When she presses her lips to the shorter girls, its like they'd never fought. She somehow feels familiar under Jades wandering hands, and when she finally stutters to life, kisses her back so passionately, it feels like Tori's hers. When she pushes her back against the stage and deftly undoes the tan girls jeans she can see the dates, anniversaries and holidays she could swear they've spent together. The warm skin quaking under her touch sends images of cold hands being grasped and held, of a too far body being pulled closer under the sheets. Every gasp she charms from the girl beneath echos distortedly, I love yous and when are you coming overs. What do you want for dinner? Her name sounds the same though. It feels like the thousandth time she's the breathy call, but it's definitely Tori crying out for her. "Are you close?" She hates asking. She feels like she should know. As soon as the words leave her lips Tori gasps and arches under her. When she slips out of her, she feels disconnected. Like the current of passion is severed. Tori is Tori's again, and they've definitely fought.