Katherine and Davian
"TM fucking I!" Davian grinned. He kept an arm around Kat's waist, wanting to make sure she didn't fall, but also leaning on her a little as the music got louder and the feeling of being high got stronger. Davian blinked, wondering if he'd actually smoked some without remembering. Ambriel would be pissed if he came back smelling like weed. But that wasn't what the smell was on the air. Davian sniffed thoughtfully, then shrugged it off. He'd worry about that later.
"So. When you do get to fuck him, Mal I mean, how do you picture it? Missionary style? Classic like that? Or are you more of a wild girl who wants to be on top and drive him fucking bananas?"