Fic: Dance Partners
Title: Dance Partners
Author: coolbyrne
Pairing: H/N
Rating: R
Word count: 2266
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Shed Productions. Written for fun, not profit.
A/N: Mood is often more important in a sex scene than actual blunt description. I thought I’d focus the microscope a bit more on the tone and the setting in this one, rather than the actual bodily description. My thanks to roman_machine for the beta and support.
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The gray haze of the busy nightclub greeted her at the door, a split second ahead of the pounding beat of the overworked speakers. Even through her high heels, she could feel the bass tap out a staccato rhythm from the soles of her feet up her legs and settle in the pit of her stomach. Even as her pupils opened wide to adjust to the abrupt change in light, her hazel eyes squinted to identify forms through the smoky gauze. Bodies bumped against her as she brushed her way through the throng of the busy floor, but it was only one body she was interested in.
Under the low light of the bar's neon cacophony, she saw her as if there was no one else, and Helen's voice rose above the din. "Nikki."
The call wafted across the sea of smoke and the tall brunette lifted her head from her task behind the bar. A smile lit up her face, and the once-over she gave Helen was overt and obvious. She pursed her lips as if whistling at the sight. The heat of Nikki’s gaze created Helen’s own warmth, both on her cheeks and between her legs.
As she approached the bar, Nikki leaned her long frame over the countertop and lightly kissed Helen on the mouth. “You look bloody fantastic,” she purred. “You on the pull?”
Settling onto a stool, Helen shrugged and played along. “Maybe. I’ve had a lot of lonely nights- thought I might find some temporary companionship.”
“I see. Any type in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I’m not fussy, just horny.”
Nikki nearly dropped the glass she was drying. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward and searched Helen’s face. “Have you been drinking?”
“I may have had one or two before I arrived. Why?”
The brunette smiled. “Because the more you drink, the more you sound like a bloody American.”
“I do not,” she denied. Then, slightly relenting added, “Besides, it’s not like I said I was looking for a good lay.”
Nikki laughed. Gesturing to Helen’s short black sequin dress, she said, “I don’t think you’d have to go looking for it in that, darling. I suspect it would come to you.” When she saw Helen’s quizzical head tilt, Nikki clarified, “I’ve seen five women give you more than a lingering look the minute you entered the club.”
Helen swiveled in her stool. “Where are they?”
“One’s behind the bar.”
“Jamie?” Helen asked.
Nikki laughed at the idea of the 22-year old girl ogling Helen. Not to say that she didn’t, but Nikki was sure the girl had enough sense not to do it in Nikki’s presence. “No,” she replied, “I was referring to someone a bit older. A bit taller. And a fair bit more experienced in bed.”
“Well, I don’t necessarily need a bed.”
“Miss Stewart, you’re cut off.”
Protesting with a chuckle, Helen said, “Just one more? If I don’t get a drink and a dance out of things, I feel a bit cheap in the morning.”
Nikki could only shake her head. A commotion at the end of the bar caught her attention and she noticed Jamie had her hands full. “I’ve got to help Jamie for a bit,” she told Helen. “Can I trust you alone for five minutes?”
“You can trust me alone,” she promised. “It’s when I’m not alone you might have to worry.”
“I’ve got eyes in the back of my head. Behave yourself,” Nikki warned.
Turning in her seat, Helen took in a view of the club as she waited for Nikki to return. Despite all the joking, there was only one woman she wanted, and their opposite schedules only made that want more palpable. It had been almost two weeks since they had been able to spend any kind of real time together, carnal or otherwise. ‘Well,’ Helen thought, ‘if the mountain won’t come to Mohammed…’
A voice startled her out of her reverie. “See anything you fancy?”
Helen turned to face a grinning Nikki. “Yes,” was all she said, though her eyes spoke volumes. Looking down at the glass in front of her, she asked, “What’s this?”
“The drink you wanted,” Nikki replied. “It goes with the dance, remember?”
Helen’s eyebrows rose. “Does that mean I’m getting a dance?”
“As soon as you’ve finished the drink.”
Without further incentive, Helen picked up the glass and felt the cool liquid pour down her throat as she drank it in three large swallows. Putting the glass down slightly harder than she intended, she slapped her hand on the wood countertop and inquired, “Well?”
“Well, I’m on a 30-minute break, Miss Stewart,” Nikki answered as she came round the bar. “I’m all yours.”
