Anonymous asked: qurl you should go have makeouts with yo mom. it’d be so haaaaawt

fine-wine-and-black-lipstick:

fourlesbianssuited:

I imagine that being dead has its benefits, yes…

Particularly when you’re alive to enjoy them.

You smile, swallowing the drink and letting out a purr as the vodka slides down your throat, face a bit flushed, though whether it was from the alcohol, the sudden heat you were feeling, or something else, it was difficult to say. Finally, you decided that since you were spending time with your mother, you hardly needed to be wearing your entire suit, and started to undo the buttons of your jacket, watching her as you did so.

Forgive me, mother, but it is just a tad warm in here, don’t you think?

And I imagine it is only going to grow warmer and warmer.

Oh? Well I suppose it is rather warm.. Although I do enjoy when things get a bit hot from time to time. Hahaha. Perhaps that was an inappropriate innuendo to make around one’s daughter. But I am far too drunk to care.

You can not help but let your eyes venture, following the movement of her hand as she began to unfasten the buttons of her jacket. Once she had reached the final one you decide to lend your aid and reach forth to slide the jacket down her shoulders. At that moment your face was mere inches away from her own and your eyes locked with hers.

Might I say that you have incredible taste in fashion? Then again, that is to be expected. You are my daughter, after all.

The smallest of smirks crosses your lips as you pull back, placing the jacket aside for now.

It may very well becoming the Sahara desert if things continue on like this.

True… I imagine that if I were more sober, I might find such an innuendo awfully forward. But it seems apt at the moment. Here, let me help you, Mother.

Rose: Reciprocate.

You would hate to think that you were the only one being helped, and so you reach out, gently working the buttons of your mother’s jacket open as well, watching her for any sign of disapproval, though at this point, you rather doubted there would be any. Surprisingly deft fingers would work each button free, pulling the jacket open and allowing your mother some freedom from this building heat.

Of course: I do take after you, it seems. You’ve long had a fondness for dressing stylishly.

Perhaps we should lose more than just the jackets. It is still quite hot in here.