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Scarecrow || 7.6.19

WHO - Aerolyn Pierce ( @aerolynswitchpierce ) and Scarlett St James

WHERE - A Restaurant in Town

WHEN - July 6, 2019

TRIGGERS - Nada

NOTES - Scar tries to be mad about Aero freaking out on her, but ends up accepting her apology ;)

Aerolyn felt like a complete and total bitch after everything that had happened through texts the night before. She had been jealous and she had let that come through in the worst way. Scar didn't owe her anything and had done nothing wrong. And Aerolyn hoped that she could make things a bit smoother between them throughout the night; entirely too grateful that Scar was willing to still go into town with her that night. Wearing a blue dress that cut off just above her knees and a black leather jacket, her hair hanging down around her shoulders, Aerolyn made her way to the gate to wait for Scar. When she saw the redhead, she offered a sheepish smile. "Hi."

Scar still didn't understand what had happened the night before. And it had started off so promisingly, too. Self reflection wasn't really her thing, but she had spent more time than she would ever admit, reading through the texts, before letting Summer distract her. So when she received the apology text the next morning, she wasn't sure how to proceed, at first. A part of her wanted to be salty back, to take back her initial invitation. But a larger part of her really just wanted to spend time with the other girl. Which led her to the present, where she was dressed in a short leather skirt and an almost sheer sapphire blue halter top. Throwing on her trusty combat boots, and a light jacket, she grinned as when she saw Aero. “Hey, Bombshell.”

She relaxed a bit when she saw the grin on the other girl's face, biting down on her bottom lip. "You look gorgeous." Aerolyn offered, turning to head off of campus, her eyes focusing on the guard as he watched them leave. She knew that they were both allowed off of campus and so there was no reason for them to be stopped, but she still hated the way that they stared them down. She tilted her chin up and straightened her shoulders, trying not to show her anxiety and she grasped Scar's hand and led her off. She didn't know what to say in that moment, not sure how to push through some of the awkwardness holding on from the night before.

Giving an exaggerated wolf whistle, she came to a stop in front of the other girl. “Looking good, hot stuff.” Scar gave a twirl, a cheeky grin playing at her lips. “Does that mean you don't think I always look gorgeous?” She quipped, quirking one brow. “Because if so: rude.” There was something strangely intimate about walking away from the school, hand in hand, but she ignored her instinct to pull her forward. Of course, that didn't stop Scar from flipping off the guard as they went. This silence wasn't nearly as comfortable as the one on Wednesday, even she felt it, and it wasn't long before she couldn't stand it any longer. “So when am I going to get to see this mysterious tat? I saw Malia’s and honestly it looked lit af. You know, besides the puffiness and caked on blood and shit.” She said, far exaggerating what she had seen, as always.

She rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. "No, Scar. That's not what it means. You're sexy as hell and super gorgeous. And I always think that." Aerolyn stated firmly, biting down on her bottom lip. She wasn't lying. Scar was beautiful and just the sight of her caused her heart to flutter; which was definitely a problem because it was hard for her to believe that Scar would ever in a million years have a crush on her too. The awkward silence was a huge struggle and she wanted to go back in time and stop herself from being bitchy to the submissive. When Scar spoke up, she looked over and smiled softly. "You can see it right now if you want." She stopped moving and twisted her leg to show off her ankle.

“Sexy as hell and super gorgeous? Damn, girl, you gonna give me a big head out here or something.” Scar couldn't help but preen at the compliments, a cheeky grin on her face. If there was one thing she never tired of, it was compliments- in any capacity- and god help her if anyone ever found out how deep that enjoyment of praise truly ran. Dropping to an impressive squat, considering how form fitting her skirt was, her fingers skimmed over the tattoo lightly, “Good choice. Aero. It looks mad cool.” Getting back to her feet as they started walking once more. “Ugh, now I just wanna get more ink. Was your guy good? Like obvi he does good work, but like, was he chill?” It felt a lot like small talk, but there was only so much even she could do. And she’d be lying if she said she wasn't feeling a little weary. It had caught her off guard, how hurt she felt when she'd received that first text, and she wasn't anywhere near ready to subject herself to that again.

