Re: [Adult] VIP Area
She pressed her cheek to his hand, and she nuzzled at his wrist when he traced beneath her jaw. She was still drunk enough that her words came easily, without care or worry. "I want more than just one night," she said, which was true. Normally, she wouldn't be so blunt about any kind of request that could be construed as the expectation of something beyond right now. They hadn't talked about the future when they were young, and she stayed away from it now, at least when she was sober. But she knew he was right, that nothing would happen while he was this close, right there, where she could see the pulse at his throat and feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat. "I want days and days of normal," she added, drunk and dreamy.
When he ducked his head, she smiled. That was the boy she'd known, the one who blushed and toed the ground and never knew what to say. "Next time, we'll see what you can do when we're both sober," she promised, still lulled by the booze and the pill in her system. She shook her head before replying, before he kissed her, and she kissed him back with the kind of laziness that spoke of morning afters, that was more appropriate between soft sheets than against a wall in the cold night air. Her hands slid down to his hips, the caress of her fingers lazy and slow as she kissed him back, owningly possessive despite all that. "You answer that question. You should be able to, mon beau. Did I like it?" she asked, a smile in the husky query, and a subsequent line of kisses along the side of his throat.
She considered asking about Gus' custody, asking if he'd seen the news, knowing he had - but she thought better of it. They were both too drunk for that conversation, and she just didn't want reality, not yet, not then. "Should you check on your son?" she asked instead, the question followed by a nip to his shoulder and a kiss to soothe the sting.