#shilohxmonroe

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"the enthusiasm will come, and the rest is already there." it would, shiloh knew, she just had to get out of her head more first. trust wasn't the issue, because she doubted there was anyone she'd trust more than the redhead with this. it was much more likely, and largely, due to the nail monroe had hit on the head - pride. she wondered if it was hypocritical, since she was starting to think it was pointless arguing with the woman who always seemed to have an answer. ordinarily, shiloh would argue that counting was math, and the only thing she liked counting was her tips after a busy night, and a small part of her still wanted to. but the rest of her - the bigger part that won out - was more curious about monroe's hand and its path from her thigh to her ass. each second that passed felt like a minute, and she couldn't tell if the anticipation was worse when she could feel the hand on her, or after the redhead had removed it. the second was, at least, short lived. this time, when monroe's hand landed, she gasped. the force was enough to make her heart skip a beat, and she immediately wanted to experience it again. she thought she might be embarrassed by the sound that accompanied the spank, at least a little, but she wasn't, though she felt her face heat up. "one."

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, not in frustration, but in quiet amusement, as if savoring a thought before letting it slip free. ❝ enthusiastic participation & consent. ❞ the terms were a bit cliche, like something straight out of a sex education class, but they were accurate. it was obvious that shiloh wanted this, but she was dragging her feet, which made it harder to get a read on things. ❝ maybe, ❞ the redhead shrugged. ❝ but you didn't correct me. ❞ her gaze lingered, steady & patient, as she watched the woman work through her options. but, as expected, shiloh moved closer to lay across her lap. ❝ there's no math, silly. just simple counting, ❞ monroe insisted, instantly reaching out to glide a hand over shiloh's thigh, tracing a slow, deliberate path up the curve of her ass. she lingered there for several seconds, savoring the warmth beneath her palm before eventually lifting her hand to deliver the first spanking. the sheer force sent a satisfying tremor across shiloh's plump bottom, along with a sharp sound that echoed throughout the room. every nerve in her body was screaming at her to close the distance again, to leave her mark──but she held back, fingers twitching at her side as she waited for shiloh's response.

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there was a thrill in being held to something, shiloh decided, even if it did serve to breed more and more curiosity. monroe was somewhere between a puzzle and a challenge, and there was currently nothing the bartender wanted more than to find out what she was all about. "what do you want?" it was a simple question, but she quite liked the weight hidden behind it. her head cocked slightly, in a manner that was almost inquisitive. "those are your words." she pushed back, though she was more than intrigued at the prospect of being broken by her, and, on many levels, looking forward to it and the road to getting there. there was no point denying the truth there, because she did want the taller woman to spank her and they both knew it. ordinarily, she would have argued that she didn't really have many boundaries, but she was a little focused on other things. the look on monroe's face and the way she spoke were unfairly attractive, and it made shiloh want to squirm, which she thankfully (mainly) managed to keep internal. she paused, like she was weighing her options - like there were any, really - before she finished closing the distance between them. "i didn't realise this would involve math." she grumbled as she lay herself over the redhead's lap, right where her hands had patted.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏 to suppress the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth, pearly white teeth digging in to her plump bottom lip. the pressure was ultimately hard enough to hold back her smile, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement at shiloh's whining. ❝ technically, you've been following directions, but you're still not giving me what i want. ❞ it'd be easy to manhandle the shorter woman into position & deliver a firm spanking, but she wanted shiloh to admit that she liked being bossed around. at least, for their first go around. ❝ you asked me to break you, ❞ monroe pointed out while staring up at the other woman from her seated position. ❝ that's a mental thing, not just an exercise in brute strength. ❞ she couldn't purport to be an expert, but the fact that they were still having this conversation was evidence that shiloh found psychological aspects of submission far more challenging than any physical pain that might follow. ❝ when i spank you, it'll be because you want me to. ❞ not because she, as the dominant one in the scenario, had any sort of real power in the situation. ❝ i love that you're so eager. but quite frankly, i don't know your boundaries well enough to push them. so. ❞ monroe patted her lap with a smug grin. ❝ you're going to lay right here & count each spanking out loud until you can't handle any more or until i decide that you've earned a reward for being a good girl. ❞ if shiloh really wanted to test the waters beyond that, they could try it next time around.

