Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
"Wha..." Natalie struggled to force her eyes open and pushed herself up off the pillows slightly. "Just mead?" she ran her fingers down Gretchen's arm and only just kept herself from pouting. The mixture of mead and snogging had worked her up and her skin was buzzing and she could feel a flush that she was sure spread over more than just her face. As delicious as the mead was she was finally starting to lose an interest in it. For now.
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