Fics like I taste you on my lips (and I can't get rid of you)

“Okay,” Lottie said, still holding Shauna’s wrist. “Now you lick your hand right here.” She tapped the soft patch of skin between Shauna’s thumb and forefinger. Shauna frowned. “Why would I do that?” “For the salt.” “The salt.” “Jesus Christ.” Lottie laughed again, shaking her head a little. “Just hold still.” Something in her voice, amused and patient and just this side of teasing, made Shauna do exactly that. Lottie’s grip on her wrist tightened only slightly as she lifted Shauna’s hand, and for a brief second Shauna thought maybe she was going to demonstrate with her own. The thought had barely formed before Lottie leaned in and pressed her tongue, slow and deliberate, to the exact spot she’d pointed to. Shauna felt it before she understood it. OR The most ridiculous situationship of Shauna’s life, told through a series of alcohol-soaked vignettes exploring every kiss, almost, and bad decision she shared with one Lottie Matthews.

Fics like I taste you on my lips (and I can't get rid of you)

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