Only the smallest of spaces exists between them now – the thinnest of lines separating rival from rival. It is that closeness, and imminence of combat, that both women take in – that both women enjoy. For though they may scowl, and push back against their foe whenever close becomes touching, neither could want anything more than this – anything more than each other – anything more than the excitement of taking their passionate feud from thoughts and dreams, to struggle and screams.
Thinnest of Lines
This is so hot!
The photo as a pose is great.
I love a good Staredown.