send me ‘I want the K’; I’ll generate a number; you get a drabble
15. The Biting Kiss (wELP lets roll with it shall we)
{adrenaline-soaked fingers pull/push/press/peel at clothes too tight, too bright, too much to be still present, dream-stuffed puffs in O’s and strings and breathy-things, and there was too little air, too many bodies, the bass beat boomboom loud against the shaking, shivering walls and Elsa couldn’t remember the last thing she drank or ate or smoked.
everything was the lips against hers, large hands on her waist, the incoherent conversation of their tongues she wanted so desperately to decipher.
he was large enough to snap her
the mere thought sent her mind reeling.
the wall was painful against her back and she was scrabbling for purchase, nails raking over his scalp, pulling on his hair, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as they both stumbled for somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here in the middle of all these strangers’ bodies——
she should have told him she was a lightweight
he should have warned her before he kissed her.}