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The wives get left alone in the lounge room, sharing an orange loveseat the Simpsons own. At first it's silent, apart from the fact the women are taking small sips from their full bodied red wine glasses. Sneaking glances at each other. Lois then downs the rest of her drink and stares at Marge. Marge freezes, her hand that is wrapped around her glass staying in the air. She looks at the ginger right in the eyes and blushes to the tip of her ears. Marge looks down and looks at her lap and clears her throat.
“Where are..um.. Homer and Peter?” Marge croaks out. Risking a glance at Lois, only to see her staring.
“They went out. They’re playing beer pong with the boys.” “We’re all alone.” Lois starts running her hand up Marge's thigh. Marge sucks in a sharp breath.
Lois turns so she can fully face the other. She can see blood creeping into the other woman's cheeks. Lois places her forefinger under Marge's chin to turn her head towards her. She licks her lips slightly and watches the blue haired ladies pupils dilate slightly. Marge starts breathing raggedly. Hazel eyes staring into Green. Lois’ eyes flicker back and forth, between eyes and lips. Marge whispers, barely audible.
“Kiss me.”
Lois does what she's told. Their lips just touching. Marge pulls back slightly just to be pulled back roughly. Two pairs of lips pressed together so hard you can feel the others’ teeth lines. Marge places her hands on the sides of the others’ face. At first it's pecks, but then it turns into making out. Then they gradually add a little tongue. Both of them letting out tiny whimpers. Lois pulls Marge in even closer by her pearled necklace. Marge slides off her heels without disconnecting their lips. She then pulls her left leg over Lois’ lap, straddling her.
Marge grabs the back of her neck and tugs lightly at the strands of hair.