(Marion with Misty – Outside the party)<br/><br/>Marion looked at the girl and the purple dress was almost black in the moonlight. Her breath misted in front of her like a spirit set free. She thought she could see the tight hardness of nipples behind the thin material, gathered in the sudden cold.<br/><br/>She raised a pale hand to Misty’s bare shoulder. Certainly, it would be cold; certainly her beautiful smooth skin would be cool to the touch, a dark marble beautiful under her pale fingers. Butterflies fluttered between her hipbones at the thought. But Misty’s shoulder was warm, warm in the cold air and shivering slightly.<br/><br/>Marion wrestled with doubt for a moment. Should this girl’s skin be warm or cold? She wanted to kiss Misty so bad at that moment it nearly leaned her right in, almost bent her double. The red head clenched her thighs together and shuffled forward wrapping her arm around the bare shouldered girl.<br/><br/>“Sure, you need a coat, where is your car, lets get you something to put on.” She said softly, her mouth very close to Misty’s cheek, her full breast hidden in the folds of the loose blue sweater, now pressed against the dark haired girl’s arm.<br/><br/>She followed Misty’s lead and every step jostled the two together.<br/>