Tattoos writhing like living things on their flesh, the lesbians stand on the stairs, their boots on the cold steps. One leans in, her tongue tracing the other's shaved lips, a low moan escaping as she tastes her lover's desire. She pushes her fingers inside, feeling the heat and wetness, before replacing them with her mouth, sucking and licking, her tongue delving deep as they climb higher, their bodies entwined, lost in their passion.