#shilohxmonroe

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biting back the flash of indignation as it bubbled, shiloh briefly wondered if monroe would notice if she rolled her eyes while she was busy doing the same. her instincts had always, often wrongly, angled more towards fight than flight, no matter the circumstance, so it was… interesting, trying to restrict herself. "a start?" she echoed, blinking at the redhead. "you're hard to please, huh?" not for the first time, she found herself grateful that she was swift on her feet as she followed the momentum closer to monroe. mainly so she didn't do something embarrassing, like stumble over them.

shiloh considered it a victory for herself, really, because she'd gotten what she wanted when it came to the taller woman's hands on her. "i don't think my heart had a lot to do with it." she quipped, and the joke only felt a little like deflection. a small gasp escaped her when the hand that was on her hip moved lower and grabbed her ass - one that she was happy to forget about when monroe's lips met hers. she smiled into the kiss even as she felt the heat grow in her cheeks. "i know. softy."

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄, unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes at shiloh's petulance. even now, the shorter woman was still trying to weasel her way out of things. ❝ sorry doesn't count for much unless you actually change your behavior, ❞ the redhead pointed out, though she did feel a bit ridiculous doing so. it wasn't like shiloh had actually done anything wrong. ❝ but... i suppose it's a start. ❞ since both of shiloh's hands were wrapped around her wrist, she used the grip as leverage to tug the woman closer while allowing her free hand to move to shiloh's waist. she could practically see the wheels turning in her friend's mind &, for whatever reason, she had a good feeling about it.

❝ well, well, well. looks like someone's had a change of heart, ❞ monroe teased, gently squeezing shiloh's hip before sliding her hand down even further to grab the woman's ass. still, she was mindful of shiloh's hesitance. so, instead of bragging any further, she leaned forward to capture her friend's lips in a soft kiss. ❝ i promise i'll take good care of you. ❞

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"well, for starters, i wouldn't call it whining." shiloh couldn't help but retort, before she had to swallow an indignant sound back down, because people could be a lot of things with her, but bored wasn't one of them. it might have been the threat of monroe withdrawing her touch, and herself and therefore any possible future touch, that clued her in. in what was a rare turn of events for her, shiloh couldn't find a different way to play things, and her curiosity was the final push to quietly admit defeat. being called a bad girl in this context was a first, and while the petite woman might not know how to react to that, her body definitely did. between that and the thought of the redhead bending her over, for any reason, she knew what she needed to do. "wait," shiloh sighed, raising her arms so she could wrap her hands around monroe's wrist. "it's not please or thank you, but how about i'm sorry?" she'd wonder why her libido was more important than her pride, but she already knew the answer. this particular situation might be new to her, but she wouldn't deny how turned on she was; there was no point when they both already knew. "will you spank me?" usually, shiloh would push her luck here, too - but even she was aware that it wasn't the time. "please?"

❝ no tantrums ? ❞ the redhead repeated back with a scoff. ❝ what do you call all the whining that you've been doing ? ❞ at this point, they were just getting caught up over semantics, which was pointless. monroe was stubborn, but she also knew when to walk away. ❝ i'm already bored, ❞ she pointed out, lips slightly pursed. for better or worse, she was used to getting her way & she didn't do well with rejection. plus, she didn't see the point in rewarding disobedience. ❝ i mean, why bother at all if you're not going to give me what i want ? ❞ monroe added, swiping her thumb over shiloh's bottom lip one last time. ❝ i'm not going to waste my time with someone who can't even give me a simple please or thank you. ❞ it sounded a lot harsher than she intended, but at the same time, it was true. ❝ if you want me to bend you over my knee & spank you for being a bad girl, then just ask me to. otherwise, i'm not going to entertain you. that is your punishment. ❞ if they were already in the swing of things, she would merely withhold the woman's next orgasm until she begged for it. but shiloh hadn't even earned her touch, so there was only so much she could do.

