"You do know that one day I will destroy you." That wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.
"I know." Anastasia snuggled closer to Miranda, her head resting in the crook of Miranda's arm. "You always say that." Anastasia looked up into Miranda's blue eyes, but Miranda wouldn't return her gaze. She was staring fixedly at the ceiling fan, like she was intently reading some great and complicated text.
"Because it's true. And I don't want you to forget."
"Well. You have not destroyed me yet." She brushed her nose against Miranda's cheek as she stroked her abdomen. "You are so... musculared, Mira."
Miranda gave her a strange look.
"Muscular?"
"Yes, that is the word." Anastasia giggled and began to poke Miranda's stomach. "You are like wall!"
"I'm not a wall!" Miranda made an angry face and flipped Anastasia over and began to tickle her as Anastasia shrieked for mercy. Eventually Miranda stopped and let Anastasia settle back into the bed. Miranda braced herself on her elbow and looked at Anastasia's body.
"What are you thinking?"
"Hm? Nothing." But she kept staring.
"You are thinking I should go to gym? I know, I am not as... muscular as you are, but I can-"
"Nastya. I love you the way you are." Miranda kissed her hard on the mouth, kneading her cold fingers into Anastasia's breast, the cold and pressure making her nipple stand on end. Anastasia returned the passion, pushing herself against Miranda as she squeezed her hip.
"This won't work for long you know," Anastasia said as Miranda began to neck her.
"What won't work?" Miranda's hand began to travel down towards Anastasia's pelvis, her touch delicate and light, utterly the opposite of how insistent her lips were as she devoured Anastasia's throat.
"Distracting me."
