<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Jqokx3p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest on outskirts of property<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Oh shit! heather (sort of) goes in for a kiss! 'Does her breath seriously smell like flowers?' - 'yeah. And Apple cider'<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) & These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br/><hr/>Heather had gotten the exact reaction out of her kitty that she had hoped for. Her playful smatterings of affection were doing something to the brunette walking down the trail with her. Heather’s hand moved away, but not for long, it landed on the small of Kitty’s back. Heather’s hand felt comfortable there, so she let it linger there, pressing softly against those little dimples just above Kitty’s pert little buttocks.<br/><br/>And she was so caring, Heather wasn’t even trying to degrade herself, she was trying to poke fun at her own shortcomings like she always did.<strong>“Thank you!”</strong>Heather reacted with a laugh when Kitty said the bit about gossipy bitches.<strong>“They damage themselves when they call me names like that, 'speshly-'cuz' if, ya know... I sort of take pride in it."</strong>She giggled to herself, thinking of a bad joke.<strong>"I’m flying free up here..."</strong>Her tone suggest that there was a punch-line coming. Heather sometimes made dad jokes with meta knowledge that they weren't funny,<strong>"...like a kite, or a bird.”</strong>Heather wasn’t that stupid, but she was pretending like her analogy was incredibly deep. Her eyebrows lifted as she nodded and gave her best version of a satirical serious face. Her smile fought through her meager character, and spread over her whole face.<strong>“You have a point.”</strong>she gestured with her cider hand, pointing in front of them as if the point were that way. A flourish in her step and she turned back to continue.<strong>“I’m like the artist formally known as slut.”</strong>She giggled and wiggled the arm in front of her. The liquid sloshed in Heather’s cider-bottle as her bracelets shuffled together.<br/><br/>The rainbow girl’s mind was rarely a busy place, but suddenly, she felt conflicted. Those bracelets were starting to feel heavy. She thought about how long she’d been stacking the current collection, looking down at the arm introspectively. She tried to remember what number she was at in her head as she looked down. She was distracted by her own arm for a good eight seconds or so.<em>‘32?’</em>She’d lost count.<em>‘33? I’ll count them later.’</em>A feeling of comfort washed over her. ‘Rogue…’ Her mind was whirring. She imagined everything, the silk, the peanut butter and jelly, the month that had been just the two of them together, basically abstinent.<br/><br/>Heather blinked and she looked up to Kitty, her bottom lip was tight between four of her teeth.<em>‘They’re getting so heavy.’</em>Responsibility wasn’t a feeling that Heather enjoyed. She outright denied her own responsibilities sometimes. This felt like a good time to do that.<em>‘I can take them all off, maybe…’</em>Heather had never been intimate enough with Kitty to give her a bracelet, it had always been playful. But this night had an heir to it.<br/><br/><em>‘What am I doing…?’</em>She didn’t know what was right and what was wrong. Her cork was about to blast off the end of the bottle, the pressure had been building, and the perceived weight was making her crazy.<br/><br/>Heather needed to test the waters for real. She didn’t know if Kitty wanted anything like she wanted, and there was no reason to torture herself if she knew that the brunette was only interested in a platonic thing. Her action was swift, if not subtle and childish.<br/><br/>Her feet started to stop, tiny steps making the transition easy. Heather put a couple fingers down the back-left pocket of Kitty’s jeans and stopped walking competely. She tugged on the other girl to get her to stop as well. She clearly wanted to stop walking for a moment to get a good kiss under the half cloud-covered stars. Heather’s intention was obvious, the way their bodies pressed together immediately was a good indicator. Heather felt her chest press firmly against Kitty’s, and the sensation, even through their clothing was intoxicating. Neither girl was blessed with sizable chests, but Heather found the sensation in an embrace. With one arm around her, and the cider-hand rising, Heather started to bask in the heat of the other girls body. She was very rarely taller than someone she was trying to kiss. She even lifted onto her toes for a moment out of instinct before realizing that it actually made Kitty’s face further away. She smiled, lowered herself down and managed a whimper instead of words.<br/><br/>It had been a bold move, their lips were only inches apart, hip to hip, and closer.<br/><br/>Heather let a few moments pass, her breath was calm and refreshingly crisp in scent. The cider was bright in the mixture, but it also smelled a bit like spring flowers behind the sour flavor of apple. Heather’s chest tightened and she groaned against her will, a high pitch sound closer to a squeak than anything else. She inched her head downward to make up for the three inch difference between them. Her hands landed on both of Kitty’s hips, holding her gently there, close but not thirsty by motion. With her cider in her hand as well, still, it felt perfect.<br/><br/><strong>"So."</strong>There was thick anticipation in her voice. She thought about all of the times she'd kissed these lips for fun and games. Heather was excited to taste them with real passion involved.<strong>“For real this time?”</strong>She was whispering with that thirsty tone of mixed lust and squeakiness. Her voice was thick and sultry, high pitched and thirsty. The truth was that Heather was good at feeling out other people's emotions, it was no power. But, she was especially good at sensing sexual desire. Heather didn't realize that Piotr had warmed this kitty up, she figured that all of these signals were intended just for her. If Kitty wanted a real kiss without an audience, it would be a very clear sign. It wouldn’t prove that Kitty was ready to get naked in the woods like a heathen fairie that night, but it would certainly mean something. Heather was capable of touching someone without giving them her signature wake up call, and she decided that if Kitty leaned in for the kiss, she would keep her power to herself. There was no need to wake someone up in the middle of the night without asking, even if it felt good, and refreshing.