Usually, Xavier found that kind of ride relaxing. But tonight, it felt... crowded. The two women pressed in close — closer than they needed to, even though there was more than enough space. Angel leaned into him from one side, Lyra mirrored it from the other, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.
It was subtle at first — the way Angel's fingers began tracing the lines of his jacket, moving lower in slow, teasing patterns. Her tone was playful when she murmured something against his ear, half whisper, half purr. Lyra watched for a moment, eyes flicking between them. But instead of getting annoyed like she had earlier with Yelena, she smirked — and mimicked Angel's movements, brushing her hand down his other side in the same patterns.
Angel noticed and shot her a quick, competitive glance — one that said game on. Lyra didn't back down.
