Speak Up ((Marisol))

[Zoey Hundt]

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Zoey felt a bit nervous as she made her way to Marisol's dorm room. Today she planned on bringing up the issues she had with her roommate and how close the other girl always with her, which made her deeply uncomfortable. However, confrontation had never been her biggest skill and even though she wouldn't be talking to Theresa directly, even talking about her behavior to Marisol seemed like it could go wrong. The last thing that she wanted to do was come off as a jealous and possessive girlfriend, though Jade had tried to assure her that she wouldn't and that speaking up was necessary. At least she knew that most of the girls were supposed to be out when she got there as she'd asked Marisol, and she'd double checked that Theresa was amongst the group that would be gone - though she'd tried to be subtle about it by including her in a list of some of her other roommates so that it didn't seem like she was singling anyone out. Though, honestly, she had no problems with any of her other roommates and didn't really care if they were around.

Trying to keep her nerve up as she entered the building that the designer lived in. It wasn't so easy though as part of her mind was pointing out that even if she didn't speak up today they'd be living by themselves in just a few months and then it wouldn't be a worry anymore as Theresa would be mostly out of the picture. However, that was still a few months too many in her book and she didn't know if she could continue watching someone else keep showing interest in her girlfriend. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to get some order to it as she rode the elevator and taking a deep breath as she got closer to Marisol's floor. She could do this, she could speak up and Marisol wouldn't be upset with her. Stepping out once she arrived on the proper floor, she made her way over toward her girlfriend's dorm. Giving a brief but firm knock on the main door, pausing for a moment before she headed into the common area. Even if Marisol was expecting her and it was a shared area, she could never just barge in without giving some sort of warning.

[Marisol Rivero]

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It was fairly rare that Marisol found herself having a decent amount of alone time in her shared dorm room - and she'd long ago learned the lesson of not at least anticipating for someone to possibly come back earlier than originally planned when she did have the place to herself. Today, however, was another day during which a large group of her roommates had gone out, some together, others on their own side, and the three girls remaining were currently locked up in their own room, working on some form of school work or another. Which was why she and Zoey had established that her place may just be the ideal place for them to spend time together today, as it should be pretty quiet even though they wouldn't be totally alone. She hadn't really planned anything either, not sure what the other girl would be in the mood for and willing to change things up based on her girlfriend's mood. They were meeting up here, but that didn't mean they'd spend the whole evening here - it was a pretty nice afternoon in New York City after all, so going for a walk, or going out to eat or something similar, were some fairly nice options to consider.

Then again, so was staying in, snuggled up together on the couch with snacks to watch some of their favorite movies. So really, until she knew what Zoey was in the mood for, she figured it made little sense to prepare for anything. Still taking the time to get a quick shower out of the way, leaving her hair down to dry as she got herself dressed and started putting a bit of order in her room and the place in general, not feeling like just sitting around while waiting for her girlfriend to arrive, but also not wanting to start anything with school work as she'd been doing that plenty enough this week, and she felt she deserved a small break today. Just finishing up with the dishes when she heard the light knock on the door, hastily drying off her hand and heading over to meet Zoey as she let herself in, smiling as she moved to wrap an arm around the other girl to pull her closer and pressed her lips to hers in a soft kiss, her other hand moving up to run through her hair. "Hey honey," she greeted her once she'd pulled away from the kiss, unable to resist the urge of pecking her lips a couple more times.

[Zoey Hundt]

It had taken quite some time after having what was probably the most embarrassing incident of her life in Marisol's dorm room for her to agree to hanging out there again. Even then, the first time that she had there had been some comments she would have rather avoided but overall she'd managed fine and people had forgotten. Or, if they hadn't forgotten, they'd at least stopped mentioning it. To the point where she got along with some of Marisol's roommates even if they were around at the same time she was, she could chat with them and not have it feel strange. Though there were some that she just still was not a fan of, mostly due to personality difference, but it was the same way in the dorm set up where she lived so it really wasn't that big of a difference and it wasn't like she had to hang around with any of them anyway. When she came over it was to see her girlfriend and that's what she did. If anyone had a problem with her being there they hadn't voiced it to her and everyone seemed pleasant enough when she was around, so she didn't worry too much.