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a little too distracted by a new thought in her head, shiloh simply offered a coy shrug, before taking advantage of the placement of monroe's thumb and poking her tongue out to meet it with a kitten lick. "a brat?" her eyes widened with an innocence that was clearly feigned to anyone who had spent more than ten minutes with her. "you follow a natural curiosity and that's what the other side labels you." though, really, she wouldn't deny that it sounded like a good time to her. her eyes stayed locked on the redhead's, and she could feel the pout forming on her lips. punishments were supposed to be sexy, so she would like it. "what are you talking about? no tears, no tantrums, i'm handling it just fine." she almost huffed at the hit to the pride she had the tendency to be a little too full of. being a good girl wasn't something normally found in her repertoire, but the thought was intriguing, and she shifted on her feet. if only she wasn't cursed with the perpetual need to test and push at boundaries. "and risk you getting bored?"

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖, still holding onto the shorter woman's face as she studied her expression. shiloh was a bit of a jokester & sometimes it was hard to tell if she was being serious, but monroe really was the type to tie up her partner & tease them until they begged for release. ❝ is that what you want ? ❞ the redhead questioned, slowly dragging her thumb over the edge of shiloh's bottom lip. ❝ you think being a brat will get me to take matters into my own hands & give you some sort of punishment ? ❞ she spoke in a low tone, barely above a whisper. but given the lack of distance between them now, it didn't matter much. ❝ trust me, shiloh. if i give you a punishment, you're not gonna like it. ❞ the comment wasn't meant to be threatening, it was just simply a fact. ❝ you can't even handle me withholding your lighter. how are you gonna handle anything else ? ❞ she explained further. ❝ things would go a whole lot smoother if you'd just be a good girl & ask for what you want. nicely. ❞

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"will i be detained if i try to leave?" shiloh wiggled her eyebrows, entirely unable to help herself even if she wanted to - which she by no means did. she could admit it didn't take a lot for her to get turned on around the redhead, though monroe seemed aware of that all on her own. shiloh couldn't quite tell if that tidbit was helpful or harmful to her case. what she did know was that if anyone else talked to her that way, she'd feel obliged to answer with a fist. but when monroe talked to her like that? the answer settled much lower, and she actually had to fight to hide the tingle that ran down her spine. "well i am now." she blinked almost impishly up at the other woman.

❝ well, now you do. ❞ monroe shrugged, unflinching in her resolve. shiloh was only joking, but she'd been called much worse than a dictator before. besides, there was no use in denying the accusation because it was true. she liked being in control & there wasn't much anyone could say to change her mind once she decided that she wanted something. or someone. ❝ au contraire, ma petite chérie. ❞ the redhead cooed, gently grasping shiloh's chin between her thumb & forefinger. ❝ you're already turned on. ❞

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"that's not the word i'd use." shiloh didn't know the whole story but she didn't need to to come to that conclusion. a picture had been painted, and that was enough for her. she hoped her softened teasing reflected the meaning behind it; she wasn't going anywhere, trauma wasn't enough to scare her away. "i didn't realise we were involved in a dictatorship." hands settling on her hips, shiloh met monroe's eyes with quirked brows, letting it be a display of her own stubbornness. would she give in eventually? sure, probably, and she truly didn't mind that fact one little bit - but she could never do it too easily. it went against her very nature. "just so you know, if you keep being mean to me, i'm going to get turned on."

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓, lips pulling into a slightly more sheepish half - smile. it wasn't easy to disclose something so personal, but shiloh seemed to be taking it well. at the very least, she didn't seem put off by all her trauma, which was a plus. ❝ oh, they're peachy. ❞ probably off somewhere desperately attempting to set her up in an arranged marriage with some boring rich white man before she turned thirty. ❝ see, that's what you're not getting. ❞ the redhead paused, turning to look down at shiloh once more. ❝ this isn't a negotiation. it's not about being fair or reasonable. it's about getting what i want & i'm not the type to settle for less. ❞

