There was a good chance that there was absolutely nothing anyone could do regarding a pair of gloves that would ever be a turn off or on for Amaya.
Unless that glove was a gauntlet.
And it had spikes.
But this level of struggle with gloves that Seivarden was usually quite deft about removing was maybe a touch unnerving. Almost enough to make her wonder if that was the whole thing the island had waiting for them, making everyone's hands get just slightly too big, barely enough to notice until it came time to take off gloves or whatever else. She'd be hacking rings off people's fingers by Sunday!
But engorged hands or no, it's not like gloves were really covering any of the important bits anyway, and being a woman of action and all that, not wanting to see her plans go up in smoke on account of a few stubborn gloves, Amaaya reached up to slide her hands over Seivarden's shoulders, around the back of her neck, to pull her down for a kiss.
Again, not her favorite, but she'd be damned (and this whole thing would be sort of pointless) if it didn't work as a good distraction.
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Unless that glove was a gauntlet.
And it had spikes.
But this level of struggle with gloves that Seivarden was usually quite deft about removing was maybe a touch unnerving. Almost enough to make her wonder if that was the whole thing the island had waiting for them, making everyone's hands get just slightly too big, barely enough to notice until it came time to take off gloves or whatever else. She'd be hacking rings off people's fingers by Sunday!
But engorged hands or no, it's not like gloves were really covering any of the important bits anyway, and being a woman of action and all that, not wanting to see her plans go up in smoke on account of a few stubborn gloves, Amaaya reached up to slide her hands over Seivarden's shoulders, around the back of her neck, to pull her down for a kiss.
Again, not her favorite, but she'd be damned (and this whole thing would be sort of pointless) if it didn't work as a good distraction.