Even the girls she didn't like she made sure to be nice to and the same seemed to be true for any girls that might have any kind of problem with her. Glad to see, upon walking in that the main area actually was empty, meaning that people were out like they were supposed to be. Not that she ever trusted them to stay out anymore, learning a lesson the hard way once was enough for her and for Marisol. Smiling back when Marisol came over to greet her and returning the soft kiss that she gave, sighing a little from the small pecks that she continued placed on her lips afterward. "Hi," she greeted back, reaching down to entwine her fingers with the older girl's. Knowing that she had to speak up now if she wanted to get on the path of having the type of conversation she was looking for or she might lose her nerve. Heck, even telling her anything now she might lose her nerve. "Could we maybe go to your room? I have something that I want to talk to you about and I'd rather not have the risk of someone else walking in on it."

[Marisol Rivero]

Marisol was definitely looking forward to the end of the year. Not so much because school would be out - sure, having some vacation time would be great, but ultimately school didn't feel as much like school when everything you did and studied related to your passion in life. However, the knowledge that she and Zoey would be moving in together, finally, once the end of this term came around was enough to make her will days to go by much faster. They'd never technically lived together before, but when Zoey had been a Senior at the Academy still, and Marisol had had her own apartment in Kansas City, they had definitely gotten into a certain pattern together, with the other girl spending the greater majority of her weekends over, and a good part of her evenings as well, except during very busy times. The privacy had definitely been something to be happy about, and it would be lying to say she didn't miss it. Honestly, she was rooming with a crowd of pretty cool girls, but that really didn't change the fact that she wanted for her and Zoey to have their very own place.

They hadn't started looking just yet, because Marisol still had to figure a few things out in terms of financing, which in the end she knew she wouldn't be able to contribute nearly as much as she would have hoped, because the kind of neighborhood Zoey would want to live in - and her parents would want her to live in - was definitely above her budget, but this was definitely a situation where she had to put her pride aside. Smiling lightly as she felt her girlfriend's fingers reaching down to entwine with her own, allowing her thumb to gently run along the back of her hand. Raising an eyebrow slightly as she heard what she said next though, a small twinge of anxiety filling her chest, though she quickly pushed it aside. Those weren't really the kind of words people liked hearing out of the person they were dating, but Marisol knew her relationship with Zoey was going amazingly well, so there really was nothing to worry about on that front. But maybe she'd decided she'd rather keep on rooming at school for another year rather than moving out? She made herself nod and stop trying to figure out what she wanted to talk to her about, figuring there was no point in going through the worst case scenarios when it might not even be that big a deal. "Of course," she told her, pressing a light kiss to her temple and leading the way toward her room, closing the door behind them before sitting down on her bed and looking over at the other girl. "Is something wrong?" she asked concernedly.

[Zoey Hundt]

Upon speaking, Zoey was already worried that she was doing things wrong. Noticing the slight change in her girlfriend's posture for a moment after she spoke, wondering if she'd gone about phrasing things incorrectly. She'd done her best to try and avoid the phrase, 'we need to talk' as there wasn't anything ever good associated with that. Still, she'd never had to broach a subject like this before. Nor had to ever had to start serious conversations with Marisol. If they were going to talk about things, either the older girl started them or they just kind of happened. The last time she'd actually had to consciously start a difficult conversation that she didn't really want to start but needed to was when she had to dump Dylan and tell him the reason why, which, at the time had been a very difficult feat. Even now she wasn't the type to shout her sexuality out or draw attention to it because she still sometimes was a bit uncomfortable with the way that people could and did treat or look at her differently when they found out she had a girlfriend.

However, that wasn't the matter at hand now, so she pushed it out of her mind. Glad to see that Marisol didn't take what she said too badly as she pressed a light kiss to her temple before leading the way over to her room. Taking a seat on the bed and waiting for Marisol to do the same after she'd closed the door. Sighing a little as the older girl asked if something was wrong. "No. I mean yes, I mean..." she closed her eyes and shook her head at how ridiculous she was being right now. "Give me a moment," she asked, taking a deep breath. She could do this, she could be honest with her girlfriend and not fear her thinking that she was being jealous. "I just, I need to tell you something and I need you to... I don't know, just not judge me too harshly if I'm off base here." Which, she figured was the best that she could ask for. Looking back over at her girlfriend again and willing herself to continue. "I feel like Theresa is interested in you romantically and it bothers me how close she is to you all the time and how much she touches you and interrupts activities we're doing together."

