Room 528 - Late Thursday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had only meant to slip back to her room for a little bit, looking to grab some of the nice whiskey she liked having on-hand and take it back to the party for those who were still awake.

Except she seemed to be out. Again. With a sigh, she selected a bottle of champagne that had been gathering dust on her closet shelf. Oh well. At least this way they could make mimosas for breakfast...


[For the ginger frenemy, plz.]

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[icecoldfrost]

She could be taught! Hallelujah!

Still, Jean didn't get to set the tempo for this. Emma nudged her slightly, attempting to rearrange them both so that she could straddle Jean's lap and kiss her again, this time biting lightly at the other girl's lower lip.

Time to see how much Jean wanted to play.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Which was just what happened since Jean was---Jean. And far too willing to let the other person lead in this sort of thing. Unless she was evil.

< What are you doing? > Jean asked, moving her hands to Emma's sides to steady her.

[icecoldfrost]

< You didn't think kissing was all chaste touching of lips, did you? Sunshine, romance, and puppies? > Emma replied, amusement in her mental tone. < It's give-and-take, Jeannie darling, just like everything else. Some of us like a little spice in contrast to sugar all the time. >

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Jean managed the telepathic equivailant of an eyeroll. She knew it wasn't all sweetness. She'd read those kind of romance novels!

< You're on top of me > Jean pointed out helpfully. Because, um, both girls.

That didn't mean she wasn't slowly feeling her way up and down Emma's sides, mind.

[icecoldfrost]

< You noticed. > Ugh. Someone was chatty. Emma deepened the kiss, hoping it would make Jean be quiet, letting her hands settle on the other girl's waist.

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

Heeeeey. She was always chatty and friendly and--oh. Hands.

Rather fond of hands now.

Jean did the completely out of the ordinary for someone like her and took that as her cue to cop a feel of Emma's chest. You could probably blame Alex and Tybalt for that.

[icecoldfrost]

Well, Tybalt had never tried to grab Emma's chest, but she wouldn't be surprised that Jean's unsubtle approach came from those two.

Hands were nice, and Emma leaned into Jean's touch, letting her own hands moddedly slide under her shirt just to lightly brush skin. No groping on her end - yet - since slow corruption of the innocent could be fun, too.

[i have meeeeeeeeeead still. and dial-up. we shall see how long I last.]

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

It didn't count! Girls didn't count! She read that in Cosmo!

Jean gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment to remember to breathe again. Which was working well for her.

[icecoldfrost]

Sorry, Jean, Cosmo lies like a lying-thing. Girls count.

"See? I'm very giving," Emma commented cheerfully. "Wasn't that a 'nice' thing for me to do?"

[ihavenocodename.livejournal.com]

It would never lie!

"What--" Breathe, Jean. "--Are you getting out of it?" She countered.