As they made their way to the dance floor, it seemed like a typical club on a Friday night- an atmosphere of controlled chaos. A sea of bodies moved as one as the DJ cleverly spun a never-ending string of beats. The only light was the intermittent flash of colour from the halogen bulbs that were scattered across the ceiling. Red. Blue. White. Green. Yellow. Then back to the start again, seemingly working in time with the bass, creating a hypnotic feel.
Bodies were so tight that it wasn’t a matter of finding a space on the floor so much as creating one. Already, Helen could feel the sweat bead at her temples. Neither appeared to recognize the song that was playing, but it didn’t seem to matter. The rhythm shook their uncertainty and invited their bodies to move. The experienced DJ knew exactly how the body reacted to the low tones of the bass, and had set the sound up perfectly- placing the speakers six inches too low and the bass would have been worthless; six inches too high and it would have reverberated through the stomach, causing nausea. But set up as they were, the bass rumbled through the pubic bone, doing its job and setting the dancers writhing to the beat.
The soft fabric of Nikki’s dress slacks brushed against the soft skin of Helen’s inner thighs as the two women slowly gyrated against each other. Nikki had one hand on the shorter woman’s hip and the other hand at her side. Helen’s hands were free, sometimes swaying over her head, sometimes draped around Nikki’s neck. She would look at Nikki, whose visage alternated in the coloured lights, but when a particular piece of repeated music struck her, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
“I should take you dancing more often,” Nikki remarked loudly, in Helen’s ear. “You’re gorgeous.” Taking Helen’s hand lightly, she said, “Come on.” With her girlfriend pressed closely behind her, Nikki made a path through the crowd towards the booths that ringed the dance floor. Nikki sat down in the plush seat, but rather than sitting beside her, Helen straddled the brunette’s lap.
“I’m not done dancing yet,” the Scot pouted.
“Good,” Nikki answered, “because I’m not done watching you dance. I’ve got 15 minutes- how much will that cost me?”
She trailed a finger from Nikki’s collarbone to the top of the dip between her breasts. “The first one’s always free.” Slowly, she picked up where she left off on the dance floor and began swaying to the music that never seemed to end.
In any other setting, this would have raised more than an eyebrow in their direction, but in the dim surroundings of the club, where the alcohol and the music conspired to draw out a person’s inhibitions, no one looked twice. In fact, the curve of the booths was intentional- both Nikki and Trish knew the dark allure of going to a club and designed the place and chose the accessories accordingly. Now, Nikki was reaping the rewards of those decisions as her girlfriend moved in time with the music, her dress pushed dangerously up her thighs, her hair sweeping back and forth across her shoulders.
Nikki’s fingertips inched up under the hem of Helen’s dress and, when they slid up underneath to the curve of the Scot’s ass, Nikki stopped abruptly, then smirked with wide eyes. “You are on the pull!” she exclaimed through the music. “You’re not wearing pants.”
“All for naught, it seems. You’ve only got 10 minutes left.”
“Not necessarily for naught,” Nikki said.
“No?”
The feel of Nikki’s fingers slipping into her wetness made the woman stop cold. “Jesus!” Gripping Nikki’s wrist between their bodies, Helen pulled back and looked into the mischievous dark eyes. “Nikki…”
“Don’t worry, Helen. At worst, it will look like you’re making my night by giving me a lap dance, just like I see four other couples doing right now.”
Helen glanced around and it took three cycles of the lights before she could see what Nikki saw. It was just as she said- four couples all mirroring the very same thing Helen was doing. Still, her brow furrowed. “You’re not worried about people talking?”
Nikki’s brow went in the opposite direction. “You mean talk about me getting a lap dance from my gorgeous girlfriend? I’ll try and carry on through the scandal.” She playfully emphasized the last word and rolled her eyes. “It didn’t seem to bother you before I decided to get creative.” She twitched her fingers that were still buried inside Helen. “Or should I stop?”
Releasing her grip on Nikki’s wrist, Helen ordered, “Don’t you dare.”
Nikki smiled. “Then keep dancing.”
Hesitant at first, Helen’s movements were slow and subtle, but, as she grew more comfortable with the cover the dim lighting and the seating gave her, so did her motions. Tentative rotations became confident gyrations as she moved to the beat, her hips pushing down on Nikki’s fingers, then rising, only to push down again. She ran her fingers through the brunette’s short hair, damp at the nape of her neck. Nikki’s eyes were like black diamonds in the dark and the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as Helen turned the Scot on even more. Bringing her hands from around Nikki’s neck, she painted a trail down her collarbone and cupped her breasts through the silk shirt.
Nikki took a quick look around. “Careful.”
“Mmmm, I’m not allowed to touch, is that it?”