[Marisol Rivero]

Marisol didn't spend too much time trying to figure out what Zoey wanted to talk to her about right now. She figured she would find out soon enough, to start with, and then if she started going through all the potential situations her girlfriend may bring up, odds were she would think of some things a whole lot worse than what it would actually turn out to be. After all, she really didn't think it could be that big a thing, or at least not something that would ultimately mean anything bad for their relationship. She knew things were going great between the two of them, that really wasn't something she was worried about - they were in love and they got along great, they spent a lot of time together in spite of the fact that they each had a fairly crazy school schedule, and she couldn't even remember the last time they'd gotten into an argument, although she could say with certainty that they'd never even gotten into a fight. All in all, she didn't imagine a way things could go much better than this, and as such, the idea that what Zoey wanted to talk to her about was linked in any way to breaking up or anything similar to that.

That did not, however, make her any less confused or concerned as Zoey began speaking up, or at least tried to. Nodding slightly as she asked her to give her a moment, her fingers lightly brushing at the other girl's knee as she waited for her to be ready to say whatever it was she had to say. And when she heard it, there really was no doubt that she would never had thought of it on her own. The idea that Theresa might be attracted to her had never crossed her mind at all, much less that Zoey was bothered by the other girl's behavior around her, but although she wasn't ready to agree a hundred percent that her roommate had any kind of interest in dating her - though, now that she thought about it, she had to admit that the other girl's way of acting with her was different than all her other roommates, but then she'd just figured she was more of a friendly, touchy-feely person than the other, and since she didn't pay attention to the way she acted with other people, she'd never associated that behavior to herself specifically. However, the last thing she wanted was for any of it to make Zoey uncomfortable or upset when she came over. "Would you like me to talk to her about it?" she asked, not feeling comfortable with just ditching her roommate completely and no longer talking to her, but figuring that if this was a constant behavior, she would have to bring it up and ask her to stop.

[Zoey Hundt]

Zoey couldn't help the nerves that bubbled in her stomach as she waited for some sort of response from her girlfriend. She'd just admitted, essentially, that she was jealous and it was a weird feeling to have. Not only because she was actually the person who was dating Marisol and not the other way around, but because she also knew that Marisol didn't in any way shape or form give Theresa even half of the amount of attention that she gave her. Yet, whenever the other girl was around and touching Marisol, it made her stomach feel funny and she felt annoyed and uncomfortable. Heck, sometimes she even wished she could be more bold and sort of just do more to sort of reinforce just how taken Marisol was. Then, that had never been her style and she was too polite for too much PDA. So mostly, until now she'd just always sat aside awkwardly and tried to convince herself how silly she was being and that she didn't need to say anything because it wasn't a problem that she had to worry about. After all, she had no doubts that even if the other girl was ever completely forward with her intentions, Marisol would reject them.

And while it felt nice, on one aspect to finally just say something to Marisol and have it all out in the open. In another aspect, she was also afraid as she waited for some sort of response from the designer. What if she did think she was being dramatic over nothing? What if there truly wasn't anything going on and she was just reading into it all because she was insecure? Or what if it started one of the rare disagreements that they had from time to time? She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she finally did hear what Marisol had to say. Although there was an uncharacteristic biting response in her mind to her question. Of course she wanted her to talk to her about it, why would she share the information if she hadn't wanted anything done about it? She pushed that thought away though and instead sighed a little. "I don't want to make things weird for you around here," she commented instead. "But it really does bother me." She wouldn't tell the other girl what to do, it was up to her to decide if she wanted to have that conversation or not, but she'd rather she did.

[Marisol Rivero]

Marisol wasn't a hypocrite - she couldn't fully judge Theresa if Zoey was right in suspecting that the other girl was sort of coming on to her in spite of the fact that she was clearly already in a relationship, because she had a part of her own history that wasn't so very glamorous and that resembled a whole lot to this situation, except she'd been that much worse and had taken it to the next level of actually making a move. She'd never shared that with her girlfriend, and to be entirely honest, she didn't know when she would. Thinking back on her mentality back then, she didn't even know how she'd been so inconsiderate and stupid about the whole situation, and she always felt highly uncomfortable and embarrassed whenever she thought back on it. And it was a bit ironic that now the tables had turned on her, because she couldn't act all high and mighty with her roommate - not that she would have had regardless because it wasn't the kind of person she was anyway - but somehow still had to deal with being on the receiving end of unrequited attention while already happily involved with someone else.

