And this we will overcome too

it's 2am and i took 17 shots of vodka trying to forget your name

but the only name i forgot was mine. and sober —

It was always euphoric, his reaction igniting her further as his hips press against her and she can feel him through the clothes that separate them. His moan colors the air and she offers her own muffled one with it. It’s too bad she can’t feel the way she used to, otherwise she might have demanded that they stop right there where they are, have him take her against the cold wall where ice and snow blocked the side alley. But as soon as she pulls away, the sensation is gone, much to her displeasure.

So she withdraws, presses soft kisses to the holes she had created in his neck, soft kisses along his jaw and the flush that creeps along his skin, tangling her fingers into his hair and keeping him pressed against her neck. Her own head tilts back, peering up at the sky through the shade, before she can’t help but to let the smirk cross over her face again.

“If you want… We could go home and I could take care of you.” She purrs into his ear, pressing a kiss to the skin beneath it as she presses her hips against his in return, a promise perhaps, that she’d be able to have more free reign where they weren’t out in the open.

Though if he decided to simply want to here, well, she could think of a few ways.

— or drunk, you're the only thing on my mind

KIADA