Pansy could not breathe, for a moment. She could smell her, could smell the scent of the other girl's shampoo and her perfume. Her breath at her ear tickled her, but at the same time, teased, made her feel something between her legs she'd not felt since August, and never, ever, under these circumstances.
She nodded, a smile and giggle coming to her lips at the mention of alcohol, though what she truly wanted was something else. She pushed that last thought aside. "That would be delightful," she said, able to breathe again now that the distance between them was not so diminished.