Aerolyn winked playfully at the girl and shrugged her shoulders. "I think I can handle it if I'm the one giving you a big head." The blonde said, rolling her eyes at herself. She was terrible at hiding the possessiveness that she was feeling. Possessiveness that she had no right feeling. She licked her bottom lip as Scar squatted, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Thanks, Trouble. Had to add another nerdy tattoo to the bunch. Really round it out." She winked and hummed at the submissive's words. "Well if you need an escort, I'm more than willing to go with you. And he was definitely good. Made sure we were chill and did good work. I definitely recommend him." She said softly, biting down on her bottom lip. "Did you eat at all?" The Switch questioned, trying to relax and feel as comfortable as she had the last time she was around Scar. But she had really fucked up.

“You and your dorky ass books,” she said teasingly with a roll of her eyes. She recognized some of the references of Aero’s tattoos, but there were definitely a handful she had no idea about- even as a closet nerd. The nickname brought a smile to her face, and she grinned toothily. “Yeah? I'll have to book you out early. Make sure I can get a bit of Bombshell time, just to myself.” Scar knew she sounded a little more sulky than she ought to, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Because she was trying to be the bigger person, but there was only so much she could manage. Tucking her hands in the pockets of her jacket, she shook her head. “Nah, I figured we could get a bite while we’re in town? I'm fifty shades of ready to eat something not a microwave dinner tbh.”

"Hey now. I have been very straight up with my nerdiness alright?" The tinge in Scar's voice caused her stomach to flop unhappily and she let out a soft sigh. Aerolyn lifted her hand and brushed a strand of hair behind Scar's ear. "As long as I'm not already taken, you can always have some of my time. I'm sorry I was a bitch last night. What I should have said was that I would be happy to come get drinks in town. Because it's true. I like getting to spend time with you." The Switch said to the submissive; breathing out slowly.

“A’ight, a’ight, that's a fair cop,” Scar said, shaking her head with a chuckle. She started to lean into the touch, before pulling away, a sort of half smile on her face. It was irrational to be upset by Aerolyn’s answer, but she was and there was no way for her to hide it- not that hiding her emotions was really her style, anyway. “I can't shade you for that, I guess.” She waved away the apology. “Really, Aero, it's fine. Like, it happens. The point is that I'm over it and we're going to chill now, right? Get a bite and some drinks. I'll still get the first round, but you've got the second.”

"Listen if it wasn't rude as fuck, I would up and leave to hang out with you in a second." Aerolyn offered, reaching the gently grasp her hand for a moment before letting it drop away. She didn't want to push any boundaries. "You're kind of one of my favorite people here to be honest with you." That's as close as she could get to saying that she kinda had a crush on her. "I will definitely get the second, Trouble. No problem at all." She mused gently.

“Who says you can’t be rude as fuck? You’re your own person.” She quipped, only a little serious. While she might be the type to just dip out of plans at the drop of the hat, she knew Aero just wasn’t that kind of person. And if she was being honest, it was one of the many things she liked about her. “Just kind of??? WooOoOOwOWWW, okay, I see how it is.” Even though Scar’s natural instinct was to be dramatic, she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach, or the slight flush that had begun to crawl up her neck at the comment. “And the third, too, right? I mean, how long can I make this guilt thing last?”

"I know I am, but I'd feel too bad." She winked playfully and shrugged. "You have the potential to move up." Aerolyn narrowed her eyes slightly at the submissive, before looking away. Truth was, that Scar probably would have been able to make the guilt thing last as long as she wanted to. The Switch felt super bad about how rude she had been, how unnecessarily rude she had been. Scar wasn't hers and it wasn't proper for Aerolyn to be as jealous as she was. Especially when she herself was spending time with other people. But she still couldn't help the fact that she hated that every person Scar seemed to talk to about sex was a blonde with blue eyes.

“I mean, I’m sure I could think of a couple of ways to make you feel better. Forget that stupid guilt.” She said with a shrug. “Just saying.” Her brows shot up and she grinned. “Oh? And how’s a bitch supposed to do that without any hints? Because I hate to lose, and in the words of the briLLIANT Ricky Bobby, if you ain’t first, you’re last.” The longer they were together, the easier their conversation seemed to flow, and it wasn’t long before they were hopping off the bus in town. In a moment of unexpected bravery, she slipped her hand in the blonde’s once more as they walked through town. “So where are you taking me to dinner? You know, since you're groveling, and whatnot.”

