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[never_francesca]

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[cactusy]

Just wondering how late I can keep you up.

[She says matter-of-factly, tossing her shirt over a chair and getting to work on her pants next. She is, as before, wearing a sports bra with boxer-style undershorts - both black, nothing fancy.]

I don't wanna be inconsiderate.

[never_francesca]

[She grinned, tossing aside the jacket and working the undershirt over her head.]

I think you provide a better workout anyway.

[cactusy]

[Good, because Shaw wastes no time: the instant Franky has her shirt off and her face free, she pounces, catching her in a bruising kiss.]

[never_francesca]

[And the eager moan that escapes her is a bit of a surprise, but not the way her fingers grip in Shaw's hair, inviting more.]

[cactusy]

[And more she gets. Shaw deepens the kiss, mouth open against Franky's as she nudges her back towards the nearest surface: bed, couch, table, whatever. Unless Franky has a better idea, that is.]

[never_francesca]

[Couch in this case, falling back, her hands working at Shaw's pants, teeth moving to bite her lower lip with a growl.]