She wasn't entirely sure what would be the best way to bring it up, but she knew she would have to. Obviously, although she'd asked Zoey to make sure that was what she was asking of her right now, there really was no other way to handle this kind of a situation - she couldn't just turn around and give Theresa the cold shoulder and start ignoring her. However, she couldn't let her carry on with that kind of behavior either, although she'd never really noticed it all that much, but clearly Zoey had, and the last thing she wanted was for the other girl to feel upset or awkward when she came over and they spent time together in more public areas. "It's alright honey," she assured her at her girlfriend went on to say she didn't want to make things weird for her around here. "I get it, and I will talk to her to make sure she doesn't go on with this," she added, moving her hand to lightly run through Zoey's hair. "I'm sorry I didn't notice before, the last thing I want is for you to ever feel uncomfortable with anything in our relationship," she added, her fingers gently playing with the soft strands of her hair.

[Zoey Hundt]

Zoey obviously couldn't push Marisol to do anything that she didn't want to do. If she didn't want to talk to Theresa about this then it was really her choice and all that she could do was keep quiet after this. She really wanted her to talk to the girl and for her to listen to said talk, but there was no determining if that was actually going to happen. It'd been hard enough to bring up anything in the first place, if things didn't get resolved, she figured she'd just suck it up as she'd never been that great at dealing with situations that required her to be so firm and direct. She'd always been taught that she had to be polite first and foremost and then try to make her wishes known through that politeness. There were exceptions, obviously, to that and she knew that in certain situations she could and did speak her mind quite freely. However, even then she did tend to try and sugar coat her annoyance and anger. Oh well, if it was a serious character flaw she figured that there were probably worse she could have.

Still, she couldn't help but almost breathe a sigh of relief when Marisol went ahead and assured her that it was alright and that she would talk to her to make sure that she didn't go on with things. Well that was a loud off of her mind, as this whole thing had gone better than she would have thought and then even if Theresa didn't actually listen, she figured that it wouldn't matter too much because at least Marisol would recognize things. Hopefully. She supposed the girl could deny it, but even then she was fairly confident that Marisol would go on say that she still wanted her to stop. Smiling a little at the way that the designer ran her hand through her hair. "It's okay," she answered after she apologized and commented about not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. "I mean, for a while I just thought that maybe I was imagining it anyway, so I get why you wouldn't notice it." Not to mention that Marisol was just a friendly person in general, so that probably hadn't helped the situation that much either in terms of seeing things.

[Marisol Rivero]

Although the conversation had taken a turn for the unexpected, Marisol had to admit she was glad to know what had been on Zoey's mind, and that it wasn't an overly complicated issue to deal with. Now, all she had to hope for was that Theresa would be respectful once she had a talk with her, but she wasn't too worried about it. Her roommate was a nice girl, and she was always careful not to upset other people around the dorm - which made her feel even more confused over the fact that she would have shown her attraction in such a manner that Zoey would have noticed it when she knew she was taken, but again, that wasn't something she could judge her too harshly on. After all, maybe it did come as a mix of the other girl being a bit more of a touchy-feely person, added to the fact that she was into her. If that was the case, then it'd be that much easier to make sure she kept herself at a reasonable distance, because the last thing she wanted was for Zoey to keep on feeling uncomfortable when she came over to spend time at her place and her roommate was around.

Giving a light nod as the other girl went on to add that she'd thought for a while that she'd just been imagining it, so she didn't begrudge her for not noticing the attention. Pulling her girlfriend closer to her so she could move into her lap and wrapping her arms around her waist, resting her chin lightly on her shoulder. "Besides, I don't really pay attention to any of my surroundings when you're here," she told the other girl, pressing gentle kisses to the side of her neck. "I can't focus on anything but you," she added, her hand resting against her stomach. She wasn't even exaggerating it, either. She'd always had a bit of a hard time keeping her eyes and hands off of her girlfriend since the day they'd started dating, and admittedly even before that she'd found it a bit more tricky than she probably should have. At the end of the day, considering she had every plans of spending the rest of her life with the other girl - so long as Zoey felt the same way - she figured it really wasn't that big a deal, and actually was probably more of a good thing than anything else.

