no diggity

The other woman lifted herself up, laboriously. Coughed once, and looked displeased by the whole endeavour. Her expression was entirely serious when she said, "I'm sorry? What ever do you mean?" Wow, real mature. She snorted, rolling her eyes. Ow, ribs. Too hurt-y for that. Her momentary cringe was abandoned in favour of staring the woman down with one brow raised. When she began to giggle, the caramel femme joined her. Sniggering alongside her new friend, she found herself having to stop before she really felt like she should. It hurt too much! The cosmic dame slunk closer, until she was all but flush with her. Oh, wait. Wait wait wait, this was not what she anticipated. Abort mission.

The brush of the older female's dark lips against the soft fur of her cheek made her feel queasy. She was so close. The scent of her, musky and yet deliriously sweet, was all she could smell. She was even more gorgeous up close, when her eyes managed to remember how to move. Those starry markings were even more intricate than she thought, and whirled across her fur in minutiae. Don't throw up on the pretty lady, Daisy. Her breath hitched audibly when the sultry whisper met her auds, "I dunno, didja earn one?" Carve the headstone now, RIP Daisy, murdered by a really hot girl. When the firm pressure of the kiss that she asked for actually made itself known upon her snout, the girl was done for.

”Hhhhhhhhh,” She breathed, expression thoroughly blank. Was this what a heart attack felt like? Were all first kisses like this? Should she kiss her back? Oh sweet daffodils, this was it. Fling her over the cliff, anyone. Please. Hold on, there was something else she should be begging for. More kissing. Yes, doing that again was definitely a good idea. It was a great idea, actually. Clouded gaze would roll slowly towards the crimson woman, and she let out a breathy request. ”Again?” Her youth showed for a moment, in that request. Would she actually return the kiss this time? Hopefully. She liked this whole kissing thing.