𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

F!Alabama×F!Florida

Does this bother you, friend? What? It does? Sorry, I can't hear you. I'm not in your home :)

I don't usually consider Alabama both and Florida as females, hence why their genders are specially marked in the title. This is because, unless requested otherwise, most stories featuring these two would be male.

Warning, smut-ish making out

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Multiple states sat in a circle around a single, empty bottle. A dark blue shape spun the bottle, and it landed on someone. The two entered a closet and were locked in by South Dakota, who had the keys. After seven minutes, the two returned. Everyone wanted to know what they did in there 😏

That's right. The states were all playing seven minutes in heaven.

"A-Alabama," Wyoming muttered, her face downcast. Alabama snapped out of her thoughts. "Huh?" From beside her, California poked Alabama's shoulder. "It's your turn!" Alabama sighed. "Fine, then..." She reached out, and spun the bottle. The mood in the room was light and filled with excitement, until the bottle landed on Florida. "HELL NO!" Alabama and Florida shrieked simultaneously. Beside Florida, Hawaii winced. Florida quietly apologized, then looked up. "No way am I going in a closet with cousin fucker!" Alabama shook her head, "Incest is legal in your state too, gator-brain!" Florida gasped and was about to say something, but was cut off by Alabama sitting up and lunging at her.

While the two women were busy fighting and stumbling around, they moved across the room. Angrily, Florida shoved Alabama in the closet. Suddenly, South Dakota pushed her in from behind. The door slammed shut behind them and a clicking sound meant only one thing; they were locked in. But neither Florida nor Alabama spoke a word. It was a tight space, and both of them were speechless in the darkness. Neither one knew what she should do.

Finally, Alabama spoke. "Great, you got us locked in..." Florida shrunk into a corner by the door, away from Alabama. "What now?" Florida asked. "I dunno..." Alabama replied. She backed into the opposite corner.

Awkward.

"Well, err... You know what people usually are meant to do in this game right?" Alabama asked. Quietly, Florida said yes. "But we don't have to make out, y'know. There's no way they would ever know." Florida spoke, referring to the states who had locked them in. Alabama inched closer. "I don't think I've ever kissed a girl," she admitted, placing a hand by Florida's head, "so why not give it a shot?" Florida blushed. "What?! Are you outta your mind?!" She whisper-shouted. Florida's voice was refusing to come out. "Don't be such a scaredy-cat~ it's only a bit of kissing." Alabama said. Florida could imagine Alabama's expression, a mocking one... "I'm not scared." Florida replied. She pushed Alabama towards the other wall and kissed her.

"There, you happy?" Florida asked, backing up. Alabama pushed her towards the corner again. "C'mon, we can do better..." She kissed Florida, but this time she held it. Alabama licked Florida's lip. Refusing to let Alabama push her around, Florida flipped them around and pushed her onto the floor of the closet. Florida straddled Alabama's waist with her thighs, slipping her tongue into Alabama's mouth. Alabama shoved Florida over, breaking the kiss before sitting on top of Florida, whose back was now on the ground. She kissed Florida once more, their tongues dancing between them. Florida grabbed at Alabama's hips, before sliding her hand further back. She squoze Alabama's ass, startling her. Florida sat up and pushed Alabama against the door, pinning her arms to the side and kissing her there.

Suddenly, the door opened behind Alabama. The kiss broke, and the two over. Alabama landed on her back, her arms pinned to her sides by Florida, who was now sitting on top of her and looking very startled. A laugh rumbled through the room. Alabama pushed Florida off of her.