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It was a bad idea,
Calling you up
Was such a bad idea,
'Cause now I'm even more lost
“Hey sis, could we meet up or some shit? We’ll be in Roanapur for a few days.”
Balalaika’s voice rolled through the phone’s speaker, smooth and calm, “I believe that can be arranged. I have a meeting at Oskar’s tomorrow night. I can meet you after.”
“...Yeah. I can do that.”
“I will see you then, Revy.”
You put your hands under my shirt
Undid my bra and said these words
"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
Balalaika’s hand raked up her back, deftly going to undo her bra, one hook and then the other. A hand slipped up the front, grabbing for her breast. The kiss was a stranglehold, and she was pressed against the wall. The bathroom’s tile was cold against her back, and Balalaika’s body was warm under her hands, and against her body when she stopped to grind against Revy, trying to lift her body up.
You pushed me up against my wall
Threw my clothes down on the floor
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
She eventually stopped trying to lift Revy, and Balalaika’s hand came around to the front, undoing her belt and edging her shorts down until they hit the floor. Revy groaned, trying to keep her legs together to hide how aroused she was. Wetness soaked her underwear, and Balalaika’s nail slipped under the waistband first, before slowly edging them down. She leaned in, kissing Revy, tongue forcing its way into her mouth.
It was a bad idea,
Calling you up,
Was such a bad idea
I'm totally fucked
Revy let out a strangled noise, tugging at the raspberry fabric, hand trying to return the action, the snug fabric refusing to give her access. Balalaika’s hand met its destination first, hand slipping between her legs and separating the wet folds of her cunt. Revy cursed, trying to focus, reaching around for the zipper. But Balalaika’s hand was skilled, a nail scratching dangerously close to her outer lips, when she kept moving, not listening to Balalaika’s order to be quiet or hold still.
It was a bad idea
To think I could stop
Was such a bad idea
I can't get enough
Balalaika pulled away her soaked hand, lips parted and looking down at Revy. One hand returned to her breast, and reached back to unzip her skirt, and edge it up to her waistline. “There.”
Revy’s hand reached forward, slipping it down under her tights and palming once over her panties before edging back up, and dipping down again, and Balalaika ground into her hand. She let out a breath, looking down at Revy, tightening the hold on her breast. Revy leaned up, trying to kiss her. Balalaika leaned down slightly, kissing her, ignoring the finish on her hand as she rubbed at Revy’s bare hip, leaving a mess there.
It was a bad idea
Needing you so late
Was such a bad idea
'Cause I can't think straight
She rocked into Revy’s hand, forcing her face into her neck instead, one hand in her brunette hair. She gasped softly from the surge of ecstasy, thankful Revy couldn’t see her face as she came down, panting.
Was such a bad idea
I need to be alone
She held Revy there for a bit too long, slowly releasing her, Revy stumbling back until she hit the wall again, limited in her movements by the underwear and shorts around her ankles. She looked a mess, and Balalaika feared to look in the mirror, the front of her tights now baring a tear from Revy’s grabbing hand as she desperately tried to adjust them, and pull the skirt back down. Revy reached down, pulling her own shorts back up, trying to wipe the smear on her hip and she found a paper towel being shoved in her hand. She looked up to see Balalaika, and took it, "Thanks."
Balalaika nodded, wiping her own hand as she stepped back to the mirror to finish fixing her appearance. Revy crumpled the paper towel in her hand, tossing it in the trash, one escaping and falling on the tile floor. She cursed to herself, unlocking the door as she left.
It was a bad idea
To think you were the one