"Oh, I'm sure that you could occupy my mind...and my body. But I'd still end up feeling bad." Aerolyn said honestly, biting down on her bottom lip. "Keep doing what you're doing and you'll work your way up." Aerolyn promised, not wanting to admit that Scar was definitely at the top of the list. Hanging around the same spot as Deni. She glanced down at their clasped hands, surprised that Scar had made that move, but not complaining about it whatsoever; going so far as to do her best to ignore the butterflies waking up in the pit of her stomach. Aerolyn rolled her eyes slightly and shook her head. "Nah, I may be grovelling but your ass can have some bar food." She offered, nudging her hip against Scar's.

“Damn, I’mma need to up my game, then. Because if you’re still capable of coherent thought, I’ve clearly lost my touch.” There was a decidedly petulant note to her tone, but she decided to let it go, for the time being. “Well, that’s vague as shit, Bombshell. Do you mean picking fights with dom/mes and flipping of the heads? Because I’m down for it, but somehow I feel like that’s not quite on the mark.” She quipped with a cheeky grin. “I mean, you say that like bar food isn’t the best kind of food in the world. This bitch needs some frenchy fries and a thick, greasy burger, stat.” She said with a laugh, the point where their hips met burning pleasantly, even through their multiple layers.

"I mean, I very much enjoy your touch. There's no doubt about that, gorgeous." She mused, biting down on her bottom lip. "That is absolutely not what I mean, ya little shit." Aerolyn said, her tone teasing and light, even though she absolutely did not want Scar to mess with the Heads anymore. "Bar food is pretty fantastic. And we will definitely get you that burger and those fries. Right away." She mused with a smile, leading Scar towards the bar, casually wondering if they would be dealing with the same bartender that she and Malia had dealt with the night before.

“Coulda fooled me, on account of the fact that I barely got to touch you, bossy pants.” She complained half heartedly. In reality, she would never complain about having Aero, in any capacity, but she wasn’t ready for her to know that, yet. “Damn. A bitch can dream, though.” Shaking her head, she followed the other girl into the bar, glad to be out of the warmth of the evening- even if the bar was warmer from sheer capacity. “Hashtag BLESS. I’m starving. You hit the bar, and I’ll grab a table? And don’t get lost on the way back.” She quipped with a wink, disappearing to try and snipe a table for them.

She giggled and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I really, really like having you cum for me. But don't worry. Maybe one night soon I'll have you over and it'll be all about you fucking me." She said, biting down on her bottom lip and humming softly. "And you call me bossy pants?" She watched her walk away to see what direction she headed in before making her way to the bar. She ordered the burger and fries for Scar, along with a drink, before grabbing herself some chicken wings and potato skins, as well as a vodka cran. She grabbed the number they gave her and then moved through the bar, eyes scanning the room for a familiar red head of hair.

“You can’t just say things like that to me in public.” She said, letting out a groan of want at the mere suggestion. While she wasn’t traditionally one to enjoy giving pleasure more than receiving it, Aero was definitely an exception. “You definitely are,” She quipped over her shoulder with a wink. The bar was busy, but not overly crowded, and it didn’t take too long for her to find a couple getting ready to leave. Perking up as she spotted Aerolyn making her way closer, she stood and waved, yelling out to be heard over the crowd. “Over here, Aero!! Front and center!!”

"And why the hell not? Maybe I want you squirmy and needy for me while we're surrounded by people. Maybe I want you eager to have me take you in the middle of the dance floor." Aerolyn said, shrugging innocently. She narrowed her eyes, swatting at Scar's ass as she walked away from her. As she tried to find Scar a little while later, her head swiveled to face Scar as she called out and a smile formed on her face. She worked her way through the last few people and dropped into the seat next to the other girl. "You found me before I could find you." She mused, setting the number down on the table and glancing around at the people.

