Heidi noticed she had loss control of their shared trek to the dance floor. Her tongue sought Laurel's and tangled with hers. She loved the taste of her kiss mixed with the whiskey they had been drinking. Heidi's right hand slipped ever-so-slightly under the hem of Laurel's skimpy red shirt. Her fingertips lightly teased the soft flesh she found there.
Kissing her desperately, Heidi moaned into the kiss. Merlin, this girl could kiss! Her knees felt a little weak and it had nothing to do with the whiskey. When Laurel retreated in the kiss, Heidi pursued then retreated herself when Laurel pressed her lips to her more firmly.
Feeling the floor change beneath her feet, she knew they reached the dance floor. Breaking the kiss, she pressed against Laurel and began to dance. Like the rest of the dance floor, Heidi wasn't shy about being close to the gorgeous brunette.
"Fuck," she groaned in an unguarded moment after the kiss. She met Laurel's gaze and chuckled. "That kiss..." She blew out a breath and kept chuckling for another moment.