Tasha / Slink - Bonfire night - NC-17

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It had been a very busy day for Tasha. The morning had been spent building a large pile of burnable things in the backyard. Old clothes and magazines, wood scrounged from anywhere and everywhere. She'd even found a few party fireworks. They weren't supposed to make a very big bang, but she figured if they got doused in metho and thrown on the fire, they might do something pretty.



The next order of business had been to stop into the local thrift store and pick up a large, metal bin. The house unfortunately didn't have an incinerator, so they would have to make their own.

By midday, the bonfire itself was all set and ready. The next part of the plan was slightly more complicated, and involved setting up a smaller, more traditional campfire nearby... to keep the mulled wine warm. The rest of the day was spent preparing it, making sure the beverage was perfect in taste and alcoholic goodness. By the time the sun was beginning to bathe the horizon in flames, the wine was sweet, spicy and delicious. Just like Slink...

It was set to be a clear night. The stars and moon would be fully visible, the air cool and crisp. But they would be more than warm enough between the fire and the wine. Just a few more little touches... the stereo hooked up to a long extension cable, metal galore piled next to it... Iron Maiden, Cradle of Filth, Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie, :wumpscut:... everything one could possibly need for drinking and burning things. Well, and munchies, which she'd made sure to prepare plenty of. There was a small picnic table filled with chips, donuts and various other foods that when combined, looked about as healthy as jumping off a cliff. Perfect.

All that remained was proper attire. Proper attire, once Tasha was dressed, consisted of a black cloak beneath which she wore a tiny PVC number that barely qualified as a bra, let alone a top. This was accompanied by a long velvet dress that was split all the way up her thighs. This was to be the night, she was sure of it... and Tasha was pulling out all the stops.

Thus prepared, she sat down by the soon-to-be-fire and watched through the bars of the side gate for Slink's arrival.

"Good god, woman." Stephie exclaimed, catching sight of Tasha's atire through the bars. "Way to make a girl feel underdressed." She was wearing a longsleved black mesh top, hooked over her thumb and middle finger at the hands, and black jeans with more zips and chains than were conceivably needed on a pair of pants, all topped off with her grandfathers old Army jacket. "I bought 'mead'." She grinned, vaulting over the side gate and onto the lawn. "Honeyed vodka, really."

For a moment, all Tasha could do was stare at the little sex-bomb that had just vaulted over the gate. She licked her lips unconsciously before rising to take Slink into her arms.

"You don't look underdressed to me," she said, her voice just a little more sultry than she intended. "You look ravishing." You'll be overdressed until you're naked. "And you said the magic 'V' word!" she grinned.

"I thought that would win me some points." Stephie said, crouching down to put the faux-mead with the wine. "What first, alcohol or fire?"

"Let's burn things," Tasha purred, a mischievous smile lighting up her features. She leaned down to sprinkle a little metho on the contents of the bin, then tossed a box of matches to Slink. "Would you like to do the honours?"

Stephie caught the box of matched and fished one out, giving it a devious little look. "Oh, what little knowledge you have of your fate." She said dramatically, giving the match a stage kiss. "Burn like hellfire." She struck the match and tossed it into the bin, ducking her head a little as the metho caught with a small bamph.

Tasha grinned widely as the fire eagerly consumed the detritus that she had piled into the bin, burning away quite merrily. It was a substantial pile, and would keep them warm for quite some time. She even had spare wood tucked away around the side of the house, just near the two swords that she had propped up against the wall. It was an old habit... bonfires sometimes attracted unwanted attention from local gangs back in St. Petersburg, so it was best to be prepared.

"Zombie?" Tasha asked with the grin still on her features, holding up the new Rob Zombie album.

Stephie nodded her approval and held up the bottle. "Vodka?" She asked, holding the bottle out to Tasha after taking a long swig. "Taste's weird with honey."

Tasha let Educated Horses blast out of the stereo at a comfortably obnoxious volume before reaching over to take the vodka bottle, knocking back a large mouthful herself.

"That's different," she observed after swallowing. "Like licking a pickled bee or something. Quite nice though," she added, realising that pickled bees probably didn't sound that appetising if you weren't... well, Tasha.

