Two
Trevor let out a shaky sigh as she was pressed back into a wall, pressing her hips forward a little. The taller female bent down a little, peppering kisses over her face and down onto her neck.
“Kyris, please.” It came out more desperate than intended, causing her to turn away a little bit.
“Patient, honeybee.” She pressed herself against the other, cupping her face into her hands and pulling her up into a kiss. Trevor’s hands gripped at her hips, nails slowly digging into the soft skin. Something didn’t feel right. While she was grateful Kyris was even showing her affection it just didn’t feel right.
“I should go. Gotta check the mission board.”
“Trevor?”
“I’ll see you around.”
“Am I not good enough?” White light laced over her palms and up her arms.
“K-Kyris. Please let me go.”
“You always leave in the middle of everything. Why? Why am I not good enough?” Palms heating up, her grip tightened.
“You’re hurting me.”
“Well you’re hurting me too! I’m tired of just being your filler.”
“You aren’t a filler!”
“I know I am, Trevor! I’m your stand in because you want the fuck that high class blue bitch! She doesn’t love you like I do.”
“Ky-kyris. You’re burning me.”
“You always liked me better when I hurt you a little bit.” She huffed before releasing her. “Leave.”
“I-”
“Leave, Trevor!” She pushed off the wall and disappeared into the crowd of the street. The mission board was more towards the center of the small town. When she stood before it, her eyes landed on the biggest prize money. 30,000 if someone could bring back the sacred staff of resurrection. It was in the Frozen Ocean where many were said to not come back from.
“Sounds like my kind of job,” Her voice was but a mere whisper as she ripped the poster down and stuffed it into her bag. The sun was still high, beating down on those unfortunate to not have some type of hood. “Guess I’ll see the green grass of my town again when in a year.”