Summary: So it turns out drunk Gabby is a horny Gabby, and Shay is in for the ride of her life...
Taxi!
One minute, Shay and Dawson are sitting in the back of a cab - with the blonde woman's arm holding her drunk friend upright in her seat, an amused smile on her face as dark hair hits her chin, it's owner's head lolling about - and the next, Dawson's forehead ducks down and disappears under a curtain of gold locks, and Shay loses her breath.
Because she swears - although she can barely fucking believe it - that there's a pleasantly new, wet sucking sensation climbing up the slope of her neck.
And Dawson's lips feel heavenly, erotic, poisoned, ..and wrong….
Like a present she doesn't want until someone she cares about gives it to her. A Christmas present from a lesbian god. Wait…what?
A tongue slides across her jaw and she jerks away - realizing with a jolt down way low in her gut that if she doesn't get a hold of herself, this "gift" Dawson has with her mouth could turn out to be the gift that doesn't stop giving until she damn near explodes in ecstasy.
And damn if that doesn't sound appealing right now (she's not blind after all. She's not dead. Gabriela is gorgeous, in every sense of the word)…but she turns her head towards her even so, her neck now safely out of reach as she slides her entire body slightly away, leveling the wasted woman with a careful, appraising look.
"Uh, Gabby sweetie? What the fuck was that?"
Dawson's eyes meet hers easily, but they're kinda blown out and entirely too dark and desperate for her liking.
Fuck.
"Mmm'horny." She mumbles flatly, with a smirk quirked on her still tempting lips. And Shay just stares, captivated, until she catches up to what her friend just said.
Double FUCK.
"drunk…" Dawson continues.
Oh. She's a horny drunk. It figures…as if Shay didn't like her enough, already, this new temptation had to hang over them whenever Dawson had a few glasses of wine in her.
Dawson was lucky Shay wasn't some douchebag. She was lucky she was just going to bring her home…to her own home, and let her sleep it off. Because she couldn't dream of their first time being like this. So wrong…so unequal.
She couldn't dream, realistically, of a time where it could happen at all. But hey, maybe, if Gabby drunkenly was attracted to her…it was a sign of something more brewing?
She looked down just in time to see Dawson's slender hand inching towards her own waistline of a too-tight skirt that Shay had caught herself guiltily appreciating just hours before, and she flushed, grasping the girl's hand and pulling it up to a safe zone on her own body, before letting go quickly and putting her hands in her lap tightly, wincing as if burned.
"Gabs, I'm going to have this cabby drive us to your apartment -
here Dawson got a telling look on her face, one of vulgar hope, and Shay shook her head and all but snapped, " and I'm going to tell him to wait OUTSIDE." Her voice lost it's luster as she began to blush again, the small space suddenly feeling unbearably hot as she became aware of Gabriela's certainly labored breath. She spit out in a flustered rush, "and, uh, I'm going to tuck you into - ahem! - into bed, and then I'm going to my apartment so you can…uh…"
fuck!
"so you can take care of it, yourself."