<div class="floatleft">(http://th06.deviantart.net/fs22/PRE/f/2008/026/d/e/Hear_her_band_around_the_world_by_tarnishedhalo.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Quinn Englehart<br/><strong>What:</strong>Sat on edge of the bed, heavily frenching the other.<br/><strong>When:</strong>Midday - Day 1<br/><strong>Where:</strong>One of the Bedroom's Upstairs<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natalie<hr/><br/>Sat on the bed with the other on the bed, her scarf discarded somewhere on the stairs, the usual cheeky female was revealed in all her glory, her lips against another as she moaned into their mouth, tongue deeply inside the other's while hands roamed. It was too much of everything, realizations and memories of past coming, the fact it had been accepted and even encouraged. This was not her usual modus operandi, in fact she never got this close or even made out with someone so normal but here she was willingly tongue wrestling with another. Her skillful hands roaming the other body one just stroking down her back, the other hand on her chest squeezing the breast's through, while still she kissed.<br/><br/>It had been so rushed the door had not been closed behind them, everything had happened so fast and without way to predict. To Quinn this was exact thing she generally avoided leaping head first into the deep. But despite her rough exterior the thief or rogue was clearly intoxicated as she kissed and kissed. If Natalie hands were on her she had no idea. It felt like being high everything moved in erotic slow motion lips on lips sexual fidgetting of all hands, legs, if anything it was clear that Quinn had a mask and it fallen off...<br/><br/>Once the ecstasy crashed would she feel the same, uncertain, but still she elicited pleasurable sounds into the other throat while her tongue twist, twirled and curled appearing to be lost in the desire, eyes closed, hands massaging back up and down, not appearing to care if it touched Natalie's ass, the other hand casually caressing and squeezing the breasts through the top.