On Hair Dye and When to Turn Off Your Pager
Title: On Hair Dye and When to Turn Off Your Pager
Universe: MC2
Rating: R and very much NSFW
Summary: Some Cassie/Kristoff for lovessacrifice
Kristoff knew with absolute certainty that red was not the natural shade of Cassie’s hair, nor was the color caused by anything other than dye. He knew this because he was currently nibbling on the inside of Cassie’s thigh, and could see the gently golden thatch of pubic hair that covered her crotch. One of these days, he was going to ask her why she dyed her hair.
Just not today.
Cassie’s fingers twisted in Kristoff’s thick brown hair as he pushed her lower lips apart gently. She giggled softly and squirmed, draping one leg over his shoulder-
Just as Kristoff’s pager went off.
Cassie pulled Kristoff’s head up, glaring. "You left it on?" she asked accusingly.
"It might be important," Kristoff said, trying to pull away. Unfortunately, Cassie still had a death grip on his hair.
"I thought we agreed. One day to ourselves. No Fantastic Five, no Avengers."
"We did! I’ll call them and tell them I’m busy."
"Then you’ll shut it off?"
"Then I’ll through the damn thing out the window," Kristoff promised.
Universe: MC2
Rating: R and very much NSFW
Summary: Some Cassie/Kristoff for lovessacrifice
Kristoff knew with absolute certainty that red was not the natural shade of Cassie’s hair, nor was the color caused by anything other than dye. He knew this because he was currently nibbling on the inside of Cassie’s thigh, and could see the gently golden thatch of pubic hair that covered her crotch. One of these days, he was going to ask her why she dyed her hair.
Just not today.
Cassie’s fingers twisted in Kristoff’s thick brown hair as he pushed her lower lips apart gently. She giggled softly and squirmed, draping one leg over his shoulder-
Just as Kristoff’s pager went off.
Cassie pulled Kristoff’s head up, glaring. "You left it on?" she asked accusingly.
"It might be important," Kristoff said, trying to pull away. Unfortunately, Cassie still had a death grip on his hair.
"I thought we agreed. One day to ourselves. No Fantastic Five, no Avengers."
"We did! I’ll call them and tell them I’m busy."
"Then you’ll shut it off?"
"Then I’ll through the damn thing out the window," Kristoff promised.