Night of January 1st

[tooprettytodie]

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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[notaparker]

"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.

[tooprettytodie]

"God yes, please!" Valkyrie moaned, a little embarrassed at how obscene that sounded in her own ears but too far gone to care much. Besides, now that Jess had mentioned wanting to put her mouth on Valkyrie's breasts it was all she could really think about.

She moved one of her own hands up along Jess's side, fingers splayed out for maximum, tactile contact before Jess kissed her just right and she gasped, fingers curling and nails dragging along the other girl's skin.

"You cannot mention using your mouth and then not do it. That's too cruel."