✵ tHANKS.
Send me ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe!
there’s a girl in the middle of the dance floor, and she’s gorgeous. raven’s transfixed, fascinated, and she makes her way through the crowd until she’s there. in between bodies, raven’s there and the stranger is dancing with her and she doesn’t remember the last time she’s let go like this, but she doesn’t care to think. not when fingers are lacing with hers, dragging raven away from the crowd.
for once, raven isn’t stubborn enough to stop her. not like she would, mind you. it’s only apparent where octavia ( she whispered her name into raven's ear, and she's sure that she’s trying to kill her. in the worst possible way.) is trying to take her.
before they even make it, raven wants to take initiative. pulling the other girl close, a hand cupping her cheek, she moves in close enough for a kiss that lingers too long, but they don’t mind.
"not as slick as you think you are."
