<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/WOAQMvG.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>,<del>Black top</del>, Black bra,<del>Belt</del>,<del>Jeans</del>, Black panties,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Oh yeah?</strong>" Emma did her best to look defiant as Jonathan basically admitted that he wanted to fuck her. The look didn't last long, however, as she matched his smirk with her own. "<strong>Who said your next time is with me?</strong>" There wasn't much of a point to playing hard to get anymore, because despite what she said, it did feel like a foregone conclusion that the two of them were barreling straight toward spending fifteen minutes -- if not more -- in one of Izzy's bedrooms. But Emma was determined to stay playful to the bitter end, like a captain going down with her metaphorical ship.<br/><br/>It was hard to keep wearing her smirk when Jonathan reached out to adjust the angle of her chin. There were all sorts of subtle social cues that would have went over her head in her current state, but this definitely wasn't one of them. Her eyes briefly flicked down to hand on her chin, then back up to look into Jonathan's eyes. Just how badly she wanted this kiss was written in her gaze. Emma stayed still as Jonathan's face neared her own. Her eyes closed, letting Jonathan lead, but Emma still stretched ever so slightly to close the last bit of distance before their lips met.<br/><br/>It wasn't what Emma had expected. Had their first kiss been on the couch after exploring each other's bodies, Emma knew that it would have been wild and unrestrained. But this was something different. There was purpose and passion behind it that went beyond just lust for someone attractive. Wet fingertips touched Jonathan's cheek. Emma sighed through her nose as her lips caressed against his again and again, her chin shifting softly in his grip as her angle changed for each new meeting.<br/><br/>Time had a funny way of slowing for the memorable moments in life. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, but when Emma finally pulled away, she couldn't help but feel it had been far longer. If there was an inappropriately long amount of time to kiss someone at an orgy, Emma was fairly confident that she had just hit that mark. Totally worth it though.<br/><br/>Emma's eyes slowly opened. A quiet moment passed as she tried to unravel everything that the kiss made her feel. Deep introspection was outside of Drunk Emma's ability though, so she instead retreated back into the water and slapped her palm along its surface to splash Jonathan. "<strong>There's no way I'm letting you chicken out and take the confession. Get in here, nerd.</strong>"<br/><br/>Jules had the right idea, even if he was the last guy that she expected to cannonball his way into the pool in his underwear. The whole suit and bodyguard thing had Emma expecting some wound up goon, but the man kept surprising her. And she would be lying if she said he wasn't doing something for her. Snug fitting boxer briefs on a guy that took care of himself was just peak sexy as far as Emma was concerned.<br/><br/>Emma left Jonathan at the edge of the pool to make his choice about whether or not to jump in and swam over to Jules. She ducked her mouth just below the surface and then did her best impression of a water gun. The distance wasn't the greatest thanks to Emma's smile. "<strong>Hey, we should play a game.</strong>" You couldn't just put a pool in front of her and not expect Emma to want to take full advantage of it. "<strong>Two more and we could do chicken fight.</strong>"