Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
"Wouldn't think so," Nat purred, watching her fingers trace random patterns along Gretchen's clavicle. "Unless better counts as doing that again. More is always better, right?" She looked up and flashed a playful wink at the redhead before she pressed a soft kiss just above her sternum, below the imaginary lines she'd drawn.