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It seemed to be the nature of all Garcia women; naturally inclined to dismiss any and all personal feeling when it comes to matters of the heart. Alejandra is less subjected to such a gene as she is certainly more apt to embrace the side of herself eager to feel something other than the numbness she spent most of her teenage years chasing, she was no Casanova when it came to putting the moves on anyone. Especially when her best friend was the one she was attempting to make a move on. Her belly flip flops in the same way a topsy-turvy ride does at the carnival, twisting this way and that, threatening her with nausea as it threatens to turn in on itself when embarrassment licks over her skin.
“Oh–okay,” she breathes a sigh of relief, reaching for the bottle of liquor when she a warm hand cups her cheek. Drawing her attention toward the blonde, Alejandra is stunned by the beauty before her - golden flecks highlighted by the deviousness claiming her.
She’s kissing her. Is she even breathing? She sucks in sharply when the kiss breaks, her lips tingling, her tongue eager for a deeper taste of her best friend. “W-waiting for me?” Alejandra practically screeches, shaking her head. “W-why would you wait for me? You would’ve been waiting forEVER, Scar.” A frown mars her features, her eyes downcast because she has no idea why Scarlett would want to kiss her.
“Obviously not,” she teases, pressing another soft peck to the girl’s lips, her free hand snaking around her waist to draw them flush. “Don’t. My eyes are up here,” Her words came with a tut, trying to draw her friend’s downcast eyes once more. They’d been friends since diapers. She knew what that look was and she hated it with a passion. “I would gladly spent forever. For you. So feel special,” The tingling in her lips gets the best of her before she can see Alejandra’s full reaction. The alcohol in her system has her warm. Floating. That combined with the way Allie feels against her and the her aura reacts. It’s ethereal feeling. And she can’t help but chase it, wanting to feel it deeper. More profound.
Beneath all the taunting and teasing, she had been waiting. Wanting to know what it was like to connect with someone who genuinely and profoundly cared about her. It didn’t have to be some ridiculously sexual thing. They didn’t have to commit or any of that. She just-- they had a connection. And no matter what happened, she knew she’d always love Alejandra and vice versa. Something as silly as making out wouldn’t come between them. But god, she could see how it could be dangerous. The rush was too much to explain and as her tongue darted lightly against her bottom lip, asking permission to part, she felt it swirl and haze in her mind. It could be the alcohol but it wasn’t her first time drinking. She knew what was and wasn’t. And this definitely was not.