Stephie snorted with laughter. "Pickled bees?"

"They make honey?" Tasha took another drink of the vodka, and almost snorted it out of her nose as she apparently decided that she was very funny. "You'd better take this," she managed to get out, holding out the bottle as she rubbed at her nose furiously, trying to get rid of the feeling of impending vodka up there.

"Consider it confiscated." Stephie took the bottle and had a little more. It was getting warm so close to the fire, she she shrugged off her army jacket and rolled it up, tossing it against the wall of the house where she'd probably remember it later.

"Confiscated?!" Tasha was going to pretend to be indignant, but then Slink was removing clothes, and the bottle was forgotten. She was feeling warmer now, too, and it was nothing to do with the fire. She made a small sound of desire deep in her throat, and wondered whether Slink heard...

"Wine! Mulled wine!" She stepped over to the bubbling cauldron and ladelled a generous amount into two pewter Lord of the Rings goblets.

"Feast your tongue on this!" she grinned as she handed one to Slink, and raised her class in a toast.

Stephie wrapped her fingers around the goblet and clinked it against Tasha's. "To fires, and things." She said. The wine was warm and sweet and went down so easily, Stephie was starting to feel it- that and the vodka- already. This is what came from not drinking in a while.

"Fires and things," Tasha acknowledged, drinking deeply of her own goblet. Mmmm... definitely worth the effort. Thick and sweet and burning in just the right way, a perfect balance of alchohol and spices. Hell, it was even better than Russian Coffee.

"You spilt a little," Tasha said, gently reaching out with her finger to touch Slink's lip. There was only the slightest trace of wine there... it was a flimsy excuse to touch her, really... but with the strange mix of mulled wine and honey vodka, she was already feeling heady...

Stephie smiled against Tasha's finger as the track changed to American Angel. "Dance with me?" she asked, taking her already outstreached hand.

Tasha grinned and spun herself close to Slink, the cloak falling off her shoulders. Well, that couldn't have worked out better if she'd planned it. Her near-naked body was pressed against Slink's, only the mesh between them. She ground her hips against Slink's, running her hands over the girl's sides, her back. Oh God yes... This was exactly what she'd wanted, feeling that beautiful body beneath her hands, that gorgeous smile just inches from her own...

Wow, this was new. (Or was it?) Stephie just let herself dance, free with the music and the night and the fire and the wine, raising her arms above her head and dipped lower, bending her knees and swaying. This was fun.

Her hands never leaving Slink's body, Tasha maneuvered herself behind the other girl and pressed up hard against her, hands wandering everywhere, over her stomach and her breasts. What was a little groping between girls?

Slink's hair bounced about enticingly on the back of her neck, and Tasha couldn't help herself... she leaned in and kissed her there softly, experimentally, trying to gauge a reaction.

Stephie had her eyes closed but fluttered them open when she felt Tasha's lips on her neck. The music, the fire, the wine, not to mention the, erm, semi-nakedness and dancing. Ah, though Stephie, turning around in Tasha's arms sos he was facing her. "You're trying to seduce me." She said, with a knowing smirk.

Bugger. Well, run with it. Slink was still in Tasha's arms, and she took full advantage of that fact, pulling the girl close. She touched her forehead to Slink's, resting her head there, just wanting to press her lips against hers... Not yet!

"Is it working?" she asked, hoping that it came out more sultry than sleazy.

Stephie's eyes flicked from Tasha's eyes to her lips a couple of times. This was different, but not at all bad. Exciting, rather than weird. And Tasha, well, she did have a nice body. Stephie bit her own bottom lip just a fraction and gave a little smile. "You know," she said softly, vioce little more than a whisper. "It kind of is..."

Tasha smiled warmly, an expression that didn't grace her features often. Genuine affection, real emotion. It made her seem much prettier...

Gently, she tilted her lips towards Slink's, one hand low on her back, the other rising into her hair as she slowly pressed their lips together, savouring every last moment of the sensation of their first kiss...

Definitely not like kissing Ry. Stephie wrapped her arms around Tasha's back and pulled her firmly against her, suddenly aware of all of Tasha's bare skin. She kissed her back, tracing Tasha's lips with the tip of her toungue.

