Now her piece de resistance was in show. Well, most of it. The one tattoo Georgie was proudest of than any other, the one that had taken ages but looked so good. Her breath caught in her throat as Theo traced kisses and nibbles over her stomach, little moans here and there also came out as Georgie reached up for Theo's own flesh, one hand on one perfect, big lovely breast and another helping Theo tug her jeans down.
Pulling herself up, Georgie tugged Theo's chin up to kiss her full on the lips while she undid the other woman's bra expertly, like only a very experienced bra-unclasper could. No matter the decade, Georgie was confident she could hack it. Georgie pulled the straps down her shoulders, planting kisses on the exposed parts of her breasts. Then, as if remembering her place, Georgie laid back down and pulled Theo with her, pushing her jeans off with her feet while she kissed Theo's mouth so thoroughly it would leave them both breathless.