Drunk. (Leighade mature oneshot)

(Here's a little oneshot I wrote! Surprise (:)

(Just gonna say that I don't write enough leighade or pesy, actually i haven't written pesy at all and that upset me.

this contains (slight) girl on girl sexual action, so don't read if you don't like that.)

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The air feels freezing against their skin, the alcohol warm and running through their veins. And this is exactly why Jade doesn't drink. Because her head gets all fuzzy and her mouth gets all loose and she just wants to touch and kiss and taste.

Which is how she's got Leigh-Anne pressed under her, rough brick digging into the palm she's got pressed to the wall, the other hiking Leigh-Anne's leg enough so she can slot a leg between.

Her dress rides up and she can just see, feel how wet Leigh-Anne's gotten for her.

Her mouth finds her collarbone and she bites down, soft and teasing and rubs her thigh over Leigh-Anne's crotch, and smiles a bit crooked at the gasp she gets from the other girl.

She finds her hand under Leigh-Anne's dress, grips at the sharp bone of her hip and slips a finger under the waistband of her knickers.

"Nice, this is nice," Jade hiccups, giggles at the way Leigh-Anne barely manages a nod and rides her thigh a little more frantically.

She wants to hold her down, get on her knees and make her come with her mouth but Jade isn't that mean, so she picks up her grinding, presses her fingers hard on her hip and sucks a bruise to Leigh-Anne's neck.

"Gotta be quiet, love," Jade says when Leigh-Anne lets go of a groan, hangs her head back and scrambles to hold on to Jade, press her closer, to pick up her speed.

"Gotta get off," Leigh-Anne answers and Jade laughs, skims her fingers over Leigh-Anne's lower belly, dips her fingers into her underwear and takes her sweet time getting her fingers in her.

Leigh-Anne goes all stiff, bites her lip and tilts her hips a bit down.

"Come on," she says when Jade curls her finger, pulls it out a bit and then in, stats a slow rhythm to match her rolling hips.

She takes the liberty of a kiss because she's drunk and if she"s about to get Leigh-Anne off in some sketchy alley then she deserves a kiss.

Leigh-Anne struggles a bit to do more than just pant into the kiss but Jade takes it and bites at her lower lip, works another finger in and rubs her thumb over her folds.

Which makes Leigh-Anne's knees locked up, head thumping against the brick wall and biting her lip around a whimper.

Her fingers are slick when she pulls them out and she wipes them at the side of Leigh-Anne's dress, earns her a hiss and she rolls her eyes.

"Shut up, is the least you can do, really," she says and braces Leigh-Anne over her shoulder, "lets go home, have a party of our own."

Leigh-Anne hums and nods and lets Jade drag her to their car.