Skin and
Bones
Pink can feel
Christina's rib, and she wonders if that makes her some sort of pro-anorexia
perv, because its really kind of sexy. Sexy to feel Christina's hard insides
through her soft smooth outsides, like feeling the stainless steel of her nipple
ring through the slightly scratchy fabric of the scarf she appears to be wearing
as a shirt.
Pink squeezes a little with her fingers, and she can feel
each individual rib.
Christina squeaks, and looks around for cameras
before turning to face her. "What the hell are you doing, P?"
"Feeling
your ribs."
Christina looks affectionately confused, and smiles before
resting her hands on Pink's cheeks. "Baby... You really are drunk, aren't
you?"
Pink grins and raises her own hand, wraps her fingers around
Christina's wrist. She can feel bone beneath the soft brown skin, and she wants
to kiss it, kiss that small hard protrusion. Instead she leans forward and
kisses Christina's cheek, kisses skin instead of bone. Kisses Christina, which
is the important thing, really.