Blue sat still, wearing a smirk as she watched his hands move over her legs and back to her waist. She gasped as he pulled her close, laughing at the surprise. She hadn't expected him to be so<span style="font-style: italic">confident.</span>She'd half expected him to crumble and blush at the flirtation, but instead he welcomed it - pushed it further. The blonde slid her hands along his forearm and bicep before resting them on his shoulders.<br/><br/>"10/10?" She asked, referring to their conversation from the night before. This was crazy, Marcus was going to be back at any minute, what were they thinking? But they<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>blame it on the alcohol. So there was that. Fingers moved to slip under the fabric of his shirt, running along his collarbone and back up to his shoulder. Her head was woozy, and she had to rest her forehead against his own to slow the room down. It had been a while since she'd acted like this - years, in fact. She felt young and free again.