her drunk lips were on his, taking in the flavor of his wine. she knew it was wrong; from the moment their eyes met across the bar, to the moment he came over and asked what she was doing here.

pent up frustration nagged at her as all she could think about was kissing him senseless, their tongues dancing between them and her heart racing as his long fingers tangled into her hair.

"let's go home," he panted between kisses, trailing his digits over her exposed back.

"yeah," she breathed, "i'd like that."