“Ichigo, can you hand me the lace with the stars?”

 

Ichigo squinted at Momoko as she watched her hold out her hand expectantly. She glanced over at the roll of lace next to her.

“You’re addin’ more? You’re gonna look like a damn cake.”

Momoko sent a glare her way, before stepping over to her. “You can never have too much lace. Especially this one. It’s adorable.”

Ichigo couldn’t say she got it, but as long as she wasn’t planning on putting her in the dress, she didn’t care that much.

 

As Momoko reached for the roll, Ichigo snatched it up, holding it out behind her, which happened to be right out the window, from her position propped up against it. As Momoko reached across her to grab it, she moved her hand up, out of her reach.

“Ichigo, I need that!”

Ichigo motioned with her fingers toward her face, making Momoko pause.

“Are you blackmailing me into a kiss right now?”

“What’re ya gonna do about it?”

Momoko crossed her arms, pouting. But Ichigo knew her well enough by now that she knew how to respect a dirty tactic.

 

Finally, Momoko let out a groan, dropping down onto Ichigo’s lap, her skirt poofing all around her. “Fine. Then you give me the lace.”

“I swear on it.”

 

Momoko leaned forward, and as her lips grazed hers, Ichigo felt her hand lower, eyes slipping shut in anticipation.

 

In an instant, she felt the lace get snatched out of her hand, Momoko standing up in a triumphant yell.

Ichigo followed, on her feet in less than a second.

“Hey, what about my kiss!?”

Momoko hid her smug smile behind the roll.

“You play dirty, but I play dirtier.”

 

Ichigo stared at her with wide eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

This woman was shrewd.

So why did she love that part of her so damn much?

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