"Let's fuck."
Let's fuck. Let's fuck,
That simple phrase kept repeating itself in my head over and over as if it were a broken tape reorders. And I didn't know about others, but drunk me seemed to love broken tape recorders.
Irina held my hands and I held hers.
"Let's fuck…"
She nodded.
I did too.
Our breaths were heated and hitting each other.
We slowly leaned into each other and sealed our lips together. Like two snakes struggling in a fight, our tongues rubbed at each other's lips and teeth before tussling with one another over and over.
She rolled it around and tied it together and so did I.
My hand slowly grazed down her shoulders and over to her arms, then her waist.
She held my chest with her palms.
But, instead of touching her right away, I slowly pulled back.
"Spirits," I called. "Undrunk us."