Log: May and Rosie Who; May and Rosie When; Late last week. Wednesday maybe? Yes. Where; Rosie's room What; May gives Rosie a late birthday present. This is deliberately reminiscent of Phil's birthday, except I think it goes a bit better because neither of them get up the next morning and decide to be straight. Actually, they go to a bar that Saturday with Janis, but that's a different log. Anyway. Warnings; Girls kissing and implied sexual contact! Fade to black.
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May had already gotten Rosie a cake, but she had a different present. One that may or may not go over well. May's actually making a move this time, and thankfully, it could either be regarded as a joke, or as something sexy. Either way. It's not that May has some sort of deep feelings for Rosie, but ... god damn, she's hot. She's hot, they're both relatively single -- and hell, if they laugh all this off, it's still funny.
May knocks, and when Rosie opens the door, she's there in something that's pretending to be a police outfit. It's actually from a costume shop, which ... explains why it's all one piece, even if the belt likes to say it isn't, and why it's a skirt. May doesn't usually do skirts, but that's not what Rosie should be looking at, because when the door's opened, May's tugging at the collar of the outfit, as if threatening to pull it open.
"So. I saw this when I was out shopping and immediately thought of you. What do you think?"
Rosie was, for the first time after her birthday, not hammered. I know, it's a miracle. But when she saw May, and mouth went agap, it was probably a good thing. This... was. Well. She wasn't sure. But she was grinning and eyes went from looking May up and down to settling on the V in the open shirt.
"Well." She coughs. "This is, uh." Rosie knows what May is doing, and it makes her grin wider. "But honey, I don't have a stegosaurus shirt to send you home in in the morning."
"I think I can make due." Besides, Rosie's clothes would fit May. Might be a little loose in the chest, though... "Happy Birthday. Again."
She grins, "Why thank you. I wasn't expecting this." And it's true. Rosie grabs May's hand and yanks her into the room, the door swinging shut behind them and locking on it's own.
"Oh, I know. If you'd expected it, it wouldn't be fun." May grins, leaning in to kiss Rosie experimentally on the mouth, touching her jaw.
"Well..." Rosie has no counter to that. She just goes with the flow; touching May's hair, Rosie makes a little noise before pushing the kiss deeper, tongue slipping out.
Jack certainly wouldn't approve. Phil would flip out, but May doesn't care. Hardly. She likes Rosie, who is crazy but not stupid and isn't going to fall in love with her and be weird about it or get her pregnant or kidnap her.
Oh, and she's hot. That helps. Really hot, and May's mouth opens with a warm rush of breath, touching her tongue to Rosie's. Pulling her closer.
Really, Jack can go blow himself. Rosie doesn't care. But she does like that Jack would hate this, but more so she likes that May is giving her positive attention and came to her door in a cop uniform. It means something.
Touching May's hip, Rosie digs her fingers into the flesh and holds on. It might be too tight, but she likes holding onto people.
Rosie can cling if she wants to. May's skin is tough, it won't hurt her. "I really wanted to fuck you when I was with Normie," May admits quietly, against Rosie's mouth. Like it's embarrassing but now Normie's gone and she really wants to do it now.
In that case, she will cling. And she will cling for a very long time. "Oh?" She's not surprised. Rosie had a feeling then but she didn't know how to address it. Plus, Normie was crazier than she is. "I'm not going to stop you." Now, that is. Never ever would she stop this.
"I know it was your birthday and this is inappropriate but thank you." Even if it's supposed to be Rosie's present. It's fun for both of them.