Wasn't it a bit LATE to worry about moans and getting caught? Ghostface was on the loose and Jill was still waiting for Kirby to get back upstairs to continue SHAUN OF THE DEAD. Deputy Hicks also just so happened to be mid-rounds, and Katie, Jill's mom, was always at large. They were RUNNING OUT OF TIME. And Kirby's shirt was still hanging from her elbows, black bra on display as one hand perched against Sidney's hip, pulling her close, lips pressed up against that SEXY COLLARBONE as her spare hand traced the older woman's HOT AF SCARS with her fingertips. Teeth scraped and she whined out playfully, pouting and giving Sidney the PUPPY DOG EYES. "But where's the fun in that? Come on we might all die tonight, so let's live like there's NO TOMORROW." Eyes held Sid's own as Kirby bit her lips and licked at her teeth, waiting for PERMISSION. "'Sides, weren't you the one telling me to SUCK ON YOUR NECK." Granted, it had been Kirby's idea to break out the WINE COOLERS. (Wine coolers she was SUPPOSED to have taken back upstairs to Jill -- OOPS.)