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"Oh, hell yeah I'll do a shot with you!" Callie's ability to make friends at a party is really something to behold, and that's why Stella loves it when her girlfriend brings her to one. Normally, Stella is a bit of a wallflower, and the people who go up to talk to her think she's pretty and want to strike up a conversation for that reason. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but with Callie on her arm, she gets pulled right into the thick of things. It's fun sometimes!
"Wait, hold on, we got shots of moonshine? Awesome!" Stella isn't quite sure if 'awesome' is the right word to describe that - can't moonshine make you go blind or something? - but it is the way she would describe Callie. Stella is maybe three and a half drinks in; she's feeling nice and there's a flush in her cheeks that Callie keeps telling her is cute as hell.
The sudden sensation of a kiss startles her from the thought. Callie's lips are always warm, but now, they're hot. She figures it's 50% booze, 50% excitement. "Don't you have shots to do?" Stella giggles, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.
"I needed that kiss for moral support, babe! Wait, hold on, I need another one." The second kiss is a lot longer, and Stella can feel eyes on her from the other people waiting to drink with Callie. It feels... Good. She gets to kiss Callie whenever she likes, and she's someone that Callie wants to kiss. Those two facts are worth showing off, aren't they?
Stella sips her drink quietly, watching Callie's masterful technique at drinking a spirit that looks and smells like paint thinner. The small assembled audience cheers as she and her new friends finish the drinks, and Stella offers a polite golf clap. It's clear from the look on Callie's face that Stella's acknowledgement means more to her than the loudest cheer the room could muster.
"You're alright?" Callie stumbles a little into her arms as she returns to her girlfriend's side. Of course, it may just be a ploy to get Stella to hold her for a little bit, the sly dog.
"I got maybe one more drink left in me," she says into Stella's ear. Callie's a great judge of her own limits, even when drunk as hell, so there's no reason to believe otherwise. Her next question, however, is a little surprise. "Want to go somewhere a little private?"
"Don't you have one more drink in you?"
"I do." She winks and waggle her eyebrows devilishly. "C'mon, babe, someone left a bedroom door open."
Stella's heart thrums at the sense of adventure. Not just any adventure, but adventure with Callie, which is always something to cherish. She takes the girl's hand and squeezes it tightly, letting her lead them to someone's bedroom.
"Ahh... Those guys out there are wild. Reminds me of undergrad." She closes the door and quickly kisses Stella - a lot more tamely than she'd come to expect.
But that still means it's a passionate kiss that leaves her breathless. "They sure seemed to like you! Don't worry about letting me ruin your fun, Callie." She's being absolutely genuine, but Callie waves it away without a second thought.
"I couldn't give a fuck what they think of me. I just so happen to love you a lot, like, a lot a lot." It's somehow simultaneously more and less romantic when slurred through God knows how much alcohol. Callie kisses Stella again, this time pushing her gently so she falls against the bed.
Stella's eyes wander - how can they not? - and land on Callie's hand. A small glass filled with amber liquid. "Oh... Is that why you weren't kissing me like you usually do?"
"Oh my God, Stella, you're so unobservant, it's so cute. If you keep it up I'm gonna, I dunno, eat you out or something."
Stella immediately presses her hands to her face, blocking her vision. "Okay! I'm being pretty unobservant right now!" She can't see Callie roll her eyes - as if she wasn't going to do that no matter what.
"I was gonna ask," Callie says, straddling Stella's legs (with somewhat wobbly knees herself), "if you were alright with me doing a body shot off you."
"Aww, you don't want to do it out there where anyone can see?" Stella mock-pouts.
"Shit, babe, believe me, if you want me to show you off I can open that door right now and-"
"No, it's okay!" She giggles quietly, leaning forward to tangle some fingers in her girlfriend's hair. "I don't know these people quite well enough..."
"Yeah, figured. Alright, lay back." Callie puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, and Stella lays back against the bed, letting her golden hair splay behind her. She looks like she could be a model right out of a lingerie catalog, especially to Callie.
One hand holds the shot and the other goes to the buttons on Stella's shirt. She's fumbling, and that's cute, and she's also trailing messy kisses all along Stella's neck and jawline, and that's hot.
Finally, she gets the shirt open. Stella makes a move to shrug it off, but Callie stops her - of course, because seeing her girlfriend half-dressed is sexier than seeing her undressed. She does, however, let Stella remove her bra and toss that aside.
"Ugh... I'm so lucky, holy shit, I love you, Stella." Having reached the no-filter state of drunkenness, Callie nearly spills the shot in her eagerness to kiss Stella's chest.
"A- Ah... I thought thought you were going to do a- ah, Callie!" Her back arches slightly as Callie's tongue glides across her nipples. "A body shot," she finishes, breathing a moan.
"Can you blame me for jumpin' the gun a little?"
But nevertheless, Callie reluctantly tears herself away from Stella's perfect skin, and she locates a part of her chest that's just right to hold a shot's worth of liquor. The spirit - brandy by the aroma - feels nice and cool against Stella's skin, and she tries to keep as much as possible from flowing off.
Callie doesn't waste any time either. She flattens herself out, licking up Stella's body for far longer than strictly necessary, eventually lapping a small amount of the drink into her mouth. Then more licks, more kisses, and another sip. Each repetition feels even better until Stella is a mess of gasps, moans, drool, and very indecent thoughts.
"Oh, you didn't get any, did you?" She takes one last lick, then brings her lips to Stella's, letting her taste the sharp bite of the alcohol. Of course, most of the subtleties are lost in the messy kiss, but that's not the point, is it?
"Mmm... How can you stand drinking that stuff?" Stella giggles, wiping away some from her cheek - it's probably 40% brandy and 60% saliva.
"Practice, and also, it's really nice when I get to use it as an excuse to spoil you." With a playful wiggle of her hips, Callie leans back down to nip at Stella's collarbone.
"Ah... Have I mentioned how much I love it when you do that, by the way?"
"You have, but also, I'm not done spoilin' you yet." Callie sets the glass down on the bedside table. "Get your bra on."
"Wait, you want me to put my clothes back on?" Stella's legitimately confused, although she does pick up her bra as directed.
"Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna go down on you, remember?" A hungry glint in Callie's eye makes it very clear that this isn' t just big talk. "And I'm gonna do it for a really long time and I don't want to monol- monopop- I don't want to steal this person's bedroom for to long. Or fuck up their bedsheets, 'cause I think that' s gonna happen too."
... There are really a lot of perks to going to parties with Callie. Stella flushes bright red, but she lets out another giggle. She extends a hand, which Callie takes like a gentlewoman as she stands from the bed. "Miss Insidi, lead the way home."