Heather in Leather

Last call had been made, and the house lights were turned up. "Ready to go?" Dan asked.

"I'm ready to leave here, but not ready to go home."

"Who said anything about you going home? Let's go back to my place."

The best thing about a local bar, is being able to drink as much as you want, because the walk home was only 200 steps. Dan and Heather got outside, and felt the chill in the air. As if they were mirroring each other, they reached into their coats, pulled out their black, leather gloves, and put them on. They smiled, and Heather said, "Compatibility."

"Same brain," Dan replied.

They walked to Dan's Apartment, one black, leather gloved hand holding another black, leather gloved hand.

Dan unlocked his door, and the two stepped inside. As the door closed behind them, Heather moved close, and they kissed. It started out softly, but turned passionate and intense. Dan was pushed back against the door, and Heather intensity excited him. Tongues explored the mouth of the other, while hands explored the body.

His arms wrapped around her, moved over her back, her shoulders, and her arms. Heather's gloved hands started by holding Dan's face as she kissed him. They moved down his body, and found a home on his ass.

Small moans escaped the two, as emotions and arousal ran high. When they broke apart, and came up for air, they were both flushed and breathing heavily. They looked at each other and smiled. "Wow," Dan said.

"I've been dying to do that all night," Heather said.

"Compatible." That had become their catch phrase.

"Same brain," Heather finished.