#drink play

[princesaltines]

I'll take a julep, but make it a double ✨

finished commission for @theatre-treats !!

[marydublinauthor]

Happy #InternationalWhiskyDay from Cliff and Zia ✨🥃🥃✨

Enjoy a steamy snippet below of these two from the Shot in the Dark universe, co-written by the amazing @bittykimmy13 🥂

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Zia found herself smiling like a cat as she looked way, way up at him. As casually as though she were dipping her hand into a pond, she reached down and gathered up a handful of his drink. She held his gaze as she dribbled it down her neck, sighing at the coolness of it. A slight vibration hit the glass; Cliff’s grip had tightened.

“Whisky’s not so bad this way,” she said, and bit down on her lower lip as she waited, pleaded for him to pounce.

He swallowed hard, eyes wide. “You’ll ruin your clothes, won’t you?”

Her eyebrows shot up, and she started to question why he would care about her clothes. But she caught onto the tantalized note in his voice and spotted the golden opportunity before her.

“You’re right,” she said. “Wouldn’t want to stain anything.”

She shifted where she sat and made a show of slipping her skirt off. As her legs slid out, she hoped he didn’t notice her hands shaking. Once it was off, she tossed it down to the table, submerged her legs again, and reached for the buttons on the front of her blouse.

Cliff’s hand suddenly leaped up from the side of the glass. He leaned in closer and pinched the bottom of the blouse. She froze for a moment, breath quickening as she looked up and saw him narrow his eyes in concentration. He tugged gently at the blouse, and his other hand closed in. She couldn’t help but feel like a present being unwrapped—and she adored every second of it.

“Shit!” Cliff hissed as he ripped right through two buttons.

Zia snickered and undid the rest of them for him. “There,” she said, moving her hands aside to let him finish the job.

He plucked the rest of the blouse off slowly, and his fingertip trailed along where she had dribbled the whiskey on her front. She slid down, allowing herself to sink lower into the whiskey. Her breath caught at the coldness, but it was nothing compared to the heat pumping through her veins.

“Is that better?” She plunged her hand in again, splashing another generous amount on her shoulders and tossing her hair back.

Cliff gripped the glass and swept it off the table, bringing it before his utterly mesmerized gaze. His teeth grazed his lower lip. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you look.”