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Tempest Serenity Ainsley-Tennyson (_tempest) wrote,

As a testament to just how tipsy she was right now, Tempest hadn't even actually noticed that Zowie had unbuttoned her shirt. And since she hadn't been wearing a bra, because she had peeled that off earlier in the evening, she might as well have not been wearing anything at all. Of course, at the rate things were going, probably none of them would be wearing anything for that much longer. And, you know, that actually sounded like it might be a not terrible idea right now.

Of course Tempest still thought of Max as a rival, even when he placed those large hands of his on her hips. She smirked at his comment and retorted, "Probably not as good as mine." She had to give props where props were due though. He was a good enough kisser to turn her brain to mush. And as her body started to feel flush and warm, her normally pale skin taking on a rosy tint, she whimpered. Her hands slid up along his broad shoulders before threading fingers through Max's hair. And when his hands moved to grasp her ass, her entire body tensed and tingled and she was forced to pull away for air.

Had it not been for that soft hum and the feel of eyes upon her, Tempest may have forgotten, if only for an instant, that Zowie was even there. But when she spotted her, Tempest couldn't help but to grin, reaching a hand up to grasp the other girl's wrist and pull. "Get down here, you silly girl." She shifted so there would be plenty of room for Zowie to join her astride Max's lap. And once she had, Tempest tasted her lips first, delivering the kind of kiss that said she wanted to do a lot more than just kiss her, all tongue and teeth and moans and whimpers.