Pepper breathes sharply at the husky utterance of her name into her sensitive ear, biting back a whimper though a tiny, thready sound still escapes. Wetting her lips, she swallows thickly and lets go of his wrist, albeit slowly. Her head is spinning from their closeness and aching from the alcohol, making it abundantly clear that perhaps drinking hadn't been the best plan; seeing as how it's lead them to these... oversights. Dear god, did she really agree to drunken make outs under the guise of "practicing"? What must he be thinking of her now?
"No, it's... it's okay," she manages after a moment, a little unsteadily from their encounter, memories of how his lips had felt on hers intruding most awkwardly. "No harm done."
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Date: 2016-02-17 07:58 pm (UTC)"No, it's... it's okay," she manages after a moment, a little unsteadily from their encounter, memories of how his lips had felt on hers intruding most awkwardly. "No harm done."