Since a proposition is made and Laura is anticipating the evening to be a lot more exciting than just sitting at the bar drinking herself into her nightly coma, she gets them back to her cabin quickly enough and through the door.
Her cabin is modest enough, out of the late 70's though the furnishings are all mostly updated. She unzips the sides of her boots and pulls them off, dropping a couple of inches in the process.
Taking a swig from the bottle, Laura closes the space between them and holds it out to Shaw. Once she takes it, she crosses her arms and pulls her shirt over her head, exposing a sage green bralette.
Ah, straight and to the point: that Shaw can definitely appreciate.
"You ever slept with a woman before?" she asks, as she shucks off her own t-shirt (black, just like the sports bra she's got on underneath it). There's no real judgement to her tone, but if the answer is no, then that adjusts her approach (and, honestly, her expectations) somewhat.
The question does have Laura considering her answer, at least to allow the other woman to lead. But Laura isn't feeling too submissive this evening so she answers by doing and not by saying.
She steps closer and catches Shaw's lips in a soft kiss that builds in momentum as she turns her. Each step Laura takes forward forces the other woman to take one back until they stand at the side of the bed. The bottle is abandoned on the nightstand and the kiss lessens while her fingers reach out to investigate what sort of pants Shaw is wearing.
That's either a Yes or it's a No, but don't underestimate me; which one it is specifically is something that Shaw quickly decides doesn't matter. As Laura pushes her, she presses back step for step, but never in a way that signals actual resistance: she's always happiest when someone is both willing to shove her around, and willing to let her shove back just as much. Right now, that means she's all about delivering hard kisses, tangling her fingers in Laura's hair, and seeing about the clasp to that bralette.
Her own pants are a straight-forward pair of skinny jeans, easy to both unbutton and tug down; the boy shorts she has on underneath are also easy to wiggle out of. Once the backs of her knees hit the mattress, though, she's going to see about spinning them, grabbing Laura's shoulder and giving it a firm tug around.
Her own pants drop easily to the floor with a simple pull of a tie and a gentle shove off her hips. At the same time, her fingers hastily pop the button open on Shaw's pants before sliding in palms flat against warm skin with thumbs hooked on the waist to inch them down over the woman's perfect ass.
Once all the offending clothing has been removed, Laura sits on the edge of the bed, greedily claiming kisses while her hands roam over warm, smooth skin. Laura scoots back further to the middle of the bed while she pulls Shaw to meet her as she lays back.
Ah, good; the tug-around works (even if Laura seems to have already been halfway towards doing it herself). Shaw half-crawls up Laura's body, trailing fingers and lips and just a little bit of teeth as she goes - and when she ends up back at Laura's face, she gives her bottom lip a sharp nip.
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Her cabin is modest enough, out of the late 70's though the furnishings are all mostly updated. She unzips the sides of her boots and pulls them off, dropping a couple of inches in the process.
Taking a swig from the bottle, Laura closes the space between them and holds it out to Shaw. Once she takes it, she crosses her arms and pulls her shirt over her head, exposing a sage green bralette.
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"You ever slept with a woman before?" she asks, as she shucks off her own t-shirt (black, just like the sports bra she's got on underneath it). There's no real judgement to her tone, but if the answer is no, then that adjusts her approach (and, honestly, her expectations) somewhat.
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She steps closer and catches Shaw's lips in a soft kiss that builds in momentum as she turns her. Each step Laura takes forward forces the other woman to take one back until they stand at the side of the bed. The bottle is abandoned on the nightstand and the kiss lessens while her fingers reach out to investigate what sort of pants Shaw is wearing.
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Her own pants are a straight-forward pair of skinny jeans, easy to both unbutton and tug down; the boy shorts she has on underneath are also easy to wiggle out of. Once the backs of her knees hit the mattress, though, she's going to see about spinning them, grabbing Laura's shoulder and giving it a firm tug around.
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Once all the offending clothing has been removed, Laura sits on the edge of the bed, greedily claiming kisses while her hands roam over warm, smooth skin. Laura scoots back further to the middle of the bed while she pulls Shaw to meet her as she lays back.
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