The car ride home was a mess of drunk young adults with the windows cranked open and country music blaring on the radio. Eliza remembered whining several times to “Change the station!” But Joany (one of the designated drivers) kept yelling back “I can’t hear you over this sick Dolly Parton cover!”

It was rarely actually a Dolly Parton cover.

Eliza was red in the face and hiccuping by the time they found their way to the apartment. Joany waved goodbye at them loosely as they stumbled up the stairs like newborn kittens trying to find their way to their mother’s belly without their eyes or ears working yet. Eliza staggered next to Mickey who had an arm slung around her shoulder, and was giggling and yelling song lyrics with each step.

“WORKING NINE TO FIVE,” She said with little sense of shame. “WHAT A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING.”

Eliza nuzzled her as they made their way to their apartment door. She hiccuped gently.

“Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'.”

“I’ll do some giving if you let me.” Eliza tried to gather Mickey toward her and Mickey pushed her face away.

“Lemme open the door you dork.” She jangled the keys in the hole and shouldered the apartment open.

Eliza kicked her shoes off and did a twirl into the kitchen, “Can you believe it?” She giggled. “What a night. Our friends are so horny. Who knew?”

Mickey snorted. “Not my fault your friend matches everything on Nate’s list.”

“Yeah. His to-do list, I’m sure.”

“Eliza!” Mickey chastised. “So dirty.”

“Dirty? Me?” She laughed loopily, “I swear, I thought you were gonna drag me into the bathroom at one point and have your way with me.”

Mickey gave a coy rattlesnake smile and kicked the door closed behind them. “I was closer to doing that than you think.” She undid the bow tie around her throat. “It's not my fault you make me wanna break stripper rules on sight.”

“Oh?” Eliza backed up toward the wall as Mickey prowled closer. “And what are stripper rules?”

“You can look,” she put a hand beside Eliza’s head on the wall. “But can’t touch.”

“I think you did some touching tonight.” She teased, but could feel her chest tightening and the familiar butterflies in her gut setting fire.

Mickey used her free hand to run her fingers through some of Eliza’s hair that had fallen loose. “Not in the way I wanted to.” She whispered.

Eliza gulped and glanced at Mickey’s mouth. “How do you want me then?” She asked daringly with her heart leaping into her throat.

Mickey shook her head and leaned in close. She mouthed her clavicle before murmuring into her skin, “The real question is,” she paused for effect. “What do you want, Eliza?”

“What?” Eliza’s brain was a fog of burnt liquor and squirming insides. Just kiss me already, she thought, but blinked the demand away quickly.

“I said,” Mickey moved her lips up to press against the side of her neck. “What do you like?”

Eliza let out a strained breath. “Well what you’re doing now isn’t . . . too bad.”

Mickey delicately pressed her teeth down and sucked on her throat until a small red mark no doubt started to bloom. “You like when I’m rough?”

“Maybe . . .” She barely got the word out.

Mickey put her hands on Eliza’s hips and ran them lightly up her exposed sides. “Or would you rather I tease you?”

Eliza shivered and bit her bottom lip as Mickey licked a strip of warmth up to her ear. She bit down on the lobe and it was all Eliza could do to keep from moaning out loud. “Have me,” Eliza put her hands on Mickey’s chest. “How you want me.”

“Is that so?” Mickey started to tug her skirt down and pushed her shirt up. “But you still haven’t answered my question . . . what do you like?”

Eliza took a shuddering breath. “Don’t you want to find out?”

Mickey leaned forward and tugged on her earlobe again with her teeth. It stung in a way that made her want to spread her legs and close her eyes. “No.” Mickey said dangerously. “I want you to say it.”

Eliza arched her back and reached to take her top off. “I bet I can make you say it first.” She dared with a bit of poison in her words. “I bet I can make you beg.”

Mickey clicked her tongue. “Oh no, my dear, I know what I want.” She pushed Eliza’s crop top over her head and left her in nothing but a black bra and bare skin.

Eliza held her breath. “What do you want?” She tried to say it in the same way Mickey did: sensual, like burning wax poured down her spine. “How do you want it?”

“On your knees.” Mickey switched their positions so that her back was to the wall and Eliza faced her in a bemused fuddle. She stumbled down to her knees as Mickey popped the button of her black slacks open. “Tell me what you like,” she said softly. “And I’ll let you taste me.”

