<strong>On The Bus</strong><br/><br/>Sophie didn't say anything as she eased into the seat next to Harmony and slipped an arm around her shoulders. The seat was meant for two, but still narrow, and Sophie's broad hips took up well more than half of it. Her thigh pressed against Harmony's own as she pulled her into a gentle hug. She was warm, and soft, and smelled like flowers with a hint of feminine musk and something else... Like... like money?<br/><br/><strong>"He does seem ok."</strong>She spoke after a few moments.<strong>"I'm sure he carries his own wounds, just like you. Just give it a little time and I think you two can work things out."</strong>Sophie's hand slipped to Harmony's back, rubbing between her shoulders, then trailing down her side and onto her thigh.<strong>"But I think that you came in here to think about yourself for a little bit, isn't that right?"</strong>She tossed her shimmering hair coquettishly as her dress slipped off of one shoulder, exposing the generous swell of her breast.