#((seven sentence sunday ssh))

[aqpippin]

six sentence sunday —

sipped her like an old fashioned

“Seems to me that Tia’s not very interested in whatever you were saying,” Suit Girl says nonchalantly, “I think she’s much more interested in something else.”

Tia is once again acutely aware that half the bar is watching them, not even pretending to be interested in anything else now, as Suit Girl moves to stand between her thighs, “something like this.” She takes the glass from Tia’s hand, placing it on the bar while simultaneously cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

It isn’t the tentative kiss Tia would expect from a stranger. It’s insistent, a demanding sweep of Suit Girl’s tongue against her lips; she can taste the whiskey and bitters. The press of her firm hand along Tia’s neck and jaw, with the faintest hint of teeth.

It’s a kiss that makes Tia feel like her skin is on fire.

#six sentence sunday #sss 1/2 #((seven sentence sunday ssh)) #sipped her like an old fashioned #i’m in a smut rut at the moment so i’ll admit i haven’t worked on this much #but she’s still here #pippin writes