Ali sighed lightly, looking over at Riley with an expression of uncertainty gracing her features. "I know where I want to start, Ri, but..." Ali let her voice trail off and she looked over to the window again. The young woman was courteous to clear the floor for them, though Ali had little idea if Riley knew what she wanted. What if she doesn't reciprocate? Or know how? Ali frowned inwardly, refusing to let it show on her lips. Riley was strong, kind, and skilled, but she was hardly experienced in the ways of women. What Ali wanted Riley might not understand, and may later come to resent Ali for pursuing. What if she expects more of me than I'm willing to give? One of Ali's biggest issues with women was her disinterest in monogamy. Ali didn't restrict herself to a single woman, she dated around, which many of the women she became interested in simply did not agree with, or could not understand. Ali chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before looking back at Riley, her eyes trailing the younger woman's lips and neck. Riley had a militant sense to her, she carried herself in a soldierly manner, and part of Ali wanted to soften her outset. Oh kriff it. Ali thought to herself, leaning forward and cupping her hand against the woman's jawline and neck, holding her gently enough to press their lips together.
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