sobs, probably.

( it's overwhelming, the sheer feeling of sara pressed against her, practically burrowing into any free space she can find as they kiss. it's not like any first kiss — or really, like any kiss linda has shared in recent memory; it's needy and demanding all at the same time, as if there's been a drought of affection and linda is the rain that's been gone for so long.

it's a little bit more than she bargained for. by the time they pull apart, sara is pulsing against her, legs hot as they squeeze around her own, and it's all linda can do to catch her own breath, head rolling back against the couch. ) Goddamn, ( she echoes again, a groan of satisfaction in it even as her voice gives way to low, heady exhales. )

You kiss all the girls like that, or was that the chocolate talking?

( casual? #nailingit )