Rosie and Miller

"Beautiful, Val." Miller added, whispering against her lips.

Both girls took oke of her hands each, guiding her to the front door and out.

"They were to kill someone...maybe you, maybe not. We didn't get a name or a face, just an address-"

Miller was the one in the pair who seemed to be struggling most against the invisible force, limbs going everywhere. Meanwhile, Rosie was calm, collected, at least outwardly, just watching him carefully.

And it was her who responded, Welsh accent clear.

"What...are you? Be careful with that-"

+

They were both keen to watch, partly because watching her change was hot and partly because she was genuinely an interesting girl.

Rosie looked her over before nodding, Welsh accent evident as she answered.

"You look adorable, baby."

Meanwhile, Miller went a more...physical...route, kissing her.

The pair would be happy to watch her change into each new outfit, and her hair and such...

She can take as long as she likes.

Both killers rolled their eyes in synch, immediately standing to get ready.

"Go get dressed in something cute, baby."

The older, angrier looking killer exclaimed in a rough, Manchester-adjacent accent.

they couldn't see.

Neither of the pair could be much over 20, and they didn't seem at all special, at least in the supernatural department.

Guns clattered to the ground after being taken by surprise, making their intent clear.

But they didn't seem the most composed

"What the fuck, dude?"

+

The pair knew this job was too good to be true. Basic kill jobs didn't pay this much. The guy didn't even try to haggle. But they thought they were due a turn of good luck. After all, they'd been doing their job so well lately.

Instead, they got whatever this was. Pinned to the wall by something +

"There's so many options."

Miller stopped to think, trying not to say what her mind first went to.

"We could go out for a walk or for food. We could order in, watch something..."

"Want to do anything today?"

Miller and Rosie always treated her so well, spoiling her even. They had a well-paying, if illicit, job, and a short enough life expectancy to not be stingy about spending it.

"You weren't in the way, don't worry."

Rosie reassured her before looking up at Miller, who had started disassembling and cleaning a pistol.

"We fit a job in while you were asleep, but you didn't miss anything major."

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"A good few hours, we didn't want to wake you." Rosie responded.

Miller would return with some juice for the pup and tea for Rosie, rolling her eyes at the affectionate welshwoman

Cue a quick kiss to her forehead, the Welsh girl nodding.

"Of course."

Seeing the girl move closer, Eleanor pulled her into her lap, both arms going around her.

"It's nice to have you around."

"You okay there, darling?"

Welsh might not be the most comforting accent, but it was what Eleanor had to work with.

Poor baby...

Eleanor might start babying her, while Miller rolls her eyes

Poke...

They hope they haven't killed her...

This girl at the bar is actually crazy (they'll be fighting over who gets to take her home)

At least it was a memorable night. RIP Kent.

Meeting Miller for the first time was an...experience...

Miller didn't separate from Kenzie, simply lifting them up and carrying them across the corridor to their room. Rosie had the key and pushed the door open for the two of them, though they didn't make it far. Making out with her in the narrow entryway, just enough space for Rosie in behind.

Miller let herself be guided in, squeezing her thighs around her head with a little smirk. It didn't take long for her to be letting out quiet little groans.

"Got ourselves a pro~"

Rosie hummed a response against her clit, clearly preoccupied.

Want pretty robot...

was getting a very good view after a few seconds, the girl positioning above her.

Meanwhile, Rosie started fucking her with her fingers, tongue still focused on the clit.

The taller hitwoman grinned as Kelly seemed so desperate in her command, stroking her hair for a second before climbing off of her.

Their tanktop came off to reveal a small chest, jeans not taking too much longer to come off with their panties.

They were clearly wet, unmistakably so, and Kelly +

Rosie took that permission and ran with it, lips moving up to focus on her clit, tongue flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves while her fingers curled inside her.

Miller groaned into the making out, grinding on her stomach, obsessed with their new toy.