[Zoey Hundt]

Honestly, in the grand scheme of things it wasn't that surprising that something like this had come up. Not that it would be a person that Marisol roomed with necessarily - as that itself had been that hardest part - but it wasn't unlikely that some girl would show interest in Marisol. It made a lot of sense, all things considered, as she was quite a catch in terms of girlfriends and obviously Zoey wouldn't be the only person in the world to notice so. Actually, thinking about it further, it was likely that Theresa wasn't the only other person even interested in the designer, it was just that she was the only person that Zoey had openly seen interact with her while being interested and that was the real problem. It wasn't that other people couldn't like Marisol - she had no control over that - nor that other people couldn't touch her and be friendly. She just didn't want those two groups to overlap, even if Marisol was obviously loyal and in love, it wasn't any more comfortable to imagine someone else's hands on the girl for the simple pleasure of touch.

And while she'd never thought of herself as possessive before, she was starting to think that maybe she'd been mistaken about that. Maybe she was a bit possessive in terms of Marisol, but if the other girl didn't think that she was out of line then she wasn't about to change her mind about it either. A smile starting to form as she felt Marisol's hands at her waist, allowing herself to be pulled into the other girl's lap. The smile growing wider as she went ahead and made comment about how she didn't really pay attention to any of her surroundings when she was around. Tilting her head a little as the older girl began to press light kisses to the side of her neck. Letting her hand move to rest atop Marisol's, while the other reached up and lightly tangled itself into her hair. "Now you're just going to make me feel bad, as I clearly was focusing partly not on you if I was noticing all of this," she answered back with a slight sigh. Why did her girlfriend have to be so absolutely perfect? It really wasn't fair at all.

[Marisol Rivero]

There were times when Marisol looked back on what hers and Zoey's relationship had started out as, and she couldn't help but be happy about how they'd gotten this far. Not that she would have necessarily doubted that they could make it, but she couldn't deny that there had been times at the beginning of it all when she'd felt a bit nervous as to how much the other girl would really want to stick with her. After all, it'd been an adventure just to get with her in the first place, though she'd never held it against the younger girl that she'd been a bit scared of coming to terms with her sexual orientation. However, just because she'd been the one to ultimately make her realize it, that didn't mean she would actually be into her for anything long term. It'd taken her a bit of time to finally let go of the fear that Zoey would decide that, although she was now comfortable with the idea of being a lesbian, she didn't want to be with her. Now, she was pretty confident in believing that they were both on a pretty even level when it came to the way they felt about one another, and what they wanted out of their future together.

Their physical relationship was something else that had definitely evolved quite a bit since the beginning. She could still remember times when she'd felt so worried that she wouldn't be able to control her impulses, because her attraction to the other girl was a bit overpowering at times. And it still happened, times when she just got overwhelmed with how strongly she was attracted to her girlfriend and how badly she needed to be close to her, but she'd gotten a lot better at keeping herself in check so she didn't rush into anything - unless that was the particular mood they were both in. More often though, she usually took the time to do things a bit more on a slower basis, not only because it was easier to make her intentions known without seeming demanding, but also because she knew that for one thing, Zoey tended to appreciate things a bit better than way, and for another, it was that much easier to get her flustered and needy when she took the time to hit every right spot along the way. Shivering a bit as she felt her hand reach up to tangle in her hair, her lips fluttering along her skin, trailing down to her collarbone as her fingers inched just a bit lower down her stomach. "See, I don't think that's right," she spoke in a soft voice, her lips trailing back up and brushing lightly against the other girl's ear as she spoke. "For you to notice the attention someone else may have been giving me, you could still just as well have been looking at me first, and then noticing you weren't the only one doing so," she added a bit teasingly, gently nibbling at her earlobe.

[Zoey Hundt]

For all the worries that Zoey had had going into this, things actually turned out much better than she'd expected. Not only was Marisol not upset with her, but she said that she'd talk to Theresa as well and not only that but she wasn't really letting it effect the rest of their plans. Not that they'd specifically had plans, as Zoey hadn't wanted to set anything in stone without having the conversation first - or chickening out of it, as she had accepted might happen - as she'd been worried that it might put a damper on things. Clearly, she'd let her imagination take too much of the heavy work when imagining how this conversation was going to go down. She really should have known better too, as Marisol wasn't the type to get upset with her nor was she the type not to take what she told her seriously even when if she told her something bothered her. That was one of the things that she loved about their relationship even, so she should have known that it would be the case in the end. Oh well, at least if the next time that she had to approach her with something, she could think back to this.

