Girl's Night Out cont.

[acontrollist]

[Rachel's way too drunk to care that the cabby can probably see her flatten her back against the inside of the door of the cab and pull Noah in for a long kiss. And he probably hears the zipper of her jeans when she reaches between her and Noah to undo them. She was promised fingers and they're way too tight for him to get anywhere near the crux of her thighs if they're done up.]

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[but_idontlie]

[Physics, baby. He twists his body and pulls her into his lap, sucking a bruise against the curve of her neck and raising purple and red pinpricks there. The palm of his hand curves against her concave belly, slipping against her abdominal muscles and into her unzipped jeans, finding the silk of her panties and dipping between the fabric and soft satiny skin. Yes, he loves this. Fuck, yes. He skids the long tip of his middle finger through her folds, gathering slickness, and quickly draws it out of her pants and upward, popping it into his mouth and sucking the flavor from his fingertip blissfully.]

Fuck, you're good. M'gonna take you when we get home.