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If this had been any other situation, Tatum's mind would have been active with thoughts of what could go wrong. For one, just about anybody could walk in. It was somebody elses house, for another. But as it was, her mind was entirely preoccupied with Frankie, and considering anything else was a lost cause.
She tensed up a little as Frankie pulled her close, a shiver running down her spine as the contact between them. Between placing another clumsy kiss against the brunette's lips, Tatum grasped both of her girlfriend's hands, twining their fingers together. "C'mere," she murmured, grinning slightly, backing up from the wall and pulling Frankie with her.
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"Do you really care?" Tatum replied quickly, mischievious grin crossing over her face. She didn't let go of Frankie's hands, fearing she might fall if she did. It seemed then, her girlfriend was the only thing holding her up. It was warm, and her legs felt too shaky for all of this moving around, but standing up was worse.
She stopped when the backs of her legs hit something, almost making her stumble, and getting a laugh out of her. "Fuck," she breathed again, still laughing. With a glance behind her, confirming it was a safe place to sit, she did just that; flopping down unceremoniously onto the bed of whomever owned the room, and pulling Frankie with her, laughing all the while.
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