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shiloh listened to the woman with keen ears. she'd never been up against someone quite like monroe before, and her interest was clearly more than piqued - which she was completely casual about, of course. "i've been doing what you want." she pointed out, glossing over the way it almost, almost, bordered on a whine. hearing it put so simply, for exactly what it was, didn't exactly deter how turned on she was. there was a reason she was there, even if she wasn't quite ready to say the words herself yet. "if less stubborn doesn't work, that might be how it has to be." shiloh didn't hate the thought, and she was trying, kind of. it was hard not to be drawn in by the colourfulness of the redhead's voice. a little moan escaped her at the treatment of her nipple, and she bit her lip, torn between disappointment and excitement when the woman moved away; she liked the feeling of monroe pressed against her, a lot, but there was still much to come. "i think i'll leave being proud of that to you." her nose crinkled at the thought of feeling pride at such an unfamiliar thing, making her way towards where the woman was now seated, stopping just short of following the instruction. "what happened to you bending me over?"

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 it whatever she wanted, it wouldn't change the facts. ❝ sure, let's go with that. you're curious, ❞ the redhead hummed, punctuating the phrase with a soft nip to the sensitive skin along the side of the woman's neck. ❝ you want to know what it's like to submit to me, & trust me, i'm excited to show you. but you have to stop being so stubborn, baby, or you're not gonna be able to walk tomorrow. ❞ there was an obvious playfulness to the teasing rhythm to her tone, each word dipped in charm and mischief. yet, beneath the surface, there was an unmistakeable thread of seriousness woven into her statement. it lingered in the way that she paused for too long, permitting herself the opportunity to roughly tug & pinch her friend's nipple until it hardened to a peak. ❝ well, i suppose you can keep your pride, so long as you're proud of being a good girl, ❞ monroe reasoned, finally pulling away to take a seat on the sofa. a fine loophole, if she did say so herself. ❝ now, be a dear & come lay over my lap. ❞

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shiloh gave a little pleased hum as she was pulled back. the way the taller woman's hands moved left a trail of heat in their wake, one she was content to focus on - only her stubborn streak wouldn't be squashed so easily. "i'm not being shy." she denied, though the accusation didn't bug her the way it normally would. it was kind of hard to be annoyed when she had to gasp at the way the woman's fingers pinched her nipple beneath her bra. "i'm just… curious." shiloh arched her chest, simultaneously pressing her body even further back against the redhead, making a point that also gave her the perfect excuse to shift discreetly on her feet at the mention of monroe spanking her. "how about i keep the pride?"

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 around the shorter woman's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush. ❝ cosmos it is, ❞ the redhead confirmed, lips moving further up the side of shiloh's neck as she pressed her palms flat against the woman's bare torso, possessively groping each curve she could get her hands on. ❝ there's no need to be shy, y'know. ❞ she whispered with a grin, fingers slipping beneath shiloh's bra to pinch her nipple. ❝ definitely no need for pride. i already know how badly you want me to spank you, so just... relax. ❞

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shiloh tried to be patient, truly, but this wasn't a context where she could be, and she found herself subconsciously shifting her weight on her feet. "i don't know." for as adventurous as she was, she'd never needed one. the idea of needing one was… intriguing, in the horniest way possible. she let herself feel monroe moving closer, anticipating whatever would come next when the woman pulled her hair out of the way. "cosmos." as soon as the word was out, shiloh's teeth pressed into her lower lip to muffle the sound that wanted to come out when she got her answer with the redhead's teeth along her skin.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 to her side once she was fully out of shiloh's line of sight. she wasn't trying to torture the poor woman, she wanted a clear view of the bartender's assets as she stripped down to her undergarments. since she was going to spend the rest of the evening pounding her friend into submission, she figured she deserved at least one moment of quiet reflection to admire how gorgeous shiloh actually was. ❝ what's your safe word ? ❞ the redhead questioned, stepping closer to pull shiloh's hair back & expose her bare shoulder. her lips descended mere moments later, teeth dragging along the sensitive skin at the base of shiloh's neck to leave her first mark.