Though she’d never admit it, Aerolyn’s words were affecting her, and she felt her panties dampen. Once she was sure the other girl had spotted her, she sat back down, shifting uncomfortably. “That was a cheap trick, Bombshell,” She said, sticking out her tongue petulantly. “These are new panties and everything.” Of course, she’d sacrifice every pair she owned if Aero would slap her ass like that again. “What can I say, I’ve got amazing radar for that kind of thing. Like gaydar, but better.” She said with a cheeky grin.

"Not a trick at all. I'm just using the tools that I have at my disposal." She mused, letting her hand reach out to rest against Scar's thigh, squeezing lightly. "Mm, new panties for a night out with me? Well, don't I feel special." She said with a smile, sliding her hand toward the inside of her thigh before moving her hand away from her again. "Radar for finding pretty girls? That's definitely a useful tool."

Licking her lips, it took everything in her power not to reach down and put Aerolyn’s hand where she really wanted it. But if she’d learned anything, so far, it was that trying to take control benefitted exactly no one. “Mmmhhmm, I thought you might like them. Wanna see ‘em?” She quipped with a grin. She groaned in displeasure as the hand drifted away once more. “Something like that. I mean, not just any pretty girls. Only the most most pretty. Like, the ones who are literal bombshells of hotness.”

"You're just so damn sweet, Scar. You know that I one hundred per cent want to see those panties." She said, completely truthful, not needing to joke or lie about it in the slightest. "I better be the only one you're calling a bombshell, Trouble." Aerolyn said, that burst of jealousy making itself known; but at least this time it was able to be hidden behind the nickname that Scar had given to her. Her hand rested back on her thigh and she licked her bottom lip, pushing the fabric of her skirt up a bit.

“Aren’t I, though? She joked with a cheeky grin, biting at her lower lip. “Maybe for your birthday, I buy a new set for you. I’ll even model it for you and everything.” A bolt of heat shot directly to her core at the tone of Aero’s voice, and she nodded, letting her sass take the backseat for once. “Of course. Just you, Aerolyn. After all, there’s no one else who rocks my world the way you do.” Feeling the hand slipping up her thigh again, she lifted her hips, just enough to allow the worn leather to be pushed up a little higher, her breath coming heavier. “Fucking hell.”

Her eyebrows raised and she licked her lips at the thought. "I have to wait for February? Damn." She muttered, shaking her head slightly; keeping it to herself for the time being that that meant that they would be spending Valentine's Day together. Because she didn't know what the future held and she would hate to make plans like that, just for Scar to find someone else she would rather spend the day with. She felt some piece of her that had been out of wack since the night before slide back into place at Scar's words and she smiled. "Good." At Scar's reaction, she bit down on her bottom lip. "I love how you just melt for me." She cooed, turning her body so she was facing Scar, pulling her legs over her lap.

“Maybe your half birthday- if you’re nice to me.” She offered with a cheeky grin and a wink. She couldn’t quite remember when her birthday was, exactly, but there were a few sets she’d seen online that she thought Aero might like, and she was more than a little excited to find out if that was the case. “Deadass, Bombshell. How could anyone even measure up? Please.” She waved her hand noncommittally. “Melt? Me?” Her protests were weak at best as she allowed her body to be manipulated by the blonde, a grin on her face. “I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me if you promise not to make me wait too long.”

The Switch let out a sigh before shaking her head in amusement. "Alright then." At her next words, Aerolyn grinned and bit down on her bottom lip. It was nice to hear that coming from the girl. She chuckled softly, her head tilting as her eyes scanned over the submissive's face. She knew what her answer would be, but she wanted to make Scar wait and wonder for a little bit. Just as she was about to say something their food and drinks were brought to the table and she smiled. "Thank you so much." She offered, turning back in her seat, but keeping Scar's legs across her lap.

“I actually have just the set in mind, too.” She confessed with a wink. “Come on, you can’t leave me in susp-” Scar almost screamed when Aero turned away to pay attention to the server instead of her. Scowling at the boy, she stared daggers at him, not appreciating how his eyes lingered on Aero a little longer than was strictly necessary. Least of all when his presence was stopping her from having fun with the blonde to make matters worse. “Yeah, thanks, dude. You can go now. And take those roving eyes with you.”

