Mira laughs softly; she'd probably have made the same joke.
"Just a car could work..." she says, thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to
Genevieve's collarbone and working her way down. She's probably too tipsy
to be driving anywhere too, or maybe just dizzy from desire. Right now, she
really doesn't want to stop to move, and it's starting to matter less to
her. She likes that Genevieve's loud: she kind of wants to find out just
how much.
It occurs to her that it's ironic that they're both not about to drink and
drive, even a little, but sleeping with some girl she just met -could be a
siren, could be a fucking serial killer, anything-is totally happening. She
doesn't actually care, just now. But it's probably a little stupid.
She presses a tease of a kiss to Genevieve' s breast, over her shirt, and
says, breathless, "Okay. Okay. Your choice, stop and move, or don't stop
and maybe get caught?" She bites her lip, raises an eyebrow.
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Mira laughs softly; she'd probably have made the same joke.
"Just a car could work..." she says, thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to Genevieve's collarbone and working her way down. She's probably too tipsy to be driving anywhere too, or maybe just dizzy from desire. Right now, she really doesn't want to stop to move, and it's starting to matter less to her. She likes that Genevieve's loud: she kind of wants to find out just how much.
It occurs to her that it's ironic that they're both not about to drink and drive, even a little, but sleeping with some girl she just met -could be a siren, could be a fucking serial killer, anything-is totally happening. She doesn't actually care, just now. But it's probably a little stupid.
She presses a tease of a kiss to Genevieve' s breast, over her shirt, and says, breathless, "Okay. Okay. Your choice, stop and move, or don't stop and maybe get caught?" She bites her lip, raises an eyebrow.