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You look up hungrily as you saw her chug down the last bit of whatever that was in the bottle. It waan’t like you needed any more, but just seeing her drink it made you want some. But when the bottle hits the floor, you stop thinking about it because she straddles your hips, and you’ve already completely forgotten about alcohol. By the time she makes the little move of pushing her hair from her face, you’ve already leaned up jus enough to catch her lips and your hands slide to her hips.
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Anonymous sent: Okay, let me rephrase. You have cat ears / tail / etc etc. And you're super horny. Got it? |
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Anonymous sent: Magic Anon! You are now a cat for the next week. A really horny cat. |
omfg wat
guys look i m a cat now
meowww??
You’re pulled away unexpectedly from her cheek and in a flash she’s leaning in on you. It takes a minute for you to register what was going on before you have enough sense to part your lips and swipe your tongue across her lip. Drunk kisses definitely wasn’t something you’d pride yourself on. At any other given time you were the best kisser, but you could hardly be bothered enough to think about that. You were too busy enjoying what was currently happening to even start thinking about that. There was one thing you were positive of though: one way or another, you’d end up passing out and sleeping here.
(Source: mamalolonde)
You just kind of snort and lay back at all the almost-spilling bottles that are being knocked around between the two of you. And after a moment of her beaming a grin at you, you do the same, you lean over again to press another sloppy, uncoordinated kiss on her, this time on her cheek.
Okay that would NOT do. If he was going to kiss you it was going to be on the lips. No mushy drunken sex allowed, nope. If this was going somewhere you were going to take the reigns and point it down Pleasure Lane because hell if you weren’t going to enjoy this, drunk or otherwise. You take his cheek in hand and steer him to your lips and press roughly, already leaning in and doing your best not to slump on him but, you’re also drunk and making out with him in the first place.
Fuck it.
(Source: mamalolonde)
4 the reorcd if daves sinlge tehcniaclly then it doSENT MATTER
johnh shuold sho up 1nce in awhiel if he acares so much
remidsn me of some1 else i kno
You listen to what she’s saying, but after a while she’s just going off tangent. You just sort of lean forward mid-sentence and press a messy kiss to her, but you quickly pull away because your drink almost slips out of your hand. You pull back and put the bottle on the table with as much uncoordinated effort as possible. After making sure for a moment the bottle won’t fall you turn back to her.
“—and then it’ll get in the carpet and Mom I mean Rose will freak I mean I guess not now and it’s like—”
Your tangent is cut off when Dave presses his lips against yours and mmm, yes, you like that. You’ve been kissed before because WHO in Sburb hasn’t been kissed at this point? For death-y reasons, but still.
When he breaks away (was it really that short? wow not fair being kissed is GREAT) you at least have enough sense to sort of lay the bottle down / stand it up / you’re not really sure but it’s standing up so who cares? / fix the problem aka bottle that by the time Dave has turned back to you you’re just barely making it not-spill to turn back to him and grin like a loon.
(Source: mamalolonde)
