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The club was alive as she entered the place, bodies dancing, swaying on music that blasted from the speakers. After a thorough inspection of the place, which Tarn told herself was out of habit but was actually to calm her nerves as she made her way to the bar.
It was a task to get pass the drunken bodies. She carefully started her journey only to be collided with a back of a woman. Instinctively she held the woman by her shoulders, tilting her head back slightly to get light brown hair out of her sight that trickled her face.
Tarn registered too things; the woman was slightly shorter than her, and she smelled really really good. Like intoxicatedly good.
When the woman in question gained her balance and turned back Tarn had to hold her breath for a moment. Her mouth went shut and her brain was blank.
The woman..or the girl was younger than her, that was her third realization. Her face was devoid of any age lines of wrinkles if not for a tiny freckled that set below her nose proudly, Tarn didn't see a flaw on her porcelain and smooth skin. She had amber with her eyelashes of an angel.
She was an angel, Tarn decided.
When her innocent face broke into a sheepish smile with showed her gums, and her mouth opened to offer an apology, Tarn couldn't help but smile back and shake her head to convey she had no problem (or that you can collide with me anytime you want) but no word left her lips as she let go of the arms of woman she was still holding on. And made her way to the bar finally.
Upon sitting, her eyes drifted back to the dance floor once again. She was surprised to see the girl still looking at her. She offered a smile and the girl smiled back. That sent her heart in a frenzy.
She turned her face to the bar tender but he was busy with the other customers so she settled to inspection once again. Her eyes mapped the area and she tried to not look at the dance floor again.
The club apparently had another floor upon it; she registered room numbers. Presumably for people who are too drunk to go home rest here for the night. Or maybe a couple too desperate to fuck for a ride home.
Her attention was stolen by the chair next to her being occupied, when she turned her face towards the “thief” she stopped breathing once again.
It was the same girl. Now smiling politely at her.
"I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you." She said in an angelic voice and Tarn found difficulty in processing her words as her eyes drifted to Vicky’s chest. She was wearing a peach top and her necklace hung low, really low below her neck line. Tarn told herself the necklace was just really very attractive.
"Yeah.. no, it's alright." Tarn realized her hands were sweaty and she rubbed them against her pants.
"May I buy you a drink?" The girl offered, tilting her head downward and her eyebrows slightly raised.
Between her eyes and her full lips Tarn was confused what feature was more attractive.
"Sure.. ah I am Tarn by the way." She rasped. The smile she received in return was a full toothy grin.
"Vicky." She excitedly offered a hand for Tarn to shake. When Tarn slid her hand into her it was as soft as her personality. It was smooth and so soft that Tarn grew a little conscious about her sweaty rough hands. But the girl kept looking at her face unblinkingly and rubbed her thumb against the back of her hand that made Tarn swallow.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), the bartender finally attended to them and made their hands drift apart.
When Tarn asked him for a non-alcoholic drink, she felt Vicky looking at her in surprise. Her confused face was adorable enough to make Tarn explain herself.
"I have a shift tonight, I can't drink. I just came here to relax..and maybe dance the tension away." She looked at the dance floor full of people jumping and dancing carelessly, with envy.
"So, why don't you?" Vicky's question was simple and asked with such innocence, pure curiosity that made her stomach flutter.
"Uhmm. I guess I can't really dance. I mean I have never...I am shy." There she laid her truth.
Vicky scoffed like it was no problem and took her hands in her own and made her stand up from her seat with her.
"To dance, You don't have to know how. That’s the whole point of clubs. You just move your body and let the music guide you." She took the lead on their way to the stage.
Tarn looked at her hand clasped in Vicky's soft grip and smiled to herself like a fool.
Upon reaching the floor Vicky turned to her once again and pulled her close. Her hand that wasn't holding Vicky's shot out to grab on something apparently that was Vicky's waist. She looked for any reactions but it seemed the girl didn't care. And they began to dance.
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3 minutes in and Tara regretted every decision she has made in life that led her to this club and behind this woman that was practically grinding her back all over Tara’s front. Oh she was no Angel, but the exact opposite.
She wasn't sure how many times she had swallowed, her mouth was dry at this point. A very suggestive move by Vicky made Tara’s hand shoot right on her hips to keep her dignity intact, any minute now she would start to hump her ass if Vicky didn't stop.
But she let herself loose for once any logical thought was leaving her brain slowly. Her eyes began to close and her hands started to pull vicky closer rather than pushing. Her own hips began to move as she grinded into her ass. One of her hands slid from her waist to the front of Vicky's thighs and her fingers pressed into the inner side of her legs.
The audible breath intake by vicky at that action wasn't lost to Tara, she leaned her face closer to her neck, and nuzzled her nose up to her jaw, vicky was moving her head in sync and her own hand covered tara’s on her tight and the other holding tara’s face, and Tara pressed a kiss to her jaw, trailing towards her lips.
Her lips tickled Vicky's and her hand moved closer where Vicky wanted her. Her gripped tightened and Vicky gasped but it was soon covered by Tara's lips.
She sucked and bit and kissed her filthily, inserting her tongue and licking into Vicky's. She turned to face Tara not breaking the kiss and her hands pulled Tara impossibly closer by her neck.
Tara’s hands were all over her back and her waist they caressed her back all the way up to her shoulders and then down again as they both turned their heads on either side to deepen the kiss. Battling tongues and teeth.
They kissed and kissed until oxygen became necessary, she pulled away only to trail her lips down her jaw and below her ear, one particular spot made Vicky dig her nails in her shoulder and she sucked it making Vicky whine into her neck.
The sound was delicious but it also made her aware of the surroundings.
A man with a girl in his arms started at them smirking, she was squeezing her ass and grinding into her while making eye contact with Tara.
It made her furious and she looked at Vicky who was also looking disgusted as the man blew her a kiss.
“Ok what they fuck, lets just get out of here .. and dont look at him” Vicky said in a stern tone when Tara glared at him hoping he would get the message but it was only giving him validation.
Vicky lead Tara away from the crowd, they ended up in a isolated terras separated by glass doors, vicky pulled a card to scan and the doors open. She led Tara outside in the fresh air.