[Vi's touch continues to be electrifying. A shiver runs up her spine again, because how could it not? Between her fingers running along the exposed skin of her back, and the images in her head of Vi's mouth on her, it was hard not to get to her. Her face feels warm. Everything feels warm, but that could be the alcohol a bit too.
Godsdamn.
At least she has a drink deposited in front of her to distract her long enough to attempt to compose herself. It only helps some, before a comment that only would escape while tipsy comes from her mouth.]
All those marks in such a visible area. One might think you were trying to stake your claim.
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Godsdamn.
At least she has a drink deposited in front of her to distract her long enough to attempt to compose herself. It only helps some, before a comment that only would escape while tipsy comes from her mouth.]
All those marks in such a visible area. One might think you were trying to stake your claim.