<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/MyXF7VZ.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>, Black top, Belt, Jeans, Sneakers<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Some fantasizing<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Posse (Chloe, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/><br/>Someone must have hit the defrost because the party was all of a sudden feeling a lot less icy. At first, Emma had her reservations about participating in this stitched together Frankenstein monster constructed from all the stereotypical games of awkward teenaged experimentation. Strip poker, truth or dare, seven minutes in heaven: all the classics rolled into one messed up game. Maybe it was true what they said about child stars? Izzy was either super messed up or desperate to turn back the clock to capture something that she thought that she had missed while building a career as a teenager. Emma paused for a second to look back inside. Summoning up some sympathy for a millionaire Disney Princess wasn't quite in the cards just yet, but the thought did plant a seed that wouldn't have grown before.<br/><br/>But what Izzy was doing in there hardly mattered -- not when Johnathan had found a grip on her hips. God, it felt so fucking right. That low, masculine whisper sent a small shiver up her spine. He joked to diffuse the tension, but Emma thought she could hear something else in his voice just beneath the surface: a warning that if she didn't stop swishing her hips side to side, Jonathan wasn't going to be responsible for what happened next.<br/><br/>Out of Johnathan's sight, Emma's eyes rolled up and slowly closed. The horny switch had been flipped. Thoughts of wrestling with Johnathan flashed in her mind's eye. Wiggle harder, make him hold her hips even tighter. Bounce against his hips in a vain attempt to get free. The hand not gripping the bottle of Patrón fell down to his, resting over top of his fingers. Emma could see herself bent over the table that they were using for the poker game, their bodies in almost the same arrangement, Johnathan's hands gripping the same spots and...<br/><br/>No. No, no, no. Bad Emma. She couldn't let herself get carried away at this party. There was some undeniable chemistry here but Emma still wanted to feel out the evening and Izzy's game before she started letting her guard drop completely.<br/><br/>That didn't mean Emma couldn't keep having fun, though. She happily obliged Johnathan's request for a drink by twisting around, resting the mouth of the bottle on his lips, and pouring a slow, steady stream of Patrón. She might have been a little generous with the amount she let out -- at least two shots worth -- but Johnathan looked like a sturdy guy that could take it. Emma then laughed playfully and settled back into her seat, content to obey the hands that held her still.<br/><br/>While Chloe put on a show, Emma watched from Johnathan's lap. The bottle made another trip to her lips, finding a faint taste on the glass that wasn't there before. Emma seemed a little preoccupied with running her tongue along her bottom lip in search for a second taste of what she had found on the bottle, but she still hastily tucked the bottle into her elbow and clapped -- perhaps a little too loudly -- when the newly barefoot Chloe returned to her seat. "<strong>Hey, that was pretty good. So uh, don't take this the wrong way, but have you done that before? I mean, I was just planning on like...just sorta kicking my shoes off.</strong>" Emma shrugged. How did you even go about making taking off shoes sexy?<br/><br/>When Johnathan posed the question about cheating, Emma looked back over shoulder with a hurt expression. "<strong>Why would you want to look at my cards? Surely there's something else you could be looking at?</strong>" A flash of a grin announced that Emma had an idea and she pushed herself up from Johnathan's lap only to turn 180 degrees and place a knee on the couch right next to his hips. The brunette planted a hand on Johnathan's shoulder and made a show of swinging her other leg over the span of his lap, straddling the man beneath her. For a moment, Emma's thoughts drifted to their proximity. If the game was a little further along and Emma pushed her hips forward then they could...<br/><br/>Emma shook her head and then beamed triumphantly. "<strong>There. Now we can't peek.</strong>"