The palms of your hands slowly, teasingly, tauntingly run up from her own palms, then up her arms, to her biceps, then to wrap around her neck to pull her closer. You touch was featherlight while doing so, and soft. Too soft, making her shiver into the kiss you both shared.

Her arms wrap around your waist, her hands finding their way into your back pockets as she holds you against her and the wall of the bar bathroom, her lips locked on yours in a deep, passionate kiss. One where you felt as if you were melting. Her lips were warm, and soft, and she tasted of whiskey.

After a while, you finally pulled away from the kiss, but not far from her. You pant against her scarred lips, breath smelling of your own fruity margarita you had. “Too much?” She asks softly.

“Not enough..” You murmur back before you slammed your lips into hers once again, taking her by slight surprise. She chuckles softly against your lips, but of course, she kissed you back. And the moment you tilted your head to the side, she kissed you deeper.

You couldn’t help but softly moan against her lips, holding her tighter against you as her tongue ran along your lower lip, a silent question, wanting you to let her in, which you do.

She softly hums, holding the kiss for a good while before she pulled away, leaving the both of you panting yet again. Your red lipstick was smeared on your lips, and now there was some on her.

She nuzzles her nose against your cheek, trailing kisses to your ear. “You taste so sweet..” She whispered.