Aerolyn glanced over at Scar, her heart thudding at the little bit of possessiveness that she found in her voice and on her face. That was new. And it was entirely too welcomed. She slipped her hand underneath the girl's skirt again, looking at the boy as she did it, knowing that there was no way that he couldn't tell what they were doing. "Yeah, we are more than okay here now." She offered, pressing her fingers against the girl through her panties in hopes of getting a gasp that would really show him that she had no interest in him at all.

Licking her lips, she lifted a brow in challenge as she met the boy’s eye, letting out a breathy gasp as she felt her fingers touch her at last. “Yeah, we’ll- well let you know if we need anything,” she snapped, though any threat in her voice was subverted by the fact that Aero clearly had her hand up her skirt. “So fuck off, ya creep!” She added on for good measure. She had no problem being watched, normally, but this time with Aerolyn was for her and her alone.

After Scar's snap, the boy turned and walked away with a grumble and Aerolyn turned her head towards Scar. Her free hand slipped behind Scar's head, tangling in her hair, and she tugged her into a kiss. It was nice to have a moment where Scar was possessive of her right back. Her fingers pushed aside her panties and she brushed her fingers through her folds, circling her clit.

Scarlett was incredibly glad that she wasn't chastised for her less than polite response- mostly because she had no intention of apologizing as she wasn't sorry in the slightest. And at any rate, why should she be. Aerolyn was out with her and therefore it was only reasonable that her attention remain with her as well. Returning the kiss with fervor, she was caught off guard by the sudden sensation of fingers on her clit, moaning wantonly into Aero’s mouth inhibition.

Her hand held Scar's head in place, tugging on the smooth curls at the back of her head, simply because she could. The entire situation they were in in that moment was sexy as hell...and Aerolyn was sure that she wouldn't mind if she never breathed again. She adjusted her hand as best as she could, slipping a finger inside of her.

The rough treatment surprised the sub, but she certainly didn't mind, the mix of pain and pleasure putting her body on overdrive. Her lips moved languidly against Aero’s and she felt herself give in to the dominant, letting her take control of her entirely. Subconsciously shifting her hips, her hands grasping at any part of the blonde she could reach.

Aerolyn really, really liked when Scar gave into what she wanted, when she allowed her to take control. Though she also liked the fight for control that led to Scar giving in. Her finger moved within the girl slowly and gently, sighing into the feel of the redhead's lips against her own. It was good. Really good.

Scar let it an incredibly un-Scar-like squeak as Aero’s fingers shifted in her, her eyes slipping closed as she let the domme play with her body as she pleased. There was something incredibly hot about breathing in the same air as the blonde like this. The only downside was the space between then, which was far too wide for her tastes, but she wasn't complaining. Not so long as Aerolyn kept pulling her hair like that and fucking her like she was the only person in the world.

She chuckled heatedly against Scar's lips at the squeak, absolutely loving that she was the reason that that sound had slipped from Scar's lips. This entire situation was sexy as hell and she honestly didn't mind at all that their drinks were warming and their food was getting cold. Her entire focus was on Scar and Scar's entire focus was on her and that's exactly how she wanted it. She slipped a second finger within her and twisted her hand to rub her thumb against the girl's clit.

There was something entirely too hot about letting Aero fuck her like this- their mouths pressed together and her legs spread as much as the booth would allow. Scar has intended on resisting more, sulking and guilting the blonde a little, but at this point, she knew it was futile. Especially when a second finger was added to the mix. “Oh my fucking god,” She breathed out against her lips. “More, Miss. Please, I'm so fucking close.”

"More? Such a greedy girl." Aerolyn muttered, she nipped at her bottom lip and then let her lips kiss along her jaw. She kissed down her neck and sucked lightly against her skin without leaving a mark. She pressed another finger inside the girl and smirked. "You're so wet for me, Scar. So wet. So sexy." She murmured, noting that the waiter was watching them and giggling against Scar's neck. "We have a bit of an audience. Our little fan can't stop watching."

