Even as Caroline’s mind is still pleasantly reeling – definitely drunk, she thinks to herself with a hum as she tugs the blankets up – she wonders if Hannah is going to want to cuddle again as they fall asleep. She’s itching for it in the way that she knows if she were sober, would present her with some quandaries, but right now, she only cares about what she wants.

And what she wants is to cuddle up against Hannah again and be surrounded by her scent, all warm –

“Do you miss sex?”

The question throws her off entirely and her eyes that had drifted closed with her thoughts, fly open.

“What?”

“Sex,” Hannah repeats. Her voice is raspy again, low and doing things to Caroline. “I gathered from the, um, the conversation earlier that you don’t typically go for long periods of time without.”

Her voice doesn’t slur, but Caroline knows Hannah is also drunk herself. She has to be, even more than Caroline herself.

“I miss… aspects of it,” the admission leaves her before she can help it and she wants to take it back. Don’t go down this road, a small, sober voice in the back of her mind says.

But she’s also not sober and she’s laying in bed with the most gorgeous woman she’s ever known and all she can smell is Hannah, as she lays only a foot away.

“What do you miss?” Hannah asks, her voice low and inquisitive.

“I…” She trails off, swallowing hard, swallowing back anything that wants to come out of her throat as her heart immediately starts pounding in her chest.

She can feel Hannah move under the covers, scooting in closer. Still not touching, but close enough that she can feel her body warmth. She’s only wearing a thin shirt and pair of shorts, and it burns through everything she’s wearing.

“Your friends said you usually love talking about sex and I don’t want you to think – you didn’t have to hold back on my account. It’s just that… I haven’t had good sex in a long time. Except for with myself.” Hannah finishes, her voice so quiet at the end that Caroline isn’t sure she’s supposed to have heard it. Oh, but she did and it’s such a mental image that immediately takes up residence. “I’ve never really had friends who talk about everything. It would be nice to have… that.”

It seems that just about anything Hannah wants, Caroline’s ready to oblige. She can’t help herself. Especially on this topic.

“I miss feeling someone’s body against mine. Completely naked, warm skin touching all over. Knowing she wants me the way I want her.” The words are pushed out by the enticing sound of Hannah’s admission.