| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | A Rose for my Valentine |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Fullmetal BFMV
When Jill woke up, the bedroom was plunged in the yellowish darkness of the city's night. She was alone on the bed.
She stood up and glanced at the red LEDs of her alarm clock. Six thirty-two, less than half an hour before the alarm would go off.
She grabbed her phone. Nothing.
She put on a fresh pair of panties and stepped in the living room. No one.
Well, it was fun while it lasted, Jill thought, but I guess you have better things to do than stay with longer than you need.
With a bit of désappointement in her heart, she paced to the coffee machine, clinging to the core memory she made last night.
The machine began to roar, and a thick, black liquid began to drip down from it. Hmmm, morning coffee.
She was absently watching her mug filling when a warm hand find its way on her hip.
Her body went in full combat mode at the stranger's contact. She grabbed the hand by the wrist, turned around in flash, twisting her aggressor's arm, and launched her other hand to grab their throat.
That's when her brain fully processed the situation, quickly confirmed by her eyes: it was Rosa. Of course. Who else could it be? She was still pantless, but her skin was warm and smelled fresh. Was she wearing a pair of Jill's panties?
"Damn, princess, you're quick!"
Being call 'princess' brought Jill back to reality. She release the arm and withdrew her hand from Rosa's neck.
"Damn, I'm— You scarred me, ma'am! You were so quiet, how did you pull this off?"
Rosa stretched her neck and rubbed her wrist. "Wasn't hard, the coffee machine was screaming. I used your shower, you don't mind, right?"
This was more of an assertion than a question, and Jill smiled, happy to see that the assertive cop did not leave on the sly.
"I'm glad you stayed," she dumbly said. Then she turned around so Rosa could not see her cheeks burning. "Coffee?"