“I don’t knooow,” she draws the word out, amused, but as she curls her lips into a smile, a different thought enters her mind and something devilish flashes in her eyes, “Maybe we can do something else with our mouths instead?”

It’s with that question that she pulls Kate closer, the kiss she tugs her into is full of tongues and teeth and the kind of need found in bedrooms of teenagers— but, hell, she skipped that part of growing up, and maybe she deserves a taste of that, too.