Angie says hey, stop kissing blondes in your icons! :P
There was something to be said for caving into one's wanton desires every now and then... alcohol and adrenaline just gave Angelina the perfect opportunity. She wasn't sure exactly why doing this with Fred felt so much more right than the other guys she had joined lips with in the past, but it did. And that was at the same time terrifying and exhilarating.
More exhilarating. She drew in a slightly sharper breath when his hand slipped between the waistband of her pants and bare skin, but she didn't pull back. There wasn't a single part of her that even wanted to. Instead, she decided to help him out a bit, pulling her own shirt off over her head and tossing it to the turf before putting her arms back around him and pressing her hips against his.