( Maybe it's both. But Kate doesn't care either. Not when things feel so easy for once, the warmth of shots counteracted by the chill of mint frosting and her mind given over to the things which feel good. All of that without any of the blurred vision, any of the loss of control.
A chance to have fun, to embrace this city for what it is, rather than just looking at it as an obstacle to be cleared in the mission to get back home.
She presses back into the kiss, tingling fingertips trailing lightly across Sara's shoulder, leaning over the other woman just enough as her lips open instinctively, tongue darting out, quick but purposeful. A small game of cat and mouse with a pretty woman never killed anyone, after all.
... Well. Maybe in movies. But they're not in one and Kate doesn't much care about fiction tropes right now when there's soft lips against hers and a warmth curling in her stomach that has nothing (or at least minimal) to do with the things she's consumed.
Maybe letting yourself have fun isn't such a bad thing. )
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A chance to have fun, to embrace this city for what it is, rather than just looking at it as an obstacle to be cleared in the mission to get back home.
She presses back into the kiss, tingling fingertips trailing lightly across Sara's shoulder, leaning over the other woman just enough as her lips open instinctively, tongue darting out, quick but purposeful. A small game of cat and mouse with a pretty woman never killed anyone, after all.
... Well. Maybe in movies. But they're not in one and Kate doesn't much care about fiction tropes right now when there's soft lips against hers and a warmth curling in her stomach that has nothing (or at least minimal) to do with the things she's consumed.
Maybe letting yourself have fun isn't such a bad thing. )