“Greedy? Idk her. I’m practically vi-virginal,” She quipped out, though it lost any weight, her voice breaking as she felt herself stretched so deliciously. Scar whined petulantly when Aero’s lips moved from her own, but as she turned her head to look, she felt a fresh flood of moisture settled between her legs. “You know I'm always good for a show, but no thinking about that loser when you’re fucking me, Bombshell.” Lacing her fingers through Aero’s hair, she sent a smug smirk towards the boy, before leaning forward and biting the blonde’s neck, her eyes locked with his.

"Oh I promise that I never think of anyone else when I'm fucking you, Scar." Aerolyn murmured, gasping sharply at the feel of teeth on her neck. "Fuck, I'm all yours right now, Scar." She promised, her fingers wiggling playfully within the submissive as her head tilted back slightly to offer the girl more access to her neck. If it was a choice between Scar and the waiter, Scar would win every time. Hell, it would be hard for Scar to lose against anyone.

“You’d better not.” She hissed, rolling her hips as the fingers twisted deliciously in her, her jaw dropping a moment later, “All mine. Don’t you know LA girls don’t share?” Taking the invitation without hesitation, she bit down on the smooth expanse of skin, determined to leave her mark on the girl currently making her head spin. She had no idea how Aero had managed to make her so weak for her, so pliable, but she didn’t have the braincells to commit to that line of thought. Not when she had a Switch to mark up and a boy to make jealous.

"You don't share, hm? That is -fuck- very good to know. I'm not super into sharing you either." She offered, essentially giving away the reason she had been so bitchy the night before; without actually realizing it. She whined at the delicious sting of Scar mouth and teeth working at her neck. She knew there would be a mark left there, but she couldn't find it within herself to be upset about it; even if she wouldn't be leaving any marks with her mouth of the submissive's skin.

“Nope. I’m the daughter of two infamous celebrities. I’ve never shared anything in my entire life. And why should I?” She quipped with a grin. Scar was used to getting what she wanted, and she wasn't sorry in the least. A trickle of pride settled in her at Aero’s admission, and she lifted her lips. “Yeah? Want me all to yourself, Bombshell? Think you could handle it?” She challenged, biting down sharply on her collarbone. “I've been told I'm a bit of a handful,”

She chuckled softly and shook her head in amusement. "Interesting take on the world, Trouble." Aerolyn offered, biting down on her bottom lip. "Mhm, I do. Honestly, I think from now on, whenever we come into town, I will expect your phone to be off. So that I'm the only one you're focused on. Can't have me being a distraction when you're really thinking of someone else." She quipped, trying to make light of an actual fear. "I think I could handle you."

“You gonna turn yours off too?” There wasn't much Scar wouldn't have agreed to in that moment but if she was being honest, she didn't hate that idea. “You, a distraction? Please. You're the main fucking event, Bombshell.” She breathed out with a lopsided grin. There wasn’t a situation in the world where Aero would take the backseat in her mind. Not that she’d admit it, at any rate. “Show, don’t tell, babe.” She quipped with a wink, moistening her suddenly dry lips, missing the feeling of Aerolyn’s on her own.

"Absolutely." Aerolyn said with a nod, not having any issue with turning off her cell phone as well. She couldn't help but grin at Scar's words, the admission soothing the jealous and irrational part of her that had been present since the night before. "I haven't shown you enough yet? Don't worry, I have many plans for you and they will definitely show you just how well I can handle you." Aerolyn said with a chuckle and a shake of her head. She leaned in to press their foreheads together again as her fingers moved within the girl. Despite the fact that they were surrounded by other people, the moment still felt extremely intimate and it caused her heart to lurch suddenly.

“Then its a- a deal,” she panted out. It was difficult to keep her thoughts straight with Aero working her fingers like that. “Nope. Not convinced. Keep- keep going. Fuck, I love your plans.” Scar couldn't help but challenge her, even though there wasn't much traction to her statement. But it wasn't her way to just give up and relent. Least of all when being difficult yielded such excellent results usually. “Square up, buttercup.” Feeling Aerolyn’s breath mingling with her own sent a sensation she was not prepared for straight through her body, a shiver running down her spine as her orgasm suddenly rolled through her. “A-Aerolyn! F-fuck! Oh my god!”

