"Well my dear sweet, it seems our month of baleful broadcasting has come to an end, we can only hope that fate's whim sees fit to pick up these radio waves another year on." Short holds her microphone close and her co-host closer. "Have you enjoyed the vignettes, I wonder?"

"Of course, my despicable dominatrix! I particularly enjoyed the one with all the biting, that's right up my alley--" Sweet is silenced by a firm tug on her collar, lustrous leather leash pulled taut as she's forced to lurch forwards and into Short's lap. 

"I wasn't asking you, dear, but the listeners at home! Or the viewers... or perhaps readers? Our radio waves take on different form in each reality they touch upon. This sharp mouth of yours isn't really fit for talking, perhaps I'll give you something to suck on? I think our audience would find that a lovely way to send out this years run~" The ironically named Short towers over her smaller and softer partner, only those shark like teeth and piercing red eyes contradict Sweet's cuddliness. 

Sweet grumbles as she always does when Short teases her, her face as red as it always is when her mistress taunts. The white haired peril shifts in her athletic other half's lap and rests her head back against the other's shoulder. "Oh, mistress?" 

"Mhm? Are you wanting to wrap things up in the booth so soon, so that you can get all Sweet on Miss Short?" The toned onyx counterpart to plump ivory sweetness cackles as she frames her partner's face with firm fingers, drinking in those adoring red orbs gazing longingly into hers. 

To little surprise, the bratty submissive shakes her head and grins like the predator she oft pretends to be. It makes Short want to prove her wrong every time. "Miss, hm? Are you trying to piss me off?"

"I hardly need to try, dear, I know you inside and out. Quite literally, I must say... must we indulge this dance yet again?" Despite the impatience on her tongue, Short is all too eager to tango with her favourite person in this vast sea of stars and spacetime. They know each other so well. 

With a turn, Sweet straddles Short's lap, their chests kissing as the bustier one's hands shakily grip Short's shoulders. "I love you."

Ah, Short's one weakness! The usually composed and dominant co-host tints a subtle wine red at that untainted affection and accepts the lips against her neck helplessly. Sweet always knows how to turn the tables on her, despite how these interactions always start their broadcast always ends with furniture flipped as adoring white spills onto sultry black. Short is smothered in love, her mind mixing into malleable mush that snowy fingers sculpt into ideal mate. 

Short is hypnotised by love, giving away all of herself so freely to those lips that paint a tale of tender affection over radiant ebony curves. Sweet treats her kindly, worshipping the body in her hands like a deific idol of bygone era. All hers, until the universe contracts and collapses them back into one. 

"That's the end of the show, folks! See you next year~ Say goodbye to the listeners, Short, my sweet."

The straddled midnight mistress makes meek attempt to oblige, eyes unfocused and distant against such overpowering, saccharine love. A sweetness that could never make her sick. "G-goodbye everyone, please tune in next N-November for uhm... more... more kisses?" 

Sweet's turn to cackle, the woman covering their faces with her white sunhat and signing off the show with the sound of private kisses that ring out across the cosmos.