[ shooting her a wink ]

mission accomplished, easy peasy.

y-yeah… easy peasy, or whatever… [ b l u s h i n g. ]

look at you, all smug— HMPH!

❝not so smart now, huh?❞ her smirk develops wider across her expression, the hold against minn’s chin : turning her head, faintly from side to side. danvers’ voice filled with a touch of husk.

❝hm, enlighten me… … doctor.❞ carol’s lips spread even wider, allowing her set of pearly whites to display. leaning in closer, drawing minn in closer in the process by the grasp she holds at her chin.

… no comment. [ she does, she really does. ]

waitwaitwaitwait— rewind. you think i’m… ‘great’?

too late— you think i’m great.

a sensual hum, muffling as danvers’ lips mould against the other’s lips. her grasp still strong against minn’s chin, as their lips tangle in a soft and slow engagement. almost like a weight as been lifted, to the point carol shifted herself to take a seat in erva’s lap.

carol’s head tilts in the other direction, as her lips still fight, softly against the doctor’s pair. her grasp upon her chin becomes loose, as the palms of her hands cup the kree’s cheeks. a series of sensually humming; murmuring against erva’s lips, lost in intoxication.

but you think i’m /great/—

ᅠ ᅠ · .✷༄ these 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 were made for 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛’. ᅠ ᅠ

i’m gonna need that in writing.

a slow, sensual dance— the warbird’s lips move effortlessly against the kree’s dark, painted brims. carol’s head turns to the other side, again, maintaining her lips against the doctor’s, as her frame shifts closer in a brushed motion— a soft whimper, exhaling.

this is… weirdly working for me.

you want me to step on you? 😏

sneakily wrapping tinsel around ᴊᴇꜱꜱɪᴄᴀ ᴍɪʀɪᴀᴍ ᴅʀᴇᴡ’s waist—— stepping back to create distance, before firmly yanking on the tinsel to pull the spider-woman back. the very tip of carol’s nose pointing against jess’.