A Little Girl With a Big Gun

Amelia just leaned into Eli’s touch. She couldn’t resist the moan that escaped her lips at her touch. Her skin had grown so hot in the short time she’d spent pinned against the wall. “Oh, come here.” She spoke before moving her hands to Eli’s cheeks, pulling her off of her neck and smashing her into her own lips.

That moan had her smirking, delight coursing through her veins. Though the kiss did put things into perspective. She hadn't quite planned on getting there just yet. That didn't mean she wouldn't return it though. Quite the opposite. Eli returned the kiss with fervor, pressing herself against Amelia. 

Amelia just sank into Eli. Leaning all her weight against the wall now, she squirmed when her hands trailed down her. They were up in her shirt now. “Oh just take it off!” She pleaded with a huff.

"Whatever you say darling" she drawled lazily, leaning back long enough to tug the offending fabric off. Within seconds, her lips were attached to her skin once more, her hands cupping her breasts. 

Amelia tilted her head back at the feel of Eli’s lips. Even though she hadn’t drank enough to get drunk, her senses were still heightened now because of the drinks. A soft, small moan, that came out as more of a hum, escaped her lips. She let her hands rest back on Eli’s sides. This was usually the time she’d take control, turned them around, but Amelia decided to give the rains over to Eli.

Eli revelled in the little moans she was able to pull from Amelia, nipping at her skin to pull more of those beautiful sounds from her lips. Slowly, she trailed her lips down to her collarbone, her hands dipping under her shirt teasingly. 

"Show away." Amelia spoke, not moving an inch. She focused her eyes on Eli’s, then in one swift motion she let go of her sides and took a small step back. "I dare ya." Amelia was having fun with her teasing, and it didn’t seem Eli minded too much. A smirk formed on her own lips.

Eli smirked and pushed Amelia against the wall. In seconds her lips were on her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck. 

Amelia took a step forward, with her arms still around Eli, it didn’t end up being the biggest step. Starring Eli right in the eyes, she spoke. “You tell me.” Amelia let her eyes wonder all around Eli’s face, being so close now. She eyes focused on her lips for a moment and then shoot up back to Eli’s eyes. She leaned in, ever so slightly. “Have an idea what you could do besides shots?”

Eli was so tempted to close the distance. Oh god it would have been so good to kiss her right then and there. To push her against the wall and just ravish her. But her question brought her back to what was happening- brought a smirk to her lips. "Why don't you let me show you what I can do with them?"

Guys. Guys… Did I ever tell you how much I love barbershop quartets and women who can sing? Oh geez. This is too much.

HALEY LOOK WHAT SHOWED UP ON MY DASH!

Guys…. I don’t think you understand how unbelievable this is… There was not one intonation problem in this entire performance. That’s…. well it’s …

i’m here for this

Reblogging again just to emphasize: These ladies are singing an extreeeeemely complex arrangement, and their intonation and tempo is so clean it shines. I just. Can’t. Stop. Watching it.

She laughed at Eli’s words, “I suppose I did.” Amelia replied, “But I think you’ve almost had enough, Eli. How about we find something else for you to do with your mouth.” She hadn’t meant for her words to come out that, sexual. But now that they were out there, she definitely didn’t want to take them back. She smirked at herself then. Alcohol did spark those things after all.

Eli was prepared to come back with something she was sure sounded really snarky but probably would have come out slurred and quite stupid when Amelia staid that. She froze, her eyes meeting the other's for a moment. "Is that a request?" 

Amelia laughed at Eli stumbling forward. “Hey there.” She smirked, wrapping her arms around Eli’s middle, holding her up to make sure she didn’t fall. Sure Amelia had her fair share of drinks, but it took quite a bit to get her drunk. Although was she starting to feel it slightly, she still had her wits about her.

"You promised- y-you promised shots, if we left the bar." she reminded her, grinning. Okay so maybe she was drowning her pain and problems in drinks. So what? It was time she had a little fun. So she decided to have a few shots or 6 or maybe 12. She lost count somewhere around there. 

Send me "You've been a bad boy/girl." For my muses reaction to yours saying this as they shove them against a wall.

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