<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>Section 1: flavor - Section 2: Kisses #3 and #4. Pretty sexy, still PG-13 'Does Heather mouth seriously taste like roses?' - 'yuhp' Section 3: let the games begin<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) & These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg)<br/><hr/>Every kiss had a different taste. Everyone’s skin was special. The heavy taste of rose was undeniable on Heather’s tongue. The slick saliva on the back of her lips was rich with roses. She tasted the way flowers smelled. Heather noticed a distinct flavor in Kitty’s mouth, but she couldn’t place it.<em>‘Is this what luck tastes like?’ </em><br/><br/>Heather was swimming in melty goodness. Her legs pivoted underneath her to prove it to herself.<strong>“Uh-hu”</strong>She liked this quite a lot.<br/><br/>Her lips didn’t wait long. Kitty’s gentle grip on Heather’s hip was profoundly effective, and some heat traveled through the center of the energetic mutants body, she groaned as the third kiss swept in like the wind around them; Heather didn’t even recall leaning in. She lifted her chin this time, and let her tongue slip into the other girls mouth. She slid it upward and pulled it back in gently, riding it along Kitty’s upper lip as it retreated. She hummed in response, the sound ending with the smack of their lips.<br/><br/>Heather’s thoughts were never really prominent. It made it difficult for her own problems to slow her down or confuse her. She wanted what she wanted, and it was almost impossible to facilitate the consequences in her mind. She had never been taught what a consequence was. They were fairy tales in her mind. She’d mostly lived a life of kindness and hedonistic desires, and she’d been rewarded by the universe with this beautiful mutation. It had changed the way her entire body communicated with itself. Her processes didn’t work like regular people. Everything was different, and that had affected her thought patterns as much as it affected her digestive tract. And, even in a similar way. She consumed endlessly, never full, and never sated.<br/><br/>The bracelets on her wrist were essentially a time bomb.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>“I love that song…” </strong>Heather had a breathy laugh in that moment that almost sounded like she was in pain. As her laugh faded in just became that heavy rose scented breath. Her voice cracked with a groan with the next word,<strong>“ya -nnngh- ou’re not so bad yourself, cutie…” </strong>Heather’s hands roamed a bit, feeling for certain special places that were otherwise innocent. She was all around Kitty’s back, but her left hand stayed high, and her right hand stayed low. She toured up and down from the center.<br/><br/>Her heavy breaths changed to moans and she pulled in Kitty for number four. This one was full, romantic, passionate, Heather couldn’t stop herself. She tilted her head to sink in as deep as she could. The framing of their hairstyles started to brush together. Their breasts firm together. Heather’s hand was in Kitty’s hair, gently climbing from the nape of her neck. She let her tongue explore, easing her way in and lidding her eyes. She was speaking to Kitty without talking, but she was using all of the same muscles. A good kiss was so powerful to her. She was humming, a calm poem of shapes with her tongue, travelling in gentle circles and playful lines. It was indulgent, but it didn’t last longer than it needed to.<br/><br/>The smack of their lips broke the contact again, but Heather didn’t lean back this time, she leaned in. Their right cheeks were pressed together. Like a cat, Heather nuzzled there and made soft girly sounds. She couldn’t stop herself from whispering,<strong>“You taste, really good, Kitty.” </strong>Her hand slowly drifted down the nape of Kitty’s neck, her hot breath landing against the other girl’s neck and ear. She was focused on the feeling of their denim covered hips pressing together. She could feel extra heat down between her legs, and she was fairly sure that some of that heat was not coming from her body.<br/><br/>That song was stuck in her head now, she’d listened to it a lot in her formative years. A line came to her head that felt right. Her hand traveled down to Kitty’s behind innocently and tapped her twice, little baby spankings that were more suggestive than anything else.<strong>“It is a bit of a game isn’t it…”</strong>She probably knew the song too well, as that was a reflection, and not even a quote. It was a setup for the punchline. Heather had shown Kitty how close she wanted to be, now it was time to have fun.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>After those two tiny taps, Heather slid away from Kitty, and started back pedaling away. She sang some of the song as she picked up the bottles from the ground. Her singing voice was actually rather pleasant, and the timbre was just as bratty and sharp as Katy Perry’s had ever been. She was singing a bit slower though, and giving the notes some space to breathe,<strong>“It’s… …. not ...what good girls do…” </strong>One bottle was in her hand again.<strong>“Not… … How they should behave!” </strong>Those notes had been challenging and, albeit, off. But, her playful nature let them come out with a fun lack of quality and she laughed her way through them. She tried to keep going but the rhythm was gone and the words were going too. And, she was still laughing,<strong>“My head… gets… hehe- so- ho- aahah-!“ </strong>She doubled over as she lifted the second bottle and covered her mouth. They didn’t need to be quiet, but for a moment she had completely forget that she needed to be quiet.<br/><br/><strong>“Come on,” </strong>She was still giggling,<strong>“there’s still some space to roam.”</strong>With the empty bottle and the full bottle back in her possession she trotted away from Heather, looking back over her shoulder and smiling.<strong>“This way, babe!” </strong>She was starting to feel dirty and free at the same time. Along with everything else she was feeling, this night was getting to be awfully memorable. The erotic clarity, the minor buzz, the mutation, the adrenaline from a first kiss, real attraction, and the rest. There was no stopping it now. Her laughs were in the same mind space as her moans now.<br/>