Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
"Mmhmm," Nat grinned widely and nuzzled against Gretchen's chest, loving the attention. It was only for the mead that she lifted herself up enough to take a few swigs, after which she handed over the bottle and promptly curled back around Gretch. "Well," she whispered eagerly, folding her arms over the other woman's chest and resting atop her, her chin on her own hands. "If I was building it that's exactly what I would have in mind. You have a better idea?"