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A/N- This is a one-shot bit of drunken smutty smut. Enjoy :)
One eyebrow raised as he eyes you playfully, Tom holds his hand out to you. You lick slowly, never breaking eye contact, the salt numbing your taste buds. His face opens into a grin as you grab the tequila shot, downing it in one swift motion. You grimace, until your lips close around the lime. He holds it gingerly between his thumb and index finger, and as you suck the juice, his fingertip just sneaks into your mouth. You reach up, removing the lime and focus on his finger instead. You twirl your tongue around it and he closes his eyes momentarily, biting his bottom lip.
The Elevator - Modern AU || Norrington
The day after Christmas was always a mix of emotions for Esmeralda. The euphoria that accompanied the previous day still lingered in the air, but it was significantly dampened by the stress of weaving through a mob of bodies as she tried to scrounge around for the perfect deals in every store. Nadia needed an update on her wardrobe and to be honest the woman already hauling a few bags in her hands could have used a couple new pieces as well. The after-Christmas sales were her best bet at finding some decent deals while not destroying her paycheck. As person after person knocked into her, the thought crossed her mind once or twice that venturing into this chaotic herd of savage shoppers was completely unnecessary. All it would take was one phone call and Claude would have dropped thousands of dollars at her feet, but there were some things that Esmeralda felt she just needed to do on her own.
She approached the escalators and gazed on in horror at the level of bodies cramming themselves onto them. With a huff, she slipped into a corner of the mall and found the elevator remarkably empty. Grinning to herself, she stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor, never thinking she’d be so happy to be surrounded by such silence.