Pleasantly imbibed but not overly so, Soph was far past thinking about what she was doing or why. Her mind settled happily on the fact that it felt good, and everyone deserves to feel good. So it was involuntary when she pitched forward in her seat, wanting to prolong the feeling of Rose’s lips caressing her ear with her soft whisper, or the graze of fingertips on skin. It was irresistible - if Soph hadn’t seen the woman pop open the wine and pour it out, she might’ve even thought it was spiked with sorcery. For what else could explain this impossible allure?
“Well I do enjoy having an audience,” she smirked, and turned to face Rose an inch from her face. Attention had a tendency to find her quickly in any room, and Sophia had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Few things compare to the heady rush of adrenaline from accomplishing an impossible feat to thunderous applause. Even when the hollers down below rang vulgar, it still had the consequence of goading the brunette to her next move.
“But I hate to be so rude, coming in suddenly and detracting from your girl downstairs.” A conspiratorial smile crawled over her lips and stayed there, even as Rose planted another featherlight kiss over it. On impulse, Soph decided to show rather than tell her new friend what she thought about staying. The brunette’s head cocked to the side, undone hair falling to act as a modesty curtain against prying eyes from down below. Her lips gravitated down from the other’s to the pulse on her neck with an open mouthed kiss. Fingers on her hip curled, and her other hand tangled itself into blonde hair to gently guide their angle.
Eventually Sophia found the will to pull back. The silent part is still part of the song, after all. With a sigh the ballerina stood up and gave Rose a coy look. She rounded in front of the blonde with her back to the audience now – this look on her face was a treat Soph wanted to enjoy all to herself.
“I have no plans at all. Perhaps we might retreat with our drinks to somewhere more private? You’ve been so hospitable, I would love to repay you with a special performance.”
“Well I do enjoy having an audience,” she smirked, and turned to face Rose an inch from her face. Attention had a tendency to find her quickly in any room, and Sophia had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Few things compare to the heady rush of adrenaline from accomplishing an impossible feat to thunderous applause. Even when the hollers down below rang vulgar, it still had the consequence of goading the brunette to her next move.
“But I hate to be so rude, coming in suddenly and detracting from your girl downstairs.” A conspiratorial smile crawled over her lips and stayed there, even as Rose planted another featherlight kiss over it. On impulse, Soph decided to show rather than tell her new friend what she thought about staying. The brunette’s head cocked to the side, undone hair falling to act as a modesty curtain against prying eyes from down below. Her lips gravitated down from the other’s to the pulse on her neck with an open mouthed kiss. Fingers on her hip curled, and her other hand tangled itself into blonde hair to gently guide their angle.
Eventually Sophia found the will to pull back. The silent part is still part of the song, after all. With a sigh the ballerina stood up and gave Rose a coy look. She rounded in front of the blonde with her back to the audience now – this look on her face was a treat Soph wanted to enjoy all to herself.
“I have no plans at all. Perhaps we might retreat with our drinks to somewhere more private? You’ve been so hospitable, I would love to repay you with a special performance.”
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thank you gin for the set<3
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