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Valkyrie Cain ([personal profile] tooprettytodie) wrote2014-01-05 08:09 am

Night of January 1st

In the end, Valkyrie didn't drink that much, largely due to the fact that Jess had agreed to come home with her. Even if it was just snuggling on the bed she didn't want to miss out on it because she was in a drunken haze. Instead, she got herself slightly buzzed, where she was feeling good with barely lowered inhibitions.

"Not that I'm really into that sort of thing," she said, pulling Jessica into the cottage after her. "But this is our one year anniversary of dating, you know."
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[personal profile] notaparker 2014-02-17 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
"God, Valkyrie," I say, because god, Valkyrie, right now, is blowing my mind. I lean forward to kiss her, hard, without moving my hands except to maybe pinch a little more, to work out how far I can go with that. "I mean," I say, resting my forehead on hers, eyes flicking between her eyes and lower, "I hope you're prepared now that I'm going to be groping you all the time."
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[personal profile] notaparker 2014-03-01 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Willing, yes, prepared... I don't know if it's possible," I say, nuzzling at her throat, just inhaling the scent of her -- there's a whole all available senses thing going, it's very nice -- and adding, a little breathless, "to prepare, um, for how good you look. All, um, flushed and topless and all."

I kiss at the flush, at her collarbone. Do I go lower? I kind of want to. Did I say kind of? I meant really totally. "I want to put my mouth on them."

...I think that was out loud. I'm probably flushed enough that it's tough to tell which parts are embarrassment and which passion and which plain anxiety. Fortunately. Maybe fortunately.