brokenragdoll

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          she laughs warmly at sally’s remark, though emerald oculars settle on the cocaine now formed in lines for them both. the bottle of scotch is set down just as the former junkie approaches her, more than willing to reward the woman with gentle and rough touches; whatever the other desires.   ❛ i’ll never make you do a thing you don’t want to do yourself, sally. ❜   elizabeth bypassing the line and instead closing whatever space remained between the two of them to press a firm kiss to sally’s pout. breathing out slowly afterwards, eyes hooded over and face mere centimeters from the other’s still, she speaks.   ❛ i think i’d like for YOU to go first. it would make me quite happy. ❜   one more kiss is stolen, this one followed by a gentle nip to sally’s lower tier before elizabeth pulls away and grabs for the bottle of scotch once more. lifting the neck of it to her lips, the top no longer in place, she sips of the alcohol all while watching her new lover.

Eyes shut and once demarcated cheeks sparkling with red traces of life, Sally was close to dropping that evening’s toxic supplies as she attempted to remain in contact with the vampire’s mouth — full lips she wanted to suck on for they felt as good as fine wine against her own. But they were busy now, wrapped around the neck of a bottle and downing its contents with such thirst the junkie couldn’t help but to snort out a little laugh — ass perching itself on top of the neatly made bed. “Be nice and leave some of that for the rest of us peasants, would you?” Sally’s throat chanted while she used the back of her nail as an improvised spoon to scoop up part of her abundant share of cocaine… which she wasted no time in making disappear with a loud and far from classy snort. The second half followed suit, inhaled through her nose until she was left right on the verge of sneezing it all out. “You may be queen of this pretentious little shit-hole, Cuntess — but that doesn’t give you the goddamn right.” A joke and a brand new name to call her savior —— for the first time since she decided to take off and build a life for her own, Sally felt as though she was standing right on the top of the world.