#notjustanother--diva

hardly sighs i'm trying though 

"Hahahaha, very funny Adelaide. But sure. I'll accept an eleven."

and i still feel as though you should

I'm very charming ;D

     Scott's lips curled into a knowing smirk, eyes expectant. "For you? Any time, any place".

:'D

       So this was where she found herself; Adelaide's couch, a bottle of red wine between them, and the smaller brunette aching for a massage-- or so she said. Ray had gotten to work, fingers kneading under the straps of Ade's raglan tank. Pinot Noir on an empty stomach had the warmth of the booze spreading fast to her hands, faster to her head. A smirking Ray, moving with the currents that the alcohol dictated, bent her head to allow lips to hover at the base of Ade's neck, carefully tracing so as to indicate just what she was about to do-- Ade had time to reject, and she didn't. Ray knew she wouldn't. Those lips, drawing to a pout, pressed to the top of her spine. And her hands, her hands dropped to draw Ade into her by pull of the waist.                  As if they hadn't both seen this coming.