"Pretty little Chika," Chloe whispered, her memory holding onto that one screwed up part of their past, the sharing of her real name. Her lips brushing at the red-head's ear while she started to turn. Oh, her arms were curling tightly, even though she let the woman turn. There, hints of purple in the dark, pale lips curled up into a nasty little smile that showed just a hint of pearly white teeth. And the sensation of the woman's giggles ran through her back.

"Where oh where have you been, my precious Chika?" Her fingers started to meander to the edges of the girl's waist, grip tightening as she waited to feel the struggles she was certain were about to come.