MONA MEGISTUS / the astrologist (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
astrolabium) wrote2003-01-04 12:00 pm
astrolabium) wrote2003-01-04 12:00 pm
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[Gradually, the muffled sounds of revelry and giggling outside filter into her senses again — a wave of noise that knocks her promptly back down to reality. Fang pulls back from Mona as much as she can in the enclosed space.] Right. Yeah, sorry. Suppose we did.
[It's not like Fang to be awkward, but even she's feeling a heat crawl up her neck that is no longer strictly because of the passion from mere moments ago. Belatedly, she remembers that her hands are still cupping Mona's backside, and she removes them shortly after this realization. She returns Mona's smile with a faint half-smile of her own, though this is mostly to not appear too out of sorts. Where the hell had that come from, she wonders? She'd dealt with a lot of odd situations during her time awake, but this one — practically shoving her tongue down a stranger's throat — took the cake. Not that Mona wasn't attractive... she was, certainly, but Fang knows herself well enough to know that wasn't like her.
Something to think about when they weren't shoved into this box together, she wagers.
They're still practically in one another's arms even with the attempt at distance, and so Fang has to twist her upper body just so to rap her knuckles sharply against the door.] Alright, jokers. Wrap it up! We're done.