Paige
I guess sometimes we all get
"Hopefully in more ways than one." Was Paige referring to Flora's body covering hers? Yes she absolutely was. Did she even try to hide it? Absolutely the fuck not. Fingers of a free hand slips from her hair over her shoulder to land at her waist, finding heated skin and blazing a path there, digging in at her hips as she fights the ever growing urge to bury her face against the tantalizing column of her friends throat. The Doubletake's words reverberate around her skull, holding her focus on this one issue, keeping her from falling over that ever approaching edge. "I know, but one day, you'll get it. You'll get everything you want and more." She vows as Flora's lips press against the pad of her thumb in a warm brush of skin, sending a shiver through her, making Paige solely aware of the pulse in her thumb.
Why were her lips there and not somewhere else? Gods, why were they here and not in a bed? They needed to stop doing it like this. In semipublic places. She was going to change that. Fuck she was going to change that. She was going to... All thoughts turn to static as Flora's lips search for hers, messily landing at the corner of her mouth and all it takes is for her to turn her head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
It's heated and messy, tongue pushing between her lips, tasting the remaining gin there as she tugs her closer. Needing her body against her own or she'll surely explode into stardust and confetti, raining all over this damn bar in a colorful array, but Flora is right there with her. A greedy hand finds her supple ass, palming it through the soft fabric of her dress, "Let me take you out, petal. Properly..." She whispers, nipping at her bottom lip as the hand that was in her hair slips down her front, tugging at the strings that keep the bodice of her dress closed.
Why were her lips there and not somewhere else? Gods, why were they here and not in a bed? They needed to stop doing it like this. In semipublic places. She was going to change that. Fuck she was going to change that. She was going to... All thoughts turn to static as Flora's lips search for hers, messily landing at the corner of her mouth and all it takes is for her to turn her head, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
It's heated and messy, tongue pushing between her lips, tasting the remaining gin there as she tugs her closer. Needing her body against her own or she'll surely explode into stardust and confetti, raining all over this damn bar in a colorful array, but Flora is right there with her. A greedy hand finds her supple ass, palming it through the soft fabric of her dress, "Let me take you out, petal. Properly..." She whispers, nipping at her bottom lip as the hand that was in her hair slips down her front, tugging at the strings that keep the bodice of her dress closed.
Some kind of haunted
