*gasps when you stumble, clutching you around the waist tightly to keep you (or maybe her) from falling*
*doesn't let go then, only running her hands up and down your back and lower, her nails scraping lightly as she matches you kiss for hungry kiss*
*thinks her feet are no longer even touching the floor except that she is suddenly in her bedroom (have you lifted her? she can't process anything more than your lips and hands and the warmth of your body through your clothing)* *and it is darker in here, but not too dark to see (to kiss, to lick) the hard planes of your chest all the way down to your navel, to tug your shirt off and let it float, forgotten, to the floor*