Tatum nodded shakily, never breaking her eyes from Mackenzie's as she spoke. She wanted to make it clear that she was, for all intents in purposes, all right with this. She should have known it was inevitable, no matter how much she protested, she wanted the older girl. Mackenzie herself, as far as Tatum knew, always got what she wanted. If they had this mutual attraction, Mackenzie had all these feelings, and as much as Tatum tried to hold herself under control, things were bound to happen. The blonde was still that brave girl who had seemingly saved her whole world in freshman year, been her hero from then on, and she owed it to the blonde to let at least some of her true affection shine through. Maybe if they got this out of their systems, they could just move on with their lives again for a while before it happened again. They'd be back to their routine.

She could go back to adoring Frankie tomorrow, and she would never speak of this again except possibly under the threat of death. But tonight, she was Mack's.

"I d-don't know if I can stop," the redhead managed, caught in another rough kiss that shut her eyes almost instantly. There was so much that needed to be said through the kiss, and Tatum felt sloppy and inexperienced. Mack was, after all, only the third girl that she had ever even kissed. And one of the other two kisses had been so long ago, she wasn't sure grade-school kisses even counted. She tried her best, occasionally pulling at the older girl's lip again, knowing now that she quite enjoyed that one.

The hand sliding up her shirt distracted her from obsessing over the kiss, as she broke it off, panting briefly before starting it up again, more desperate this time as she arched against the older girl. She felt the hand cup her breast, and she gasped slightly into the kiss, lifting her back a little off of the bed and into the other girl's grip. She had never been told she was in control before, and she didn't even know where to begin.

"Here," she breathed quietly, their kiss broken again, Tatum licking her lips slightly. Her head still felt a little dizzy with the urgency of it all, and she found herself impatient as she reached down and grabbed the bottom of Mackenzie's hoodie, yanking it up roughly and exposing the blonde girl's bare stomach. "Off," she instructed, still breathless, as she continued her task of trying to haul the garment from her friend's body.