The villain’s eyes widened, and a dark blush spread across her face. Julia turned to her, waiting impatiently for a response. “Well?” the hero said, letting out an awkward laugh. “Say something, won’t you?”
Hopeshot nodded, biting her lip. “That’s funny. . . Because. . .” They gulped. “I-I feel the same way about you.”
Julia smiled. “So . . . we’ve been falling in love with each other, while fighting each other.”
“Precisely.”
The hero laughed. Hopeshot jumped at the loud sound, glancing around. “I-I hope somebody didn’t hear that. . .” the villain muttered. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“But that’s an enticing thought, isn’t it?” Julia smiled and walked forward, tracing a hand up Hopeshot’s chest, until she reached the villain’s chin, which she grabbed gently. “That somebody could be . . . watching us?”
Sprout’s rival blushed crimson again. “H-How did you know that?!” they stammered.
“I have an eye for these sorts of things.” Julia laughed, leaning in for a kiss. Hopeshot accepted, and the two smooched for a longer duration, absolutely devouring each other as they came in again and again. It was Sprout who stopped it, parting even as Hopeshot let out a longing whine. “So eager,” cooed the hero, smirking. “And /so/ turned on by prying eyes. But perhaps we can continue this in a . . . more intimate setting.”
The villain gasped. “D-Do you mean. . .?”
Julia nodded.
“Come over to my place tonight. Then we can have some more fun.”