Harper’s head is spinning. not in a bad way, not in a blackout way, just the soft blur of too many shots and not enough water, the thrum of bass still ghosting in her chest from whatever hole-in-the-wall bar they’d stumbled out of twenty minutes ago. Her jacket's half-off her shoulders, caught on her elbow, and her boot lace is untied, but she doesn't care. All she can think about is the way her girlfriend’s mouth tastes like peach-flavored something and a hint of shared cigarette smoke.

They’re pressed up against the peeling wall of Harper’s apartment hallway, one dim overhead light flickering like a drunk heartbeat above them, and she’s laughing against her girlfriend’s lips, or trying to. but it comes out slurred, broken by another kiss. Messy, open-mouthed. A little desperate.

Harper grabs the back of her girlfriend’s neck, her rings cold against warm skin, grounding herself in the feel of her. The girl’s hands are everywhere, but Harper’s only focused on the way their mouths keep finding each other, breathless and clumsy, like they’re both too drunk to aim right but too into it to stop trying.

She hums into the kiss, low in her throat, the sound involuntary. Her whole body feels too full. Of heat, of affection, of something that buzzes under her skin like static. Her lips are probably swollen, her lipstick half-smudged if she even put any on to begin with, and her hair’s definitely more of a wreck than usual, but there’s no one here to see it but her, and that’s somehow worse. Better. She can’t tell.

'God.' she thinks, leaning her forehead against her girlfriend’s, noses brushing, breath mingling. 'I’m so gone for her.'

Her heart stutters in her chest. She presses another kiss to her jaw this time, open, wet, lingering like a secret she hasn’t admitted yet and then buries her face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of perfume and sweat and whatever sweetness still clings from the drink they split earlier.