Taylor was rapidly kissing Amelia back, his tongue dancing unthinkingly with hers. His hands roamed over her back, slowly down to the curve of her bottom. His eyes were lidded; closed almost as he panted after air when she pulled away. He barely got time to breathe before he tilted his head again and pressed her closer to his chest. He knew this was wrong; heck, he haven't done this before this hectic but he wanted this. He [i]needed[/i] this. He needed her. 
He slowly pressed her down onto his crotch, wanting to claim everything she had to offer. He needed this so badly, and he couldn't stop his kisses on her soft lips. The alcohol was heavy in his breath, he couldn't taste anything but the strong vodka, and the warmth of Amelia's tongue. His crotch were beginning to hurt of the lack of attention. 
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