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the quiet from monroe was going to drive her crazy if it continued, shiloh just knew it. it hadn't been long at all and she was already antsy. she loved talking, especially when it turned dirty; usually, she'd happily fill the silence herself, only she didn't really know what to say. when the redhead spoke only for it to be a single word, she wanted to roll her eyes, but instead she exhaled softly when fingers ghosted across her now exposed skin. part of her was frustrated when monroe moved behind her and she couldn't see her anymore, but the other, larger part found it thrilling. she kicked her shoes off as she undid the button on her jeans, bending as needed as she tugged them down her legs so they could join her shirt where she'd let it fall.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 for shiloh to comply with the instruction, poised with perfect posture as she studied the shorter woman's curves. again, there was a delay──not long enough for her to intervene, but enough to remind her that she couldn't be soft or affectionate with shiloh unless she earned it. simple touches could be used to reward her dear friend for obedience, but anything more than that would have to wait. ❝ good, ❞ the redhead commented, stepping a bit closer to reach out & run the tips of her fingers over shiloh's toned abdomen as she circled around to stand behind her. ❝ pants, too. ❞

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"i think it sounds plenty fun." because of course it did to her, though she didn't mind half as much as she protested she did; shiloh enjoyed being kept on her toes. whatever it was monroe did to her at least constituted as that, plus she had the woman's lips against her now, so she didn't think she was doing too badly here. her head cocked just slightly to the side at the question, watching the redheads grin when she pulled back as she wondered what she'd unintentionally said this time and where it would lead -and where it led, of course, was to her getting wetter. but just because she was self-aware of that didn't mean she knew what to say to it, so she settled for nothing. "ready when you are." shiloh couldn't help but size her up as she contemplated the words. but since she relished in monroe's eyes on her, she couldn't help but want that against her bare skin, so it didn't take long at all for her to pull her shirt over her head.

❝ true, but where’s the fun in that ? ❞ monroe replied, grinning as she pressed her lips against shiloh's cheek. the poor girl was still holding on to whatever semblance of pride she had left, which monroe couldn’t fault her for. but, sooner rather than later, she’d get the shorter woman to admit defeat & submit to her completely, without any hesitation or complaints. ❝ is it ? ❞ the redhead grinned, pulling back to look down at her friend. it seemed she hadn't even realized the gravity of her statement. ❝ well, since you're here so i can break you, why don't we get the show on the road, hm ? ❞ monroe took a small step back & lowered her gaze, finally allowing herself to admire the woman's body without bothering to hide it. ❝ take your shirt off. ❞

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"you know you don't have to call me out for everything, right?" shiloh teased, sure monroe could feel the way her lips shifted into a smirk. it beat the lying allegations she was sure she would receive if she outright denied it - besides, it was much more fun skirting around the truth. "you, obviously." she managed before she felt her body move in a way she wished it wouldn't, pressing further onto her toes when the redhead grabbed her ass again. her head tilted as she listened to monroe, and if it acted as encouragement for lips to continue their trail, then so be it. "i don't know that yet." for once, she wasn't trying to argue; the promise behind the words felt delightful. "isn't that why i'm here?"

❝ hmm. i'm not so sure about that, ❞ the redhead muttered in response, lips pressing against the corner of shiloh's mouth in a much more playful, teasing kiss. their friendship was complicated enough without adding feelings into the mix, but she knew shiloh had a soft spot for her. otherwise, she never would have tolerated monroe's demands. ❝ who are you callin' a softy ? ❞ she teased further, roughly squeezing the shorter woman's ass while kissing along her sharp jawline to whisper in her ear. ❝ you & i both know you're going to be begging me to take it easy on you in a minute, shiloh. you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds. ❞

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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. ❞