Eliza gulped dryly and some distant part of her brain wondered how she got into this situation and why it turned her on so much. She shifted in place and tried not to touch herself from the very look of hot iron that Mickey was giving her.

“What do I like?” Eliza nuzzled the inside of Mickey’s leg with her cheek. “I like you.”

Mickey clicked her tongue. “And you want me to do dirty things to you?”

“Yes,” Eliza said quickly. “So many things.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Mickey pushed her pants down so that her sharp hip bones jutted out like statues carved from a bygone era of heroes and love goddesses. Mickey seemed to be both in her eyes. “You use that hot little pink tongue on me and I’ll make love to you until the sun rises.”

“Make love to me?” Eliza gave a small smile. “Sounds cheesy.”

“It sounds like you don’t want to be my good girl.”

Eliza’s cheeks flared hotly at Mickey’s tone and she wished they wouldn’t. “You think you have me all figured out.” Eliza put her hands over Mickey’s and started dragging her pants down further. Eliza almost bit her tongue off when she realized Mickey was wearing grey boxers. “You think you know little Eliza-- who wants to be held down, praised, made love to.” She shook her head. “I want more than that.”

“Oh?” Mickey’s voice shook slightly. Her pants and boxers dropped all the way down.

“Yeah,” Eliza smirked, “And maybe if you’re good I’ll tell you what it is.” She pressed her lips to Mickey’s inner thigh and Mickey let out a long groan as she started to suck a hickey into her skin. She nipped and teased and mouthed her leg until Mickey shook slightly.

“Eliza,” she sounded almost petulant.

“Spread your legs.” Eliza said and got a thrill from seeing Mickey’s pink lips spread for her. She was completely shaven down there for obvious reasons and had dark pink folds with a pretty opening for her.

Eliza licked all the way up her slit with a hard motion. It tasted musky and red and made Eliza want to bury herself there and place a gravestone that said “HERE IS WHERE ELIZA RIVIERA DROWNED. A HEROES DEATH.”

Mickey started making soft little noises and buried a hand in Eliza’s hair. Eliza flicked her eyes up to meet Mickey’s gaze as she pushed her up against the wall. She gave her a slow wink before wrapped her lips around her clit and sucking.

“Fuck!” Mickey’s hips snapped forward. “Christ kill me, goddamn.”

Eliza smiled and buried herself deeper into her cunt until she was lost to the soft red folds and pink lovely curves of her.

Mickey panted as her hair fell into her eyes and her whole body started to shake. “Eliza,” she moaned. “Oh Eliza, I’m gonna mess you up so good. You’re such a good girl.”

Eliza gave a hard flick of her tongue across her hole before diving in deeper and feeling Mickey’s hand fist in her hair. She moaned indecipherable words as Mickey came into her mouth and something so honey sweet and raw ran through Eliza’s system.

She was still lapping at the roof of her mouth and tasting the dusk-dark taste of pussy when Mickey tugged on her. “On the bed.” She said with hooded eyes. “Nothing on.”

Eliza pulled off the rest of her clothes as she walked and Mickey dragged her into the bedroom. Mickey pushed her onto the bed as they entered and Eliza kicked her panties off into the void. Eliza was seeing spots the second Mickey grabbed a belt and kissed her blessedly on the mouth. She was still kissing her and panting when she lifted Eliza’s wrists above her head.

“Can I tie you up?”

Eliza just nodded furiously. “Gently.”

Eliza’s wrists criss-crossed over her head as Mickey tied her hands to the bed frame. She spread her legs all the way and saw splotchy lights and colors as Mickey entered her. Her fingers were deft and nimble inside of her. Eliza strained against her restraints but the belt held firm and she whined with a sweet felted pressure growing in her belly.

She could barely stop herself from reaching the edge quickly as Mickey curled her fingers and kissed her deeply. Eliza was barely coming down from the first hit of pleasure when Mickey started kissing her way down between her legs.

“Your turn.” She purred before putting her smart lips to Eliza’s inner folds and Eliza was lost all over again. The night was long and loose and left her more spent than she could ever remember before. At dawn with the crisp orange day-break, Eliza muttered something she thought she might regret.

“I want this again,” She whispered into Mickey’s hair as she draped herself over Eliza like a rag doll. “But more.” Eliza rubbed her wrists and it sent more tingles toward the base of her spine.

“Anything.” Mickey kissed her quietly and with starry blown-out pupils. “Anything, everything you want.”

And that’s exactly what Eliza wanted.