#icethatbites

Smooch lips from drunk starters 

The taste of Freljordian mead was prominent on Ashe’s lips. A few kisses and Quinn could have been tipsy from that alone, if she wasn’t already intoxicated from the northern Demacian whiskey she brought with her. Still, she sampled the flavor readily with returned kisses. One hand rested on Ashe’s hip and the other on the back of her head while her teeth gently nipped at the bottom lip. Quinn held her there for a few moments more, tongue gently licking Ashe’s lips before finally pulling away. Her face was flushed with blush, though it’s hard to say whether that was from the kiss or the alcohol.

... Odd.

The Lunari would politely, albeit rather hastily, take her hand away from the other’s grasp after the surprisingly cold kiss was placed. Her expression was of a subtle bewilderment, both at the gesture and person in question.