“Touch all you want when I get home, darling. But in five minutes, I’ve got to get back to work, and it’s going to be hard enough getting through the rest of the night with the feel of you on my fingers without having the feel of your fingers on me, too.” She leaned closer. “Besides, I’m concentrating so intently in making you come in front of all these people that I wouldn’t be able to properly enjoy your efforts.” The naked desire behind Nikki’s words made Helen lose focus momentarily. Nikki picked up on it immediately and noted, “You’re off the beat.”
“The beat can piss off,” Helen retorted and both women chuckled amid the moment. The smile died on Helen’s lips as Nikki curled her fingers. “Oh, Nikki,” she encouraged. “Yes.” With her hands braced on Nikki’s shoulders, Helen ground into the woman’s fingers, the music now forgotten, her body moving in time to an inner rhythm. She pressed her forehead against Nikki’s and simply repeated her newfound mantra. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Nikki reached around with her free hand and placed it between Helen’s shoulder blades. Holding her firmly, she rubbed her thumb against Helen’s clit and felt her jerk back against the protective hand. Helen’s fingers dug deep into Nikki’s shoulders as she worked in time with the brunette’s talented thumb. Lights flicked over their faces, colours changing, expressions cloudy with desire. Words now escaping her, Helen could only exhale short, hard bursts of warm breath against Nikki’s cheek, until a shudder rolled through her and she arched back, eyes closed, mouth open. Her nipples pressed hard against the satin fabric of her dress and the sight made Nikki groan.
“Yes,” Nikki moaned, repeating the only word Helen was able to say.
The music drowned out Helen’s release, though Nikki could feel it through her fingers pressed deep within the small woman, and through her palm on Helen’s back. The club carried on, unaware and caught up in its own sounds and rhythms. Helen leaned forward and rested her head on the willing shoulder, her ragged breath soft in Nikki’s ear.
“Just in time,” Nikki feigned nonchalantness. “My break just ended.”
Helen knew the woman long enough to recognize the playfulness in her voice and responded accordingly. “Sod off,” she said, her voice slowly returning to normal, as did her pulse, then she kissed the side of Nikki’s neck. “I could stay like this forever.”
“As much as I’d love that…”
“Killjoy,” Helen accused. She slid off Nikki’s lap and stood on wobbly legs. “Don’t look so smug,” she said when she saw the look on her girlfriend’s face. Pushing her dress back down, she shakily brushed back her hair from a sweaty brow. Nikki stood up and lightly kissed Helen on the mouth, then put her hand behind the shorter woman’s neck and pulled her into a deeper kiss. “You know,” Helen managed between Nikki’s eager lips, “as much as I love this…” She gasped as she felt Nikki’s tongue brush against her own. “You’re definitely going to make people talk.”
“If they only knew, yeah?” Nikki laughed against Helen’s mouth. “Come back to the bar. I’ll buy you a drink,” she offered.
“Will I get another dance with that?” Helen asked with a satisfied smile.
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Author: coolbyrne
Pairing: H/N
Rating: R
Word count: 2266
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Shed Productions. Written for fun, not profit.
A/N: Mood is often more important in a sex scene than actual blunt description. I thought I’d focus the microscope a bit more on the tone and the setting in this one, rather than the actual bodily description. My thanks to roman_machine for the beta and support.
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The gray haze of the busy nightclub greeted her at the door, a split second ahead of the pounding beat of the overworked speakers. Even through her high heels, she could feel the bass tap out a staccato rhythm from the soles of her feet up her legs and settle in the pit of her stomach. Even as her pupils opened wide to adjust to the abrupt change in light, her hazel eyes squinted to identify forms through the smoky gauze. Bodies bumped against her as she brushed her way through the throng of the busy floor, but it was only one body she was interested in.
Under the low light of the bar's neon cacophony, she saw her as if there was no one else, and Helen's voice rose above the din. "Nikki."
The call wafted across the sea of smoke and the tall brunette lifted her head from her task behind the bar. A smile lit up her face, and the once-over she gave Helen was overt and obvious. She pursed her lips as if whistling at the sight. The heat of Nikki’s gaze created Helen’s own warmth, both on her cheeks and between her legs.
As she approached the bar, Nikki leaned her long frame over the countertop and lightly kissed Helen on the mouth. “You look bloody fantastic,” she purred. “You on the pull?”
Settling onto a stool, Helen shrugged and played along. “Maybe. I’ve had a lot of lonely nights- thought I might find some temporary companionship.”
“I see. Any type in mind?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I’m not fussy, just horny.”
