Jessie didn't waste time. He moved her quickly off his lap, standing in front of her and she smirked up at him wickedly as he placed a hand on the either side of the couch behind her, boxing her in. He leaned down and kissed her hard and she kissed back, placing her hands on either side of his face and kissing hard before he pulled back enough that he could hold her eyes, but his lips were still tantalizingly close, making it hard as fuck not to reach out and bring him back to her for more or fidget and show him how anxious she was.
“As you wish princess.” He whispered darkly, smirking at her and she grinned wickedly and watched him turn and fill a needle before turning back around, kneeling in front of her. “You got me on one knee twice for you in the past twenty-four hours.” He smirked and she held his eyes and tried not to think about how badly she wanted him to put the needle in her already, forcing herself to focus on his words. “That’s gotta be some kind of record.” He said and finally placed the needle against her skin, making her bite her lip and moan, expecting him to shoot her up, but he didn't. He held it there against her skin, teasingly, making her smirk as she held his eyes, biting her lip so hard she drew blood to keep from begging. “This shit's gonna fuck you up.” He whispered and, just as she'd been starting to think the whole situation felt way too similar to Marco or Sam, he slid the needle into her skin.
Whatever he'd given her was strong, and it felt more than incredible as it filled her veins, making her close her eyes and rest her head against the back of the couch with a deep moan, loving the way the drug felt as it made it's way through her system before reaching out and grabbing his shirt in one hand and pulling his lips hard against hers, slipping her tongue past his lips as she kissed him, releasing her grip on his shirt to slide her fingers down his chest, slipping them under his shirt and tracing circles along the waistline of his jeans teasingly. "Ready to go upstairs and fuck your wife?" Kitty smirked against his lips as she kissed him harder.
Damien smirked against her skin when she moaned, clearly enjoying the drug as much as he was. She quickly moved herself in his lap so she was straddling him and he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter to him and she leaned down and kissed him hard and he kissed her back, one hand at the back of her neck as he kissed her. Her lips started to trace his jaw and her hands slid under his shirt, making him groan as her fingers ran down his chest, setting his whole body on fire, the drugs making it feel impossibly good.
Her lips paused by his ear and he smirked, knowing she was going to speak and, somehow, before she'd even said anything, that it'd piss him off. “You’re still a pussy.” She smirked wickedly and he rolled his eyes. “Jamie turned you into one.” She tone so dangerously taunting it made his jaw clench tightly and he had to look away as she leaned back a little in his lap to watch him, knowing she was just doing it to get a rise out of him. And he was normally good at surprising his anger. But whatever he'd had was strong. And he'd never been able to control his temper when he was fucked up.
So, before he realized what was happening, one hand shot up and wrapped around her throat tightly and he turned back to glare at her. "Yeah?" He spat, holding her eyes, constricting her air some with a smirk as he used his grip on her neck to pull her closer. So his face was centimeters from hers. "Fuck you Niki, you and I both know I didn't take Jamie's shit." He spat, before smirking and pulling her forward again so her lips were against his, kissing her hard, not letting go of her throat as he slipped his tongue past her lips. "Jamie's history, you know that." He said against her lips before moving his kiss teasingly along her jaw. "So there's no point in bringing her up anymore." He whispered against her skin before finally releasing his grip on her neck, allowing her to fully breathe again, but he didn't stop kissing her, just wrapped that arm around her waist and used it to pull her even closer as he kissed along her neck, where he'd just held her, his other hand rubbing her thigh, thumb tracing the edge of her dress teasingly.