At the feel of Slink's tongue on her lips, Tasha deepened the kiss, opening her mouth wide to let Slink roam where she pleased. No doubt she would find the first of many hidden piercings in just a moment...

If Tasha had believed in Heaven, she would have thought she was in it now. Slink's hands on her body, lips pressed against hers... there was no other word for it but bliss.

Stephie flattened her hands on Tasha's back, playing with Tasha's tongue peircing with her own tongue. She bit Tasha's lip gently, pushing against her. Around them, the music was too good not to dance to and Stephie started swaying again, hands against Tasha's sides making sure she was moving too.

Tasha moaned in rapture as Slink moved against her, snogging and dancing and oh God it was ecstasy. There was no holding back in the kiss now, just lips and tongue and metal and holding each other so tight. She couldn't stand not having her own hands on bare flesh any more, Slink's already all over her. Tasha's hands slid under Slink's top, and that just drove her more wild to feel that hot skin, warmed by flames and alcohol and lust. Before she even realised what she was doing, she started pulling the top off, her body still managing to sway to the music as she did so.

Whoa, okay. She should have known Tasha wasn't one for taking anything slowly. But the fact that it was her tougue, her hands and body making Tasha make those unexpectedly delicious noices kept her there. And suddenly there was much less clothing seperating them and the skin-on-skin heat made Stephie dig her fingernails into Tasha's back, holding her tightly against her.

"Haaauuungh..." Tasha wasn't just moaning now, she was vocalising. She wished she could tell herself it was the alcohol, but really, it was all Slink. He nails on her back, just the way she liked it. Hard, biting, counterbalanced by her soft, sensual lips, the press of Slink's breasts against hers...

She returned the favour of the nails, dragging hers across Slink's back, the beautiful flesh that she just couldn't resist...

Tasha spread her kisses down Slink's neck, her shoulder, and suddenly, hands and nails on her back weren't enough. She reached beyond and unhooked her top, letting it fall away. She wanted Slink's hands on her breasts, wanted her to feel everything.

Two more piercings right there. Surely Slink would like those.

Stephie smirked, her bottom lip between her teeth as she slid her hand slowly across Tasha's stomach, gradually sneaking higher till her fingertips were just brushing the bottom of Tasha's breast.

Tasha let out a mischievous giggle, and slowly moved back towards the cauldron of wine, slowly, slowly, so that Slink would follow. Still moving slow, so Slink could keep her hands on her, she lowered herself down to the ground...

Stephie made a small pouty noise as Tasha started pulling away, but that changed when she realised what Tasha was doing. Grinning deviously, she straddled Tasha's stomach and lowered her mouth onto Tasha's, both hands exploring the peircing in either nipple.

"MMMMmmmmmm" Tasha moaned as Slink played with her piercings. She was on a whole new level of desire now. She could feel it throbbing between her legs, but as much as she wanted it, it wasn't quite time for that yet. She reached behind her, lips still locked with Slink's, and grabbed for the ladel sitting in the mulled wine. Her arm was almost burning over the fire, but she ignored it. Hell, she liked it. When their lips finally parted for a moment, she held the ladel towards Slink. "More wine, gorgeous?"

Stephie raised herself up off Tasha's chest, took the ladel and finished it off. The metal was hot against her hands and the wine warm and sweet against her lips. It had been a long time since she'd felt like letting herself just drink and drink and loose herself in it, but tonight she just did. She looked down at Tasha lying there between her legs and smirked. "And you?"

Tasha took the ladel of hot wine from Slink, and held it up to her lips for a moment, as if considering. Then, she slowly tilted it so that the liquid dripped down over her breasts. She moaned loudly as it turned her skin pink, and not just from the colour of the wine. The temperature was just right... enough to make her sensitive, enough to hurt just the right amount, but not enough to really burn. It was only foreplay, after all.

It was all over her breasts. Tasha looked down, then gave Slink a look of mock-worry. "I'll never be able to reach it down there. And I certainly wouldn't want good mulled wine to go to waste..." she said, raising her eyebrows at the other girl.