Nikki nearly dropped the glass she was drying. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward and searched Helen’s face. “Have you been drinking?”
“I may have had one or two before I arrived. Why?”
The brunette smiled. “Because the more you drink, the more you sound like a bloody American.”
“I do not,” she denied. Then, slightly relenting added, “Besides, it’s not like I said I was looking for a good lay.”
Nikki laughed. Gesturing to Helen’s short black sequin dress, she said, “I don’t think you’d have to go looking for it in that, darling. I suspect it would come to you.” When she saw Helen’s quizzical head tilt, Nikki clarified, “I’ve seen five women give you more than a lingering look the minute you entered the club.”
Helen swiveled in her stool. “Where are they?”
“One’s behind the bar.”
“Jamie?” Helen asked.
Nikki laughed at the idea of the 22-year old girl ogling Helen. Not to say that she didn’t, but Nikki was sure the girl had enough sense not to do it in Nikki’s presence. “No,” she replied, “I was referring to someone a bit older. A bit taller. And a fair bit more experienced in bed.”
“Well, I don’t necessarily need a bed.”
“Miss Stewart, you’re cut off.”
Protesting with a chuckle, Helen said, “Just one more? If I don’t get a drink and a dance out of things, I feel a bit cheap in the morning.”
Nikki could only shake her head. A commotion at the end of the bar caught her attention and she noticed Jamie had her hands full. “I’ve got to help Jamie for a bit,” she told Helen. “Can I trust you alone for five minutes?”
“You can trust me alone,” she promised. “It’s when I’m not alone you might have to worry.”
“I’ve got eyes in the back of my head. Behave yourself,” Nikki warned.
Turning in her seat, Helen took in a view of the club as she waited for Nikki to return. Despite all the joking, there was only one woman she wanted, and their opposite schedules only made that want more palpable. It had been almost two weeks since they had been able to spend any kind of real time together, carnal or otherwise. ‘Well,’ Helen thought, ‘if the mountain won’t come to Mohammed…’
A voice startled her out of her reverie. “See anything you fancy?”
Helen turned to face a grinning Nikki. “Yes,” was all she said, though her eyes spoke volumes. Looking down at the glass in front of her, she asked, “What’s this?”
“The drink you wanted,” Nikki replied. “It goes with the dance, remember?”
Helen’s eyebrows rose. “Does that mean I’m getting a dance?”
“As soon as you’ve finished the drink.”
Without further incentive, Helen picked up the glass and felt the cool liquid pour down her throat as she drank it in three large swallows. Putting the glass down slightly harder than she intended, she slapped her hand on the wood countertop and inquired, “Well?”
“Well, I’m on a 30-minute break, Miss Stewart,” Nikki answered as she came round the bar. “I’m all yours.”
As they made their way to the dance floor, it seemed like a typical club on a Friday night- an atmosphere of controlled chaos. A sea of bodies moved as one as the DJ cleverly spun a never-ending string of beats. The only light was the intermittent flash of colour from the halogen bulbs that were scattered across the ceiling. Red. Blue. White. Green. Yellow. Then back to the start again, seemingly working in time with the bass, creating a hypnotic feel.
Bodies were so tight that it wasn’t a matter of finding a space on the floor so much as creating one. Already, Helen could feel the sweat bead at her temples. Neither appeared to recognize the song that was playing, but it didn’t seem to matter. The rhythm shook their uncertainty and invited their bodies to move. The experienced DJ knew exactly how the body reacted to the low tones of the bass, and had set the sound up perfectly- placing the speakers six inches too low and the bass would have been worthless; six inches too high and it would have reverberated through the stomach, causing nausea. But set up as they were, the bass rumbled through the pubic bone, doing its job and setting the dancers writhing to the beat.
The soft fabric of Nikki’s dress slacks brushed against the soft skin of Helen’s inner thighs as the two women slowly gyrated against each other. Nikki had one hand on the shorter woman’s hip and the other hand at her side. Helen’s hands were free, sometimes swaying over her head, sometimes draped around Nikki’s neck. She would look at Nikki, whose visage alternated in the coloured lights, but when a particular piece of repeated music struck her, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
“I should take you dancing more often,” Nikki remarked loudly, in Helen’s ear. “You’re gorgeous.” Taking Helen’s hand lightly, she said, “Come on.” With her girlfriend pressed closely behind her, Nikki made a path through the crowd towards the booths that ringed the dance floor. Nikki sat down in the plush seat, but rather than sitting beside her, Helen straddled the brunette’s lap.
“I’m not done dancing yet,” the Scot pouted.