"It's a deal." She replied with a nod of her head, pleased that Scar didn't seem to mind that she wouldn't have access to her phone. Made her feel much more confident in the fact that Scar really did enjoy the time they spent together, seeing as she wanted to be completely wrapped up in just them. "Mm, well, guess I'll just hae to keep showing you." She offered, not mad at all about the fact that she would have to continue to prove that she could handle her. "I know you do. They're pretty great plans." She said with a chuckle. She groaned as Scar's inner walls clenched down on her fingers, her thumb rubbing her clit to help prolong her orgasm. The Switch couldn't help but be proud that she had caused Scar to cry out as she had. As she finally came down from her high, she eased her fingers out of her and sucked them clean before kissing the submissive to let her taste herself on parted lips.

In that moment, there was nothing else. No bar, no club, no waiters, nothing. Just her and Aero, tucked away in their own little bubble. It was difficult to concentrate on anything other than the sensations coursing through her body, the pleasure burning through her veins. Scar so wanted to make a witty comeback, to prove she wasn't so taken that she could let the blonde have the last word. But any and all thought of evening the scales was lost as she clamped down, stars dancing in her eyes as her world was consumed with nothing but the switch before her. She felt empty, as Aero pulled away, but watching her suck her juices off of her own fingers like that sent another shudder through her, and she gladly accepted the kiss. “Definitely good plans, Bombshell.” She said with a dopey grin on her face.

She grinned at her words and pressed a kiss to her jaw before smoothing out the girl's skirt with a playful wink. "And there are plenty more plans that I have just for tonight. But first and foremost, I think I'm ready for some food. Before it gets even colder than it already is." She teased, letting her hand run up and down the submissive's leg for a moment before turning her attention to the food that had been placed in front of her earlier and quickly forgotten in favor of giving Scar all of her attention. The night was far from over and they would definitely need the energy that the food would give them to help them last through the fun.

The voice in the back of her mind whispered for her to be cautious- not to let herself be taken in with such ease. But as she met Aerolyn’s gaze, the smile playing at her lips, she knew she was already in way too deep. Scar was still breathing heavily as Aerolyn pulled away, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the blonde’s mischievous grin. “Yeah- yeah food. That’d be- that’d be good.” She licked her lips. “I mean, I could eat, but I’m not super hungry for food.” A shiver ran through her as she slumped back against the chair, biting her lip in an uncharacteristic show of shyness. "Did I mention I think you might kill me?"

Aerolyn glanced over at the submissive and she shrugged her shoulders. "What a way to go out though, right?" She joked, shruggng her shoulders slightly. "You will get dessert. I promise you that. But you have to eat your dinner first." Aerolyn said, leaning in to press her lips against Scar's once more before pulling back. "Eat up, Trouble." She didn't want to waste a single moment of the time that she had with the submissive, so she was determined to eat quickly to get on with their night.

“I mean I'm game if you are.” For as low that eating food was on the list of ‘things Scar wanted to’, she knew it was probably for the best. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't whine a bit about it first. “Mmm, I'm not hungry for that, Aero. Can't we just, like, take it to go?” She asked, pushing closer to nip and suck at her neck. Feeling the blonde shake her head adamantly, she sighed unhappily. “Okay, I'll eat my dinner like a good girl, and then I get my dessert. Deal?”

"F-fuck. Nope. Sorry Scar. Eat now." She bit down on her bottom lip, pleased when Scar actually referred to herself as a good girl. But she wasn't going to make too big a deal out of it. Because she knew that Scar would most definitely retreat. She needed more time to really get used to the idea, and Aerolyn truly didn't mind waiting for that to happen. "Sounds perfect to me, Scar. I'm looking forward to it."

It was hard to back off when she was told to, and part of her wanted to throw a fit, to be difficult, but she knew that with Aero, that would likely only delay her even further. Grumbling half heartedly, she slid over slightly in the booth, turning to face her food, but being sure to maintain some kind of contact with the other girl. “Fine. Food first. Dessert second. But no takebacks.” She said, popping a french fry into her mouth.

#p: aerolyn #p: 7.6.19

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