Vodka - Muses want to get piss-ass drunk and make out.
"What is that? Number 9?"
"I'm pretty damn sure that's your well past your 13th."
The shrug that caused Kendra's shoulder to rise and fall with nonchalance was enough to show that she really didn't care what the number was. With a miniature glass nestled between her fingertips, the blonde leaned her head back, allowing the familiar burn of vodka straight to make it's way down her throat. There was no special occasion, nor was there something that was causing her to want to drown her sorrows. There was, however, a handsome male that was offering his lap as her seat and the feeling of his fingers brushing against her thigh as temptation. Leaning behind her to set the shot glass down on the coffee table, she tilted her head to the side, realizing for the first time that the bottle was damn near empty.
Her attention was brought back to what mattered when she felt Tommy digging his fingers into her bare thigh, eliciting a squeal from her. She had long since stopped wearing clothes whenever they were in the confines of closed doors and this was no different. Clad in nothing more than her underwear and a pair of socks, she tried hard to squirm out of his grasp. He knew where to touch her, just like she knew where exactly to press her lips to make his knees weak. It hadn't been rocket science with the two of them, not even from the very beginning.
Leaning her face in closely to his, she laced the fingers of her right hand with the ones he had placed on her inner thigh. With her face close to his, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. Vodka mixed with something else, that she had long since become an expert at recognizing. There was a reason that Tommy kept Sprite in the house, but she had stopped berating him about it months before. The look in his eyes was a given that he was just as faded (if not more so) as she was and it was some odd kind of turn on for her. Or maybe it was just the fact that the vodka made me feel hotter than usual in places that weren't just her upper body. Either way, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a not so gentle manner.
The feeling of his one hand slipping out her grasp and then both of them reaching to firmly grasp at her hips showed that he welcomed the kiss. Not that he would have turned it down in the first place. His fingers kneaded into her soft skin as her lips tugged gently on his lower lip. They weren't known for being kissers, they spoke mostly with their hands and their mouths did the talking on other parts of their body. But in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to taste his lips on hers and to drown in it. And from the way he groaned against her lips, tightening his grip on her thighs, the feeling was mutual.
The blonde's attempt to pull away and speak for a moment was hindered by the fact that Tommy pressed his lips to hers again, clearly having not gotten his fill. A smile tugged on the corner of her lips and she reached up to drag her fingers down his neck gently. She had wanted to tell him that she wanted to be in bed, but with the way his hands were slowly traveling up to appreciate other parts of her body, she was sure that what would be handled in the bedroom would be taken care of just fine on the couch.
