Is that your hand? | accepting

Well, someone was in a mood. Perhaps it was because
Rachael hadn’t been able to see Audrey for over a week,
and frankly, Skype conversations and text messages
just weren’t cutting it anymore. 
        Rachael smiled when Audrey put a hand on her leg, bit
        her lip when she felt it move up. It didn’t matter that 
        they were in her car again, likely asking for trouble.
        If people couldn’t mind their damn business, well, she’d
        just have to deal with that another day.
  A moan was stifled between their mouths as 
  Rachael kissed her, a spark of passion quickly
  growing into something more.