<span style="font-size: 12px">The desires of Zo only seemed to fuel Ryan's. If someone had told Ryan that she'd be where she was now, making out with a gorgeous girl after a dildo-attack escape from two guys in a truck... Well, she would've laughed her ass off, for one. But she probably wouldn't believe it and think they were on crack. Yet, here she was. Talking about shopping trips to sex shops and locking lips with the girl she'd only just met less than a couple hours ago. Her lips spread with a smile for the girl's agreement, a soft sigh leaving her with the brief closing of her lids when she felt that kiss to her tongue find her lips when she withdrew it back into her mouth. She could feel Zoella relax more and enjoy the kiss, whether it was just getting used to it or the aide of alcohol, she couldn't tell. But she didn't mind the answer. <br/>
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Lips were hesitant to leave hers when Zo pulled back, following them for a moment before she relented to the break. Her own breathing had escalated as her fingers traced along the dainty collar bone of the woman in front of her. The soft question summoning her eyes to the surface behind heavy lids from intoxication and desire. Slightly swollen lips hooked into a smile with the faint nod of her head. "Okay," she agreed, lids opening further from their squint to watch the movements of her as she rose. Her fingers had fallen from the collar bone, but brushed down her arm in the ascension to her feet. Teeth caught an already abused bottom lip as her fingers curled around Zo's, climbing to her own feet with the request. <br/>
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She'd gotten mostly to her feet before Zoella had taken her stumble. Her eyes shot wide in surprise as her spine automatically bent in a failed attempt to catch her, misjudging distance and her own abilities from the liquor flooding through her system. Her lips cracked in a soft laugh that she couldn't hold back. "Shit, you okay?" She snickered, helping the girl to her feet as she tried to fight back the spill of chuckling to the unexpected fall. "It's fine, the real world ain't like the movies. They make that shit look flawless," she shook her head. "I thought it was kind of cute, to be honest," she smiled crookedly, following her the rest of the way to the bed as she eased onto it. The laughter was suppressed in her eyes to the question at hand, followed by the opening of the shirt that had her eyes automatically drifting down to the pallid, soft flesh against white lace. "... That's an effective distraction," she murmured, as if falling into the girl's trap, all too willingly. <br/>
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Ryan's knees climbed onto the bed first, easing between hers as her palms caught her weight to hover over Zo. Lowering her head, she swooped in to catch a taste of her lips. Leaning on one arm, it gave the other the freedom to smooth her hand over the exposed skin in a slow manner, her hand catching briefly on the shirt in the descent to caress down over her stomach, her hip, her thigh. Pressing attentive kisses to the girl's mouth, those lips inevitably parted from hers to trail along the delicate jawline to find her neck, nipping with teeth softly before she pressed a trail of kisses and flicked her tongue over the curve of collarbone and her exposed chest just to trail back up to her lips as her fingers worked her shirt open more, then more, before it opened completely. "You're gorgeous," she whispered against her lips, brushing them against her. Her hand caressed over her stomach, her chest. One palm cupped a breast as she pressed a heated kiss against Zo's mouth, her tongue tracing her bottom lip as fingers teased and toyed with a nipple through the lace bra. </span>