"So... I like this," Phoebe ventured. "Kissing you, I mean. It feels good, you're good at it." She laughed lightly. "I honestly didn't plan for this when I asked you to come here. I thought we'd make out, shake hands and walk away. Turns out... I want more. More makeouts, at the very least."
She couldn't believe all of this was coming out of her mouth, and in an attempt to shut herself up, she turned her attention back to Jessie's neck... and then she saw the rather large hickey she had inadvertently left. "Uh... oops," she said awkwardly. "Left a mark..."
Still, in for a knut, in for a galleon. She resumed her earlier action, kissing up and down Jessie's neck and sucking lightly on her pulse point, no doubt making the bruise worse but not caring. She arched her back into Jessie's touch, wanting more of it... and then decided to give as good as she was getting, raising her own hand and cupping Jessie's breast lightly. "Still okay?" she asked quietly.