Now, had she been sober, she'd have pulled back immediately and apologized. There was no blushing and flustered stuttering. Instead, she paused for a second and kissed him again.
Apparently so was Danny. There was a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him that this was wrong, and that he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself from moving closer, cupping her face and leaning in to the kiss.
His lips were warm, and she was lonely. This seemed perfect in her drunken haze. She leaned into the kiss more and ran her fingers through Danny's hair as she kept the kiss going.
Danny's brain had quit somewhere in the middle of that kiss, and he was just pulling her closer, letting his fingers ghost down her sides and brushing against the skin exposed between her shirt and the top of her pants.
Shivering at the touch, she took this as an invitation for more. Breaking away from the kiss, she shifted so she could straddle Danny's lap. Anna pushed her hair off her shoulder so she could lean in and trace a line of soft kisses from Danny's ear to the collar of his shirt.
When he pulled her in closer, she pressed herself flush against him. Rolling her hips down against Danny's crotch, she nipped gently at his neck and whispered, "It's been so long..."
Pulling back slightly, she peeled off her t-shirt and tossed it somewhere over her shoulder. Anna was just drunk enough that any ounce of discomfort for the numerous scars marring her once near flawless skin was gone. And that would make things a lot easier in the end.
Oh, she was just drunk enough for this.
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