Tatum's brain was screaming with protest, panicking and stammering reasons for just how wrong this was. Not even that it was Mack on the other end of the kiss, although that was strange enough, but that she was doing this to Frankie. She had promised the world to the brunette, swore she'd never hurt her, told her she loved her. She meant all of it, but how was she supposed to stop herself? Was she really such a bad person?

She had a feeling that she would think so once the haze of the moment cleared around them.

The redhead let out a little whimper of her own as Mack's tongue touched her, and the younger girl parted her lips obediently, her own tongue pressing forward cautiously. The blonde tasted like cinnamon, the same as the gum she always stole from Tatum. It almost made it better, and the shorter girl tried to hold in another whimper as Mack shifted them around. She flopped onto her back easily, looking up at the older girl with half-lidded eyes for a moment.

There wasn't even a moment to spare before Mack was on top of her, and then Tatum was back at it, her teeth fastening around Mack's lower lip briefly, before pressing into another kiss, more desperate this time. She wanted to say something, knew they needed to stop before they went too far into this, but it was what they needed. Mackenzie needed her, and she needed Mackenzie. It was just one night. Tomorrow, she'd have her best friend back, no matter what.

Tonight, this just made her feel safe, feel better. All of the shit going on around them didn't matter for the moment.