All I heard was "shut up Grey", and I was thrown against the wall behind me. The aroma of vodka quickly filled my senses, but vanished abruptly as her soft lips worked roughly against mine. She didn't give me any time to push or pull away; I was hers now.
Arizona leaned against me and slid her tongue into my mouth without protest. I felt her hands pressing firmly into my sides, and occasionally one would make its way through my hair. IT was new to me, this feeling of another woman against me, but it wasn't an uncomfortable experience.
My hands were also at work in her hair, on her neck, and up and down her abdomen. She didn't seem to mind at all, I even noticed that if I did something she approved of, she would kiss me harder or grind against me with even more intensity.
In a quick instant she pulled her lips from mine and took deep, controlled breaths as though she was contemplating what it was she wanted next. Her hot alcohol ridden breath was oddly intoxicating as it settled around me. She inched back closer to me and opened her mouth as though to kiss me again. Her eyelids closed and tightened, she released my hips, and walked away. She left me there, frozen against the wall behind me.