Did you think I wasn't getting my New Year's kiss? by mydirtieracct on DeviantArt
She always gets like this when she drinks. Well, when THEY drink, but the two are in fact one and the same.It's one of many quirks that comes with being a conjoined twin, and responding differently to the alcohol in their system is at the forefront of her mind. They've found themselves alone, the sounds of the new year's eve celebration reduced to a murmur as the thumps and crackles of the fireworks sound from outside.Now her shoulder is pressed against a wall away from crowds and prying eyes, the breath carrying the stage whisper smelling of the champagne with which they've allowed themselves great indulgence. She could feel her face was flushed, along with their body, and the flutes of bubbling, sweet spirits are only partially to blame.Her conjoined bodymate leans her face even closer, lips almost touching as she tries to be discreet."Did you think I wasn't getting my New Year's kiss?"As her bodymate leans her head closer, the pressure of her leg and half of their body presses her shoulder a little harder into the wall. For singlefolk, this would be the equivalent of pressing their paramour against a wall with amorous intentions; however, for her tipsy counterpart her hand sloshes the mostly-full flute around absently, her attention squarely on the woman sharing her body. And certainly sharing the feelings that signal her intent for sequestering the two of them away from prying eyes.She can feel the ache and tingling just as surely as her counterpart, and she knows how much fun the other woman can be. Still…"Just a kiss? It's never just a kiss with you…"She whispers, not unkindly, but probably just as loudly as her bodymate. She knows the two of them are being affected by the liquor and late night, their makeup probably getting ruined as her bodymate makes a very unsubtle pass at her."Can you blame me? How can I resist with a wife as lovely as you!"Then her amorous conjoined wife leans in the last inch or two, closing her eyes as she kisses her a bit sloppily. She could have pushed her head away, said no, but instead her hand is still flat against the wall as their lips press together somewhat clumsily. Then their lips move, part, press together once more, and they fit together perfectly as the lipstick coating them holds for now. Their body flushes even hotter, their arousal growing steadily as both women lose track of time.Then her drunk wife slips her some tongue, and she knows she needs to put a stop to this while they're still at the party!"MMMmmmpph!" she groans, and pulls her head away slightly to stop the embrace.Her wife follows her with lips outstretched, and now she intersperses her hand between them. She can feel her tongue against her hand, and a plaintive moan escapes those moist red lips."You're such a good kisser, come on! It's midnight!"What a cruel woman, making her have to be the bad guy! But someone needs to make sure they don't get kicked out or banned from future parties."I know babe, but we can't! Happy New Years, and we can kiss more at home."Instead of dissuading her, she nearly gasps with how horny her wife becomes."But I want you NOW. HERE."It's good thing her hand's already in the way, because she might have given in. As it was, she feels her knee grow weak and she moans a little. It's so amazing to be wanted so much, and feeling it so intimately…fuck she wants it too. Still, good things happen to those who wait, even as she grows a little frustrated at always being the responsible one in their partnership."Call us a cab and get me home, and I'll show you how good I am at kissing." she trails off, seductive and promising in order to motivate her wife.It was late, and getting later, and at this point their minds will be anywhere but the party."But-" her wife tries to protest, but she puts a single finger on her lips."No buts, not until we're home." she says cutting her off, sultry inflection on every syllable.Finally getting through to her, she moves her hand from between their heads and instead plucks the forgotten flute of champagne out of her wife's grip, freeing her to retrieve her cell phone from the pockets of their dress. She grins a little, always enjoying dresses with pockets.While her wife calls up the app and requests a ride, she tosses back the remaining champagne, giggling a little at all the bubbles, and then a burp sneaks past her lips. Then her wife burps as she's finishing up securing their ride, and they both giggle at yet another unique quirk of their physiology and relationship."Are you trying to get me drunk, sweetie?" her wife teases, putting her phone away."Maybe I just want you to whisk tipsy me away from this party and into a cab!"She teases back, probably feeling more clever than she sounds."Let's say our goodbyes and grab our coat, I'm sure it won't be long before our ride's here, right babe?"Her wife only grunts in agreement, very distracted by their imminent departure and the after party just for the two of them.Their heels click and clack as they rejoin the main crowd, finding their hosts near the refreshments and bidding them good night and thanking them for hosting. They were sad to see the two lively wives leaving, but understood when she told them with a bemused laugh, "We're not 25 anymore!" They give their hugs goodbye, and say several more goodbyes as they collect their coat and make for the exit. They pass several tables with refreshments, and as they collect their coat her troublemaker of a spouse grabs an open bottle of champagne, and tucks it beneath the coat draped over her arm!"You're so bad!" she whispers, but she's all smiles right now."There's plenty! No one will miss it. Besides, we're not driving…"They increase their only slightly wobbly pace, still masters of navigating their shared form in gorgeous heels and giggling at their private mischief. It'd been the most natural thing, marrying each other's soul mate and best friend, but they also knew how to have a blast together.Luckily the weather had been mild, so they weren't freezing in their cocktail dress as they climbed into their waiting ride. The driver did something of a double-take as they climbed into the back, but once past the initial shock of conjoined twins, his eyes lingered more on their curves and voluptuous form hugged by their dress than the novelty of seeing two women sharing a body. They weren't THAT uncommon anymore, and the two were attractive and giggling enough to draw eyes quite naturally.Blessedly he only engaged in enough conversation to confirm their destination, and they were far enough back they could converse with each other in whispered conversation in the unlit back seat without drawing eyes or ears meant for the road."I'm going to