Once they were in her bedroom, Emyli turned to face Bianca, her free hand traveling up to Bianca's other hip. She rested her hand just at the top of her jeans, her fingers playing at the edge of the material so that she caught little flashes of the warm skin beneath. Her other hand was still hooked into the loop of the jeans, her thumb pressing the loop into her finger as it stroked the denim. She loved the way that the material was coarse and soft all at the same time. Much like Bianca, who was so fascinated with death and could do the oddest things and yet was as pretty as she could be. She reminded Emyli of satin: something so smooth that it was impossible to get a good grip on it. But Emyli had a good grip on Bianca and, as if to reinforce that idea, she moved her hand from the loop of the jeans upwards so that it matched the other hand, tracing along the edge of the jeans and catching glimpses of flesh.
"It's a good color off of me too," the light behind Emyli's eyes turned playful and she found that she was laughing darkly at Bianca's odd promise. "Honestly never heard that one before," her eyebrow arched slightly. "Can't blame you either," she stepped closer, eliminating the short distance that they had left between them. "Even if you could make it move the way you wanted, it's not like they'd feel the same, is it?" As she spoke, Emyli's hands gained minds of their own. They slid up, leaving behind the coarse denim in search for the warm silk that was Bianca's skin. They rested along the brunette's hips, but her fingers massaged little circles into the flesh. "I'm whatever I want to be," she whispered, tracing her lips across Bianca's. The contact was fleeting and brief, just enough to entice Emyli to want more. She could feel the warmth that she had originally thought was from the whiskey spread beneath her stomach. It curled in her core before sliding down her legs and up her arms. It came over her shoulders like a satin cloth being pulled away, causing the slightest shiver to run down her spine. Her grip on Bianca's hips tightened as she pulled herself even closer and pressed her lips firmly against Bianca's.