Lips Are Movin'

"Annoying? Oh sweetheart, like I haven't been called that a million times before," she would tell the ivory fae as a chuckle emerged from her lips, her salmon tongue slithering over her ivory fangs, the white demon snapping them close to Little Red's pretty face without warning, her teeth just inches away from her delicate features. "I must disagree, Miss Red," she would speak, ignoring the woman's real given name, choosing to continue this game of cat and mouse. "The feelings aren't mutual for me, love. In fact, I find you quite amusing," her words would be laced with poison, a teethy grin pulling back her obsidian lips. She would once again snarl into the air, clamping her jaws shut next to the fae's right ear, jaws grabbing nothing but air. "Oh come on," the ivory sadist would say as she sank down upon her haunches, watching the woman with a smirk, "I'm not that annoying, am I, Little Red?"