December 22nd – Stockings
'This is not what people usually mean by Christmas stockings, you know?' Lin teased, unable to take her eyes off Kuvira's bare figure as she made her way towards the bed.
'Isn't it?' Kuvira replied innocently, fluttering her eyelashes at the other woman. 'What a shame.'
Theatrically flinging her long legs to the other side of the bed, and making sure the silk ribbons of her lace stockings glistened in the light while doing so, Kuvira continued.
'I suppose I should remove them, then,' she said sadly, barely resisting the urge to smirk at Lin's obvious ogling. 'This must all be looking very inappropriate.'
'Don't,' Lin purred, suddenly stepping well into Kuvira's space, her hands ghosting over the younger woman's hips. 'I happen to quite like this particular interpretation,' she added, her voice low.
'Don't you say,' Kuvira whispered back at her with a smile.