the debauchery they’re engaging in.
Schlick, schlick, schlick!
Plap! Plap!
“Does it feel good too? Fucking me so deep… claiming all of my pussy like this?” And Zoey clocks the way Mira is moaning along, the way Mira’s hips buck with every drop of Zoey’s hips. The base of the strap must be hitting her clit perfectly. And the thought of Mira being able to feel every one of Zoey’s lifts and drops is intoxicating, another layer of pleasure added to the mix.
“Answer me, Mira.” A sweet little whine escapes Zoey as she kisses Mira again, grinning at the shiver she feels passing through Mira’s frame.
“Yes, god, yes, Zoey! I can feel you… ah, feel it every time you sink back down on my cock.” Mira’s tone is breathless as she murmurs against Zoey’s mouth, moaning at the pressure grinding down on her clit. It feels so good, and it feels even better every time Zoey moans loudly, every time she squeezes Mira’s shoulders, letting Mira know exactly how good she’s doing.
“Can you come with me? Want you to come inside me, baby. Don’t you wanna fill me up?” Zoey moans against Mira’s mouth, panting and moaning and riling her up with sinful temptation. Her arousal floods like molten heat, and she giggles at the dark hunger glinting in Mira’s eyes as she registers the dirty talk.
It’s so unfair the way Zoey utilizes one of Mira’s poorly kept secrets; so Mira has a breeding kink, Zoey thinks it’s hot despite her girlfriend’s flustered state every time it gets brought up. It’s not possible between them—not with this particular toy, anyway—but that doesn’t stop Zoey from pushing Mira’s buttons with gleeful mischief. She finds it incredibly hot the way Mira’s eyes darken just before she ruts against Zoey like she’ll really—fuck, just the thought of it has Zoey’s pussy walls squeezing around Mira.
“Don’t you wanna give me everything? Fill my pussy up with your hot cum, baby,” Zoey lets out a languid moan, playing it up for Mira as she arches her back and lets her hips roll sinfully slow.
“Fuck, yes! I’m c-close—come with me, Zo.” Mira gasps raggedly, her moans stuttering as she wraps her arms around Zoey’s waist, pushing and pulling while her hips buck upward, thrusting deeper inside of Zoey. The strap hammers against her walls with a strength that makes Zoey falter, keening as the tip drags over a sweet spot over and over again.
“Fill me up!” Zoey shudders as she gently knocks her forehead against Mira’s, eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure consume her. Ruthless precision is what Mira is good at, and Zoey surrenders to that strength, succumbing to the vulnerable state she allows Mira to witness her in.
“Zo! God—I'll make sure you’re full of me, pretty girl. Leaking and dripping—all for me.” Mira echoes the sentiment, gritting her teeth as another throaty moan claws its way out of her lungs. Her feet brace themselves on the floor as she fucks up into Zoey, cradling her in her lap as the strap pistons in and out of her dripping cunt.
“Please, p-please—oh, f-fuck, yes, yes! I’m coming, Mira!”
Sweet saccharine moans are delivered straight to Mira’s ear as she holds Zoey tight, their bodies flushed together as she grinds upward, fucking Zoey through her orgasm even as her lover shakes and trembles. She holds Zoey tight as she mouths at Zoey’s jaw, kissing and suckling marks along the soft skin just below Zoey’s ear. The sweet rub of the base against her clit has Mira screwing her eyes shut, another deep grind from Zoey sends her tumbling over the edge, and Mira groans into Zoey’s neck as her orgasm thunders through her, leaving nothing but blinding ecstasy in its wake.
The tight grip of fluttering walls makes Mira slow her rolling thrusts until she stills, hilting deep inside, holding Zoey closely as they ride out the last waves of their shared orgasm.
Strong hands splay across Zoey’s back, caressing up and down her spine, stroking soft, warm and sweaty skin with an affection that makes Zoey’s heart skip a beat. She pants softly as she catches her breath, burying her face into Mira’s temple, hiding away in silky pink hair. Aftershocks ripple through her in the most delightful of ways, and Zoey feels the swell of adoration in her chest, blooming with an undeniable warmth as she remains in Mira’s embrace.
“Feeling okay?” Mira grunts and clears her throat, still sounding winded from the exertion of their… vigorous exercise. Still, she makes an effort to check up on Zoey, and that makes Zoey swoon quietly, her lips tugging up into a wide smile at Mira’s care.
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” Is all Zoey murmurs along the shell of Mira’s ear, giggling as she kisses the pink-flushed skin there. Mira’s affection is always easy to find, to receive, to hoard—and Zoey finds herself with an abundance of joy knowing that it’s reserved especially for her.
“No, you’re perfect. Even if you are a menace at times.” Mira shudders into the soft skin of Zoey’s throat, already aware of the teasing her lover will do when she pulls back and finds Mira’s cheeks sprawling with a warm blush.
“No, you are!”
“Nuh-uh, it’s you.”
“I can’t believe we’re arguing—“
“We’re not arguing because you’re the perfect one here.”
“M-Mira!” Zoey splutters.
“Zoeyyy.” And Mira smirks as fondness settles across her features, unable to hold back her emotions as she stares up at her lover.
“Hey, I don’t sound like that!” Zoey's cheeks puff out adorably as she pinches at Mira’s face, huffing as she wrangles the warm emotion swelling within her chest.
“Ow, ow—quit pinching me!”