𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

Shots | D.P.

[Minor Smut/Fluff]
WARNING: Alcohol

In the heart of the city, a small bar pulsed with life. Its warm, dimly lit atmosphere buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Among the crowd, at a small corner table, you sat with Dex, two friends celebrating the end of a long, exhausting week.

"To surviving another week of absolute madness," Dex toasted, her eyes sparkling as she laughed. You smiled and raised your shot glass of tequila and clinked it against Dex's.

"Cheers to that," you agreed, and both of you downed your shots, the fiery liquid sending a rush of warmth through your body. The tequila hit hard, adding a hazy glow to the night.

You and Dex had been friends for years, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the tequila or the way Dex's laughter seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace, but the air between you buzzed with an unspoken tension.

After a few more rounds, Dex suddenly leaned closer, her breath hot against your ear. "I've never done this many shots before," she admitted, her voice husky. The alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, making every glance and touch of hers feel electric.

You chuckled, feeling a boldness you usually kept in check. "There's a first time for everything," you said, your hand brushing Dex's arm. The touch sent a jolt through you, your skin tingling with anticipation.

Your eyes met, and for a moment, the noise of the bar faded away.

Your heart raced, your gaze flickering down to Dex's lips and back up to her eyes. You saw a mirrored desire there, a silent question begging to be answered.

"Come here," you whispered, your voice low and inviting. You leaned in, your lips brushing Dex's in a teasing, feather-light kiss that sent shivers down your spine.

Dex responded instantly, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer. The kiss deepened, your mouths hungry and urgent against each other. The taste of tequila lingered on your tongue as you explored each other's mouths, a mix of sweetness and fire that mirrored the passion both of you had kept hidden for so long.

Your hand slid up Dex's thigh, your touch firm and possessive. Dex gasped softly, her body arching into yours as your kisses grew more intense, more demanding. The world around you blurred into insignificance, leaving only the heat between the two of you.

You kissed like you were making up for lost time, the bar's dim lighting casting your entwined silhouettes in a golden glow. Dex's fingers traced the line of your jaw, down your neck, igniting every nerve in their wake.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, you rested her forehead against Dex's, her heart pounding. "I've wanted to do that for so long," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dex smiled, her thumb gently tracing your slightly swollen lips. "Me too," she admitted, her eyes shining with a mixture of relief and desire.

The night wore on, but you stayed close, your hands and lips constantly finding each other. You laughed, you kissed, and you let yourselves get lost in the intoxication of newfound love and lingering tequila, each touch a promise of more to come.

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