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her lips pulled into a grin when monroe laughed. the sound suited her. "so everything about you is complex; noted. by the way, your parents sound great." it was in a roundabout way, since shiloh hadn't even met her parents beyond vacating her mother, but she understood how deeply trauma from a parent could wound. though she knew an answer in that vein was coming, shiloh huffed. "if you're going to insist on calling me princess, i think you can let me off. fair's fair." she knew where that one was likely to get her, too, but she was nothing if not persistent. "i have it easy? put yourself in my position. this is the single most traumatic thing that's happened to me today." was it dramatic of her? maybe, but she was letting monroe know where she stood - like it wasn't obvious already. her eyes briefly fell to the lighter in the other woman's hand, and she wondered if she was quick enough, she'd be able to grab it. "are you the pot or kettle here?" stubborn knew stubborn. "and give in so soon? it's like you don't know me at all."

❝ no, ❞  monroe  laughed,  somewhat  surprised  by  shiloh’s  response.  not  everyone  was  willing  to  engage  with  her  dark,  sometimes self - deprecating  sense  of  humor.  ❝ but  she  did  say  i  have  complex  ptsd because i was raised by a narcissist. ❞ normally, she wasn't so quick to disclose her diagnosis, but shiloh didn't seem like the type who would judge her for having a complicated past. at least she was trying to work through her problems, instead of just shutting everyone out. ❝ hm.. i'd say next to none, ❞ the redhead answered with a grin. ❝ i'm not gonna let you off easy, princess. you already have it easy enough. ❞ shiloh might not have felt that way, but most people probably would have just said please by now. ❝ you're definitely being obstinate. but generally, that's correct. you are just delaying the inevitable, so you might as well just get it over with. ❞

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"you sure she didn't use the word 'borderline' anywhere?" shiloh teased. she figured monroe had her own set of baggage, because didn't everyone? it was what made them unique, and she was thoroughly fond of the other woman's brand of it. "what are my chances of this princess thing being a one time thing?" the look on her face said she knew she'd made a mistake; it could have easily been the defining photo for oh no. "i do. i mean, i am suffering, aren't i?" with a gesture towards herself, shiloh nodded, a grin that was more than a little naughty moving into place now. "though i am willing to discuss… alternative punishments." she wanted to sigh again at that - the thought that she could be on cloud nine - but she refrained, opting to continue arguing instead. "i'm not being obstinate - i'm putting off what is apparently inevitable since someone's feeling extra cruel tonight."

❝ no, ❞ monroe answered with a shrug. ❝ but my therapist has & she said i don't have narcissistic personality disorder. ❞ she was half - tempted to push the joke further, but she didn't want to overshare──especially since some people were overly keen on accusing others of trauma dumping. she liked shiloh... a lot, & she didn't want to scare her away. ❝ sure thing, princess. ❞ the redhead grinned, already anticipating the next wave of protests. ❝ you think this is a punishment ? ❞ in a way, it was. but really, she could hardly be blamed for using shiloh's standards & definitions. ❝ you'd be on cloud nine already if you weren't being obstinate. ❞

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"just out of curiosity, have you ever measured your ego?" shiloh was grateful when monroe turned away - and also annoyed, because ideally she'd like her to move closer; but it stopped the woman from being able to see the glimpse of a pout that formed as she got further away, and also as she looked at the joint in her hand before she tucked it into her pocket. "oh, i see how it is." a smirk formed as she still kept herself from following, not wanting to appear too eager. "just call me cinderella i guess." now she let herself move, if only to let monroe hear the sigh of pain that followed. "i can't believe i'm being punished for using logic." tilting her head, she gave the taller woman a look. "excuse me, i'm a woman of my word. maybe you should stop twisting what i say."

