( the cold brush of kate's fingertips against her cheekbone to get the hair out of her face feels nice, despite the way it sends a tangible shiver through her. is it whatever the hell's in the cupcakes talking, or does this pink-haired girl's touch just really do it for her right now?
hard to say, but sara doesn't really care either way; the touch, light and casual, feels like invitation enough for sara to lean in and kiss equally-pink lips, not shy in the least about the way her own lips part through said kiss, a hand reaching to curl into kate's shirt.
who needs to, like, even know a person's name before kissing them? not sara lance after a few cupcakes, that's for damn sure. )
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hard to say, but sara doesn't really care either way; the touch, light and casual, feels like invitation enough for sara to lean in and kiss equally-pink lips, not shy in the least about the way her own lips part through said kiss, a hand reaching to curl into kate's shirt.
who needs to, like, even know a person's name before kissing them? not sara lance after a few cupcakes, that's for damn sure. )