Right now, even she was having a hard time focusing on what had been her main objective in coming here anymore as Marisol was proceeding with things that made her mind feel fuzzy, like usual. Making it hard to focus on anything that wasn't what the older girl was doing to her or what she wanted her to be doing to her. Tingles filling her from the way that Marisol's lips moved along her skin and from the way that her hand seemed to drift lower down her stomach. "Oh?" she questioned as she heard Marisol's soft voice telling her that she didn't think that she was right as her lips trailed up her neck and then to her ear. Goosebumps forming on her skin from the feel of her soft lips brushing against her ear as she spoke, even the sound of her voice although it was teasing, making her stomach feel strange. Sucking in a sharp breath from the feel of her gently nibbling at her earlobe. "But it still means that I let my attention be taken off from you in the end," she countered, her voice just a whisper at this point.

[Marisol Rivero]

Ever since the awkward happening in the Fall, Marisol and Zoey hadn't had sex at her place a whole lot. It'd taken a while for the other girl to even feel comfortable enough to come back around, which obviously she couldn't have blamed her for, and even when she had showed up here again, she'd still much preferred for anything sex related to happen at her own place, for the most part. Of course, they still had sex here, because they divided their time pretty well between each of their dorms, but Zoey usually preferred for it to happen when there was for sure nobody else around the place for a lengthy amount of time, and when there were people, she was usually a lot more conscious than usual to keep her volume down. Which was a bit of a downer, Marisol couldn't lie about that - seeing as there was nothing quite as hot as the sounds her girlfriend made when she gave her pleasure, and straining to hear anything wasn't her favorite thing to do ever - but she figured it was a better alternative than not having sex at all unless everyone was out, which was a fairly rare occurrence with how many dorm mates she had.

As it was, they weren't alone right now - there were still a few girls around the place, though their rooms weren't exactly right by hers either, and she could hear music blasting from one of the girls' room. It'd always baffled her, but Tanya always said she studied best with her loud music on, and seeing as it didn't seem to bother anyone that was around right now, she'd taken the liberty of turning it up more than she usually allowed herself to. It wasn't exactly mood music, but it would help out a lot in making sure whatever sound happened in her own room didn't carry out too much for others to hear. Smiling as she felt the goosebumps form under her lips on Zoey's skin, hearing her suck in a sharp breath as she nibbled at her ear. Giving a soft laugh as she still didn't let go of her argument, lightly running her tongue along the outside of the other girl's ear before trailing kisses back down her jawline. "Well then, I guess you could always make it up to me," she told her in a slightly taunting fashion, her hand moving lower down still, brushing along her hipbones and down her legs so that she could slip it under the other girl's skirt, teasingly tapping her fingers up along her inner thighs. "But how could you possibly do that?" she added, her voice mock thoughtful as she moved her lips to suck lightly at a pressure point right beneath her jaw.

[Zoey Hundt]

In a lot of ways it was crazy how Marisol could still make Zoey feel. The first time that they'd kissed it had been enough to make her world turn completely upside down. For a while she thought that it had to be part of just being new, that despite having chemistry with one another it was just enhanced all the more by the way that she'd never felt anything like that before. Yet, here they were over a year and a half later and it hadn't changed any. The way that the designer's lips felt on her skin still made her head spin, made it difficult to think straight. There was just something about her that was too hard to handle in a clear state of mind. Not that that was a bad thing, as it certainly made it easier to do things with some another. Sometimes too easy, in the sense that her better judgment as to if she really wanted to risk doing anything went out the window. But then, after the incident in the fall, there was definitely a part of her mind that was much better at making sure that she paid attention to their surroundings in at least a little way.

For instance, while right now it was very hard not to have all of her attention taken by the fact that Marisol currently held her close and was doing interesting things, a part of her mind was very aware that they were not the only ones here. Sure, part of it came from the hard to ignore music that was currently playing, which made it more tempting not to just focus all her attention fully on her girlfriend but that wasn't going to happen. Shivering and biting back a sound as her girlfriend's tongue ran along her ear. Her response to make things up to her filling her body with warmth, or maybe that was because of her hand slipping under her skirt. A soft moan escaping when she felt Marisol start to suck lightly at a pressure point under her jaw, gripping a bit tighter to her hair and pushing her hips forward to try and get the other girl's fingers closer to her. Swallowing hard before she spoke, still whispering but her voice a little rougher. "I'm sure that you could come up with something," she answered. "I wouldn't want you to feel like you didn't get enough attention."