Oh, jenn. Just. My lord. This makes me want to tie you down and make you write femmeslash everyday. It's gorgeous.

She tasted like nothing and everything, like a long night in a hot room under bright lights. She tasted like music sounded and you knew then you'd never hear this song again and not feel her.

It was over before it began. You found yourself alone, with the slick smear of her lipstick in your mouth and a ticket clutched in your hand.

*whimper*

Lovely. Absolutely.