continued from here with @frxulein.

upon this comment, a CHUCKLE slips from the german’s sweet scotch lips, brushing against her companion’s mouth. it’s now that she SHIFTS, sliding off the american’s lap less gracefully than expected. another much needed sip of LIQUID BRAVERY is taken from the glass in bridget’s delicate hand  ——  before she sets the glass down and offers hubbard the same hand.

              “  we’re GETTING there, my dear, we’re getting there, “ the blonde assures with the most CHARMING smile she could’ve offered. perfectly manicured fingers wiggling slightly, wanting to persuade the other to stand up for her. “  ——  but you’re not going to deny me this dance, are you ?  “

bridget von hammersmark, the one woman in this world who would never take no for an answer. knowing that she couldn’t deny a single thing to her, caroline let the tips of her fingers brush the other woman’s palm, a brow raised in elegant amusement and the ghost of a smile touching at her pale lips. her own glass was then set aside; for the time being, for she wouldn’t be the one to waste a single, honey-flavored drop of hard liquor.

❝ you sound awfully sure of yourself, madam. ❞ a thick, yet delicate american accent rose above the sound of music, and caroline wasted no time pulling herself up to her feet. hand against hand, the other cradling bridget’s waist through the satin of her dress —- and she pulled her closer, pale pink lips ghosting over her ear. ❝ i like that in a woman. ❞