The Kinkiness Of Sensationalism
'Kinky is using a feather, perverted is using the whole chicken.'
Even though Dorothy couldn't see her girlfriend's face, she knew Relena was blushing redder than a tomato.
The heat hovering near her shoulder was pretty much a dead give-away.
Dorothy slanted the other blonde a look out of the corner of her ice blue eyes. "I'll have to see about purchasing a peacock feather," she purred, her tone indicating that Relena would be the person she'd be using the feather on.
This only caused Relena to blush brighter. "I-I'm ticklish," she stuttered defensively, then winced at the predatory look she received from her girlfriend. Apparently that had been the wrong tack to take if she wanted Dorothy to reconsider.
And she used to be so good with words. As a diplomat, she had to be. And Relena liked to think she handled delicate and potentially messy social situations well; no matter how tawdry or sensational, she could always respond with aplomb to any question directed her way.
But have her girlfriend tease her with sexual innuendo, and she became a blushing virgin.
Well, I am a virgin… the thought came unbidden to Relena's mind.
Somehow, she had the feeling she wouldn't be for much longer.