take a drink to toast the new year!" her wife declares, excited and feeling full of mischief after the night air had sapped their tipsiness a little."No you're not, you're in big trouble!" she says, trying to sound stern.Her wife seems surprised, and she can feel their stomach flutter a bit. Then she grabs the bottle from her surprised wife, and takes a pulls, sputtering a little as too many bubbles froth in her mouth. She's rewarded with an incredulous laugh, catching her wife off guard and thinking the fun times had come to a screeching halt."Now you're the bad one!" she whispers, and then gently seizes the bottle and takes a slower, less frothy pull from it."No, I'll be the naughty one now…" she purrs, and despite drinking slower her wife still ends up sputtering.She laughs at her mischief, and the bubbles cause the two women to burp again, causing more laughter and giggles as they wait to enjoy more pilfered champagne."Quit making me laugh, I'm trying to have a sip sweetie!" her wife complains, but she can see the big smile on her face thanks to a passing streetlight.Then she puts a hand on her wife's thigh quite high up, and leans her face a little closer."No more laughing. Go ahead and swallow more for me."She puts all the sultry inflection in the whisper only the two of them can hear, sliding her hand a little higher and bunching their dress up slightly."Now you're distracting me…" her wife breathes, but then she lifts the bottle to her lips and takes a slow drink, closing her eyes for a moment.She can feel the champagne entering their stomach, and the last few drinks have already restored the tipsiness from earlier. The heat, however, is all from each woman's desire mixing and roiling within them. She leans her face even closer, lips a hair's breadth away from her wife's as she drinks more of the bubbly champagne."I want…" she breathes, tightening the grip on her wife's thigh, and her wife finishes her pull from the bottle eagerly.Then she turns her head away, removing her hand and grabbing the champagne bottle in an act of delightful cruelty."…some champagne!" she finishes, pitching her voice up and teasing.Her teasing backfired, because her wife's hand grabs her chin, turning her back and in position to receive another sloppy, passionate kiss. This time she doesn't resist, doesn't hold back, and even in her slightly drunk state knows their audience of cab driver is mostly distracted. She's forced to keep her grip on the champagne bottle, lest they spill and pay for cleanup fees, but her wife's hand in unencumbered. Being free to roam, she mirrors her earlier gesture and places her hand on her thigh. Much lower down, but she touches the bare skin uncovered by their dress. As her wife brings her hand up higher, it slips underneath the fabric, and almost perfectly synchronized with her wife's tongue slipping past her lips.This too she doesn't stop, instead meeting her wife's tongue with her own, and both tipsy women moan inadvertently into their increasingly sloppy makeout session. Her wife's hand moves higher, and she can't help but part her leg away from her wife's as fingers and hand raise goosebumps and tantalize her. Her wife's hand moves from chin to the back of her head, fingers twinning into hair and disregarding any mess she'd make of her styled locks. Their lips move, heads tilting and repositioning as they crash upon each other like waves eagerly lapping against the shore.Her wife's hand continues its slow procession up her leg and their dress, and she breathes quickly and shallowly as the champagne works bubbles into brains and heat into their body. She nearly moans loudly as a thumb brushes the edge of their panties-"AHEM"Both women startle out of their amorous, private dimension and back into the reality of their cab ride, her wife actually making a little squeak of surprise! It nearly melts her heart with how cute it is, and how drunk she is. She hiccups in her attempt to laugh, and both women finally focus on the man who's driving them-Oh, they've stopped. She looks around quickly, and they've arrived. Nervously, she realizes she's not sure how long they've been stopped, or how much of a free show the cab driver received, judging by his very wide eyes."We're here ladies. I'll umm…wait to make sure you two make it inside."It's quite dark, but in the dim illumination afforded by the streetlights and his car's dashboard the man is quite flushed. Perhaps he's seen something new in his cab for the first time, but she can't help but feel abashed at how out of control her and her wife became.She hands her wife the bottle of champagne, and she takes it without protest. Her hand freed, she gropes for the door handle, torn between meeting the cab driver's eyes to thank him and avoiding it in embarrassment."Thank you, you're such a gentleman! We'll leave a good tip and review, promise!"Her wife diffuses, yet somehow exacerbates the situation, but she's already opened the door and placed heeled foot upon the driveway of their home. They scoot themselves out, wiggling and positioning while her wife still clutches a near-empty bottle.They hustle out of the car and up to their front door, passing the headlights and throwing the shadow of two naughty, married, slightly drunk conjoined women upon the façade of their cozy home. They reach their front door, and her wife giggles a little as passes back the bottle. Then she reaches into her pocket to pull out their house keys."It has pockets!"Mantra, refrain, inside joke, but they laugh all the same as they hold off the temptation to touch, feel, kiss, and many indecent acts illuminated by headlights. Keys jingle, and the right one is slotted with only the barest unsteadiness, eliciting giggles and agitation in equal measure. Finally the key's slotted, deadbolt clicks, and their door opens to invite them back inside.Turning, they wave to their cab driver, and they can see him waving back quickly before leaving their driveway.As they watch him depart, the cooler night air and disembarking from the cab that had distracted the married women loses all sway, and her wife's free hand snakes around their middle to hold her hip."Welcome home sweetie, and happy new year."Then she turns her head, pressing lips to ear as she adds, "Now you're all mine."She breathes out a tiny moan, eyes closing as she tilts her head back slightly."I've always been yours. But now you'll have all of me."She'd always been a little poetic, but then she yelps at a pinch on her ass! In response her wife giggles and starts to turn them, and they hustle inside from the cooler air into the comfortable home they share together. And lucky for them, no shared walls and space between homes means no one's going to hear their private new year's celebration.
