...words, shakes her head, then half-yells to Sam, "That kiss wasn't a bad thing, okay?"
Then she grabs Sam by the shoulders and kisses her again.
Their second kiss is much more real. Harsh pants when they pull back for air, tongue sliding up against tongue, fingers twined together, bodies and breasts pressing. Sweaty and shaking, Sam manages to make it over to the apartment door to make sure it's locked before Carly grabs her and shoves her up against the wall.
This is a side of Carly Sam likes. This assertive, I-know-what-the-hell-I-want Carly.
"Wanna pat me down, Officer Bunny?" Sam whispers hoarsely into Carly's ear.
"Shut up," Carly mutters and starts to attack Sam's neck with her teeth. She bites and nibbles at the skin. Sam moans the entire time, shivers running over her flesh. When Carly finishes, she's left an impressive hickey.
"Goddamn it, Shay," Sam breathes.
"Yup," she says with a grin. Then she leans forward and kisses Sam again.
Their hands explore each other's bodies. Sam reaches up Carly's shirt and into her bra. Her stomach tingles when she finds Carly's round, small breasts. Her index finger trails over a nipple.
Carly yelps and attacks Sam in return, sends her hands sliding over Sam's back, rubbing her tailbone down beyond her belt. Sam shivers and presses against Carly, instinctively grinding against Carly's hip.
Carly tugs off Sam's t-shirt, and Sam can hard...