[Next Morning]
"Alright, Mari..." Lillian muttered, "I'm going to need you to move your hands so I can get up."
"Why? Just stay here with me." Marionette instantly responded.
Lillian's face twitched.
She stared down at her white shirt, finding a pair of hands grasping the two mounds underneath the white fabric, her fingers sinking into them.
The Assassin was being touchy again. And bolder than usual at this time of day.
"Do you really need to grope me for that?!" Lillian hissed with a tired expression as she tried to pry the woman's hands off of her breasts.
She had just woken up and was instantly greeted with the sensation of something wrapping itself around her chest. Albeit the sensation was pleasurable, it wasn't something she had expected to wake up to.
She sighed, giving up her attempts to free her breasts from the Assassin's clutches, which seemed to have developed a strong and rather stubborn hold on them.
'I don't think she is going to let go any time soon...'
