She puts her lit cigarette out on her pant leg and drops it on the floor. It wasn't quite spent yet, but oh well, who gives a fuck about that right now? After that, she doesn't hesitate and if he was expecting something sweet and gentle he was going to be disappointed. She flings her arms around his neck and tugs herself towards him, kissing him rough and messy, with a little too much force and as much teeth and tongue as there were lips.
She's elated, her heart pounding like a drum, but there's still something angry in her kisses. There's something angry in all of her, whether she's consciously feeling it or not. She's not a snake but she's still a wild thing that's been caged all too long. But beneath all of that there's real passion; that inner fire of hers that drew people in like moths.
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Date: 2021-09-01 12:12 am (UTC)She's elated, her heart pounding like a drum, but there's still something angry in her kisses. There's something angry in all of her, whether she's consciously feeling it or not. She's not a snake but she's still a wild thing that's been caged all too long. But beneath all of that there's real passion; that inner fire of hers that drew people in like moths.
She tastes like tobacco and cherry lollipops.