The soft hum of the record player filled the room, its gentle, muffled tune weaving through the air, yet all Persephone could truly hear was the thunderous beat of her own heart. Every inch of her skin was burning with the sensation of Ginny's closeness, each gentle touch like a spark, and her breath hitched as she leaned further in, nuzzling into the curve of her neck.
"Hot…" Ginny murmured softly, her voice slurring slightly, the haze of intoxication evident in the way she melted against Persephone. Her fingertips grazed Persephone's waist, tracing lazy circles along her exposed skin just above her hip, leaving a shiver in their wake.
"Ginny?" Persephone whispered, her fingers instinctively threading through Ginny's hair, brushing back loose strands as she felt the warmth of Ginny's body seep into her own.
