Happy New Year
Quinn: had first thought about just grabbed Nadia and tossing her back on the couch, ravaging her body until neither of them could stand it. But then as she watched Nadia dancing, she became slowly entranced. Every sway of her hip drew her in, and as her fingers went through her hair, how Quinn wanted to be those fingers. She drew her fingers up Nadia's hips, settling on them as she held her breath. She was lost in the moment, in Nadia, and she knew nothing could pull her out. "Come here," she said softly, beckoning the other with a wag of her finger. She wanted to kiss Nadia more than she wanted to breathe.
Nadia: was standing there in nothing but panties, her ink covered skin exposed for Quinn's eyes. She let the blonde guide her closer, leaning down when Quinn urged her until their lips met. The kiss was heated, all lust and champagne. Instead of joining Quinn on the couch, Nadia knelt down in front of her without breaking the kiss, her own hands finding their way up Quinn's thighs, pulling the skirt of her dress up along with them. Her fingertips found the fabric of the blonde's panties, tugging them down her legs, her lips pulling away from Quinn's to press soft kisses along the soft skin of her neck. "Have I told you how much I like that dress? You look so hot." Nadia pulled back to look up at Quinn for a moment when her hands hooked in the back of Quinn's knees, tugging her forward until she sat at the edge of the couch, legs parted to fit Nadia between them. Nadia leaned down, pressing a trail of kisses along Quinn's left thigh and down the other. She wasn't nearly sober enough to play tease, but she wanted to feel Quinn's skin against her lips, the softness that felt so right against her touch.
