[aw] looking
Ricochet turned her mismatched eyes back to the little woman beside her, narrowing them a bit as she tried to decipher her facial expression. She looked fascinated by Peregrine, but also disappointed somehow. Was that jealousy? Did this little sweetheart roll that way? Damn, Ricochet hoped so. She was too adorable to just leave behind after today, and she knew Peregrine agreed. The earthen woman quickly hopped on over to Sparrow, successfully sandwiching her between the two taller wolves. This made the dark dame smirk. The words out of her mouth, however, made that smirk quickly disappear. She growled playfully at her accomplice, meeting her eyes over the head of the little Sparrow while simultaneously thinking about how adorable it was that she could even do that.
"Oh, you're just jealous that she happened upon my company first," Ricochet challenged, looking down at their little victim with a surprisingly sweet smile. "Don't listen to her, baby girl," she said, using her most coy and alluring voice. Even Peregrine hadn't experienced this yet. She hadn't needed to use it. The friction and teasing between them had always been delightful the way it was, she'd had no reason to add any sugar. But this girl required a teensy bit of sugar if she were going to lean her way. Ricochet could be sweet when she wanted to be. And right now she wanted to be, because she knew for a fact that this had become a competition. "We can all play nice here. Isn't that right, Peregrine?" the ebony woman purred. |