Emyli's definition of 'way too long' differed greatly from everyone else's. Hell, a couple of days would classify as way too long. For everything. She couldn't go more than a couple of days without indulging in some recreational vice, because a sober Emyli was an unhappy Emyli. That's usually when the warped thoughts of her family would swim in her head. She'd get this strange desire to go visit them, maybe even to apologize, but that was easily numbed and went away with just a few drinks or a quick hit of whatever happened to be cheapest in the trailer park. Or by a pretty girl who was standing oh so close and felt so warm beneath her shirt.
Cleanliness and godliness were two qualities that Emyli had never cared very much for; she was prone to greasy hair and day-old makeup, but that didn't mean she hated showers or didn't care enough to clean herself. She liked good smelling soaps and perfumes as much as the next girl, it was just sometimes it was easier to take a whore bath in a bottle of body spray than it was to hop in the shower. Those times were usually when she had overslept and was running late for work. It just so happened that Bianca was the lucky recipient of a freshly showered Emyli, complete with conditioned hair and makeup that had not been smeared. Yet. If everything went the way that she was hoping, though, she'd have eyeliner smudged before very long. She kissed Bianca hard, her hands pressing into the skin beneath her shirt. Fast, slow, it didn't matter to Emyli. Sometimes a slower start led to a more exciting finish, but slow always turned to fast by the end. When Bianca broke the kiss, Emyli ran her tongue over her bottom lip, picking up the taste of leftover whiskey and Bianca, grinning at the taste. "Taller a problem?" She joked, following Bianca to the bed. Her room was a minefield of trash and clothes, both clean and dirty, but Emyli could navigate it seamlessly when she was drunk.
Being pulled down on top of Bianca had her lips curving upwards even more, and she moved so that her legs were on either side of the necromancer. Bianca's lips going along her neck caused a moan to travel up her spine and escape through her lips. Pressing herself against Bianca felt even better than kissing her and she could feel her warmth through their clothes. Her hands trailed to the top of Bianca's shirt, fingers deftly popping the first few buttons through the holes before brushing the material to the side. She could see Bianca's collar bones and the top of her breasts. She didn't hesitate, didn't wait to relish the sight, just pressed her lips against the warm skin. Her teeth skimmed the skin over the collar bones and her tongue traced little circles downward until she met the smooth material of Bianca's bra. Part of her wanted to plunge right in, remove the shirt the rest of the way, but Emyli was all about enjoying herself and Bianca was so soft and warm beneath her, that she was quite content to sit there and run her lips, teeth, and tongue over the brunette's chest. She focused her attention on the area just between Bianca's breasts, where the swells of her breasts began, and kissed the flesh.