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If there was one thing Anne Boonchuy had learned over the course of her life, it was that different people desired affection in different ways. No two people were quite the same in how they showed, gave, or reacted to a good hug or a kiss on the cheek.
Take, for example, her girlfriends Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu. Those two were very different, and, as a result, required their own special tactics to make them melt in her arms.
Marcy was fairly simple. In this instance, Anne ambushed her as she left her room and gaming setup for a snack run, snatching the smaller girl up in her arms as she pressed kisses all over her face.
“Aaaanne! Nooooo!” Marcy whined, wriggling in her grasp like a snake as she tried to break free, but it was no use. Eventually, Marcy gave in, going limp in her arms, her face red as a tomato and an embarrassed smile on her lips that was soon wiped away by Anne’s kiss. Marcy was flustered easily, and often struggled with affection, but Anne knew how to get her into it.
Sasha on the other hand, required a more… discreet plan.
Anne sat on the couch next to Sasha, the blonde busy with an assignment for one of her finance courses. Getting cuddles from her was a slower, more deliberate process than with Marcy. An arm around her shoulder here, a chaste kiss on her cheek there.
Eventually, Sasha shut off her laptop, now fully in the mood to snuggle, and they laid out length-wise on the couch, arms wrapped around each other. Sasha may take a bit to get into it, but good luck getting her to let go once she’s started! Now Anne could tease her all she wanted, secure in the knowledge that Sasha wouldn’t get up for anything at this point.
“You are the worst.” Sasha grumbled as Anne poked fun at the redness in her cheeks, but she only tightened her grip, having no intent of letting go. Sasha was prideful, and often tried to remain aloof, but she was a cuddle-bug at heart, and Anne knew exactly how to exploit that.
Despite their obvious differences, Anne had no real preference as to the kinds of affection they offered. She loved both her girlfriends, and there was nothing better to her than having both of them on either side of her, Marcy, embarrassed and flighty, and Sasha, overly confident and yet so needy at the same time. They were both so special in their own ways, and Anne wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.