"Maybe, I'm amenable to a bit of sweeping.<i>Maybe</i>," she drew the vowels out in a teasing manner.  "It's been far too long since ya girl got swept."<br/><br/>When it came to their game, Taiga almost always cracked first. Perhaps, it was caused by a guilt for having to be gone for so long. Usually suddenly and without much to give in the way of explanation. Aisling always let her go (not that she had much choice) and the violaceous fae always found her way back. The smirk the redhead had been wearing softened with each step her lover took towards her. It was hard to stay smug when there was finally relief to the constant ache of missing someone so much.<br/><br/>Still holding her cards in one hand, she wrapped both arms around Taiga. She tucked her face against the other woman's collar without care that she smelled like sweat and fumes from that damn motorcycle. She exhaled a sigh of relief against pale skin; her empty hand curled into the thin fabric of the tank top she wore. "I left the blanket fort," she admitted with a laugh. It was a quiet and almost sad sound.  "But I did manage to get the rest of the apartment in order."<br/><br/>Aisling's hold on Taiga tightened. An urgency to the way she held her. As if she was worried she would slip right out from between her fingers. As if she was trying bury herself in her. The fortune teller was silent for a few beats, before she said, "It was a really long time, this time, babe."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a>