❝ it's not about voting for myself. it's about betting on the winning team, ❞ monroe replied before spinning on her heel to begin walking away, lighter still in hand──though she no longer held it over her head just to taunt her vertically challenged friend. ❝ those are your words, not mine. ❞ she clarified, barely managing to suppress her grin. ❝ but, y'know. if the shoe fits, i suppose. ❞ clearly, they were both stubborn. but if it came down to a simple contest of wills, she was confident that she could hold out for as long as necessary to come out on top. ❝ actually, i can. ❞ she countered. ❝ instead of trying to backtrack, maybe you just shouldn't say things you don't mean. ❞

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shiloh returned the look with two raised brows of her own, because two could and were playing that game. "i guess either i'm estimating you just right, or i'm a slow learner." a shrug was given even as mischief danced in her eyes. this was one of her favourite things - easy back and forth where they could poke and prod at each other. her mouth was bigger than her muscles, she was a stoner, not a fighter; but as long as she was having a good time, she didn't care. "since i've technically already said it, then technically you should give it to me." she held her hand out for monroe to place the lighter into, despite knowing full well it wouldn't happen. "nuh-uh, unfair! who knows how long that would be, sadist."

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖  a  subtle  smirk  forming  on  her  lips  as  she  gazed  down  at  the  other  woman.  ❝ i  thought you would’ve  known  better  than  to  underestimate  me  by  now. ❞  it  wasn’t  like  she  had  a  history  of  violence,  but  she  wasn’t  some  helpless  damsel  in  distress  either.  she  worked  hard  to  maintain her reputation as someone who could hold her own. ❝ what's the big deal ? you've technically already said it, ❞ she pointed out, thumb gliding over spark wheel of shiloh's precious lighter. ❝ if you don't think it should count, then i'd be happy to hold out even longer──until i feel like you've earned it. ❞

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"i never would have guessed." shiloh deadpanned, small grin in place. a smirk soon replaced the look, every bit mischievous as she thoroughly enjoyed monroe's dramatics. part of her wanted to argue that if the other woman got to be dramatic, she could be ridiculous - which she was fully aware she could be - but she wanted to take a different approach. "mm, i don't know, that wouldn't sound like much of a threat to me." to shiloh, in the context of them? it sounded like a good time. "a word i don't like." she stressed; as if there wasn't a multitude of occasions she could be persuaded to use it. feeling herself heat up at the entirety of monroe's next words, she cocked her head at the taller woman, smirk still lingering on the corners of her mouth. "does one word really count as begging?"

❝ well, what can i say ? ❞ the redhead purred. ❝ i do love a good show. ❞ no use in denying it or pretending otherwise. they wouldn't even be in this situation if it weren't true. ❝ an extortionist ? please. ❞ monroe scoffed, rolling her eyes with a dramatic flare. ❝ don't be ridiculous, shiloh. i haven't threatened you with violence. ❞ at least, not yet. truth be told, she wouldn't mind a bit of roughhousing with the shorter woman. ❝ c'mon, it's just a word, ❞ she insisted, slowly inching closer. ❝ i promise i won't tell anyone how pretty you are when you beg. ❞

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hearing the comment was enough for shiloh to lower herself from where she'd previously been standing on her tip toes to further her efforts. "careful, your sadism's showing." she teased, far too entertained by monroe to even fathom being annoyed by the situation. while a few people would prompt that reaction, the redhead wasn't one of them. shiloh was a little too busy with the fun they had; no matter the instigator. "what are you, an extortionist now?" the quip fell as her nose crinkled with so much distaste at the request, it may as well have been disgust. "please? really? you know how i feel about that word." she gave a sigh that showed just how long-suffering she considered herself to be.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐔𝐋 shove with little to no effort, still dangling the lighter above the shorter woman's head. ❝ i do know that, ❞ the redhead hummed, quite obviously delighted by the exchange. ❝ but i like watching you work for it. ❞ the two of them were an unlikely pair given their respective upbringings, but there was just something about shiloh that put her at ease──made her feel like it was okay to step out of line & be a little adventurous from time to time. ❝ i'll tell you what, ❞ monroe added with a grin. ❝ i'll give it to you if you say please. ❞