Audrey didn't waste much time in getting out of her hoodie and chucking it onto the chair with her jacket. Her shoes went next, with about as much concern, left in an array in the middle of the floor. She just wasn't ordinarily a neat person, regardless of what the made beds and tidied room might have suggested. Folding could happen when there wasn't a girl in her bed.
"Down South they say it's also the color of the devil," Audrey smirked. "Mostly the fundies say that, but... y'know. I like passion better." She had a motif, admittedly. Red and black. Roses. A pretty impressive collection of knives and knife-shaped jewelry. On the other side of the equation, though, there were rabbits and deer everywhere. It was the fluffy soft marshmallow inside beneath the kind of charred outside.
One of those rabbits she haphazardly tossed aside as she sat down on the bed next to Abigail and tucked a leg underneath her. She paused for a moment, and just looked at the other girl, partially drawing out the exciting tension of the moment and partially trying to figure out what she wanted to do. In the end she leaned forward and kissed her. Just a swift, sweet kiss, enough to let Abigail know that she was interested in taking this to the next step while still giving her plenty of space to set the pace she wanted.