“Good,” Nikki answered, “because I’m not done watching you dance. I’ve got 15 minutes- how much will that cost me?”
She trailed a finger from Nikki’s collarbone to the top of the dip between her breasts. “The first one’s always free.” Slowly, she picked up where she left off on the dance floor and began swaying to the music that never seemed to end.
In any other setting, this would have raised more than an eyebrow in their direction, but in the dim surroundings of the club, where the alcohol and the music conspired to draw out a person’s inhibitions, no one looked twice. In fact, the curve of the booths was intentional- both Nikki and Trish knew the dark allure of going to a club and designed the place and chose the accessories accordingly. Now, Nikki was reaping the rewards of those decisions as her girlfriend moved in time with the music, her dress pushed dangerously up her thighs, her hair sweeping back and forth across her shoulders.
Nikki’s fingertips inched up under the hem of Helen’s dress and, when they slid up underneath to the curve of the Scot’s ass, Nikki stopped abruptly, then smirked with wide eyes. “You are on the pull!” she exclaimed through the music. “You’re not wearing pants.”
“All for naught, it seems. You’ve only got 10 minutes left.”
“Not necessarily for naught,” Nikki said.
“No?”
The feel of Nikki’s fingers slipping into her wetness made the woman stop cold. “Jesus!” Gripping Nikki’s wrist between their bodies, Helen pulled back and looked into the mischievous dark eyes. “Nikki…”
“Don’t worry, Helen. At worst, it will look like you’re making my night by giving me a lap dance, just like I see four other couples doing right now.”
Helen glanced around and it took three cycles of the lights before she could see what Nikki saw. It was just as she said- four couples all mirroring the very same thing Helen was doing. Still, her brow furrowed. “You’re not worried about people talking?”
Nikki’s brow went in the opposite direction. “You mean talk about me getting a lap dance from my gorgeous girlfriend? I’ll try and carry on through the scandal.” She playfully emphasized the last word and rolled her eyes. “It didn’t seem to bother you before I decided to get creative.” She twitched her fingers that were still buried inside Helen. “Or should I stop?”
Releasing her grip on Nikki’s wrist, Helen ordered, “Don’t you dare.”
Nikki smiled. “Then keep dancing.”
Hesitant at first, Helen’s movements were slow and subtle, but, as she grew more comfortable with the cover the dim lighting and the seating gave her, so did her motions. Tentative rotations became confident gyrations as she moved to the beat, her hips pushing down on Nikki’s fingers, then rising, only to push down again. She ran her fingers through the brunette’s short hair, damp at the nape of her neck. Nikki’s eyes were like black diamonds in the dark and the fact that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as Helen turned the Scot on even more. Bringing her hands from around Nikki’s neck, she painted a trail down her collarbone and cupped her breasts through the silk shirt.
Nikki took a quick look around. “Careful.”
“Mmmm, I’m not allowed to touch, is that it?”
“Touch all you want when I get home, darling. But in five minutes, I’ve got to get back to work, and it’s going to be hard enough getting through the rest of the night with the feel of you on my fingers without having the feel of your fingers on me, too.” She leaned closer. “Besides, I’m concentrating so intently in making you come in front of all these people that I wouldn’t be able to properly enjoy your efforts.” The naked desire behind Nikki’s words made Helen lose focus momentarily. Nikki picked up on it immediately and noted, “You’re off the beat.”
“The beat can piss off,” Helen retorted and both women chuckled amid the moment. The smile died on Helen’s lips as Nikki curled her fingers. “Oh, Nikki,” she encouraged. “Yes.” With her hands braced on Nikki’s shoulders, Helen ground into the woman’s fingers, the music now forgotten, her body moving in time to an inner rhythm. She pressed her forehead against Nikki’s and simply repeated her newfound mantra. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Nikki reached around with her free hand and placed it between Helen’s shoulder blades. Holding her firmly, she rubbed her thumb against Helen’s clit and felt her jerk back against the protective hand. Helen’s fingers dug deep into Nikki’s shoulders as she worked in time with the brunette’s talented thumb. Lights flicked over their faces, colours changing, expressions cloudy with desire. Words now escaping her, Helen could only exhale short, hard bursts of warm breath against Nikki’s cheek, until a shudder rolled through her and she arched back, eyes closed, mouth open. Her nipples pressed hard against the satin fabric of her dress and the sight made Nikki groan.
“Yes,” Nikki moaned, repeating the only word Helen was able to say.
The music drowned out Helen’s release, though Nikki could feel it through her fingers pressed deep within the small woman, and through her palm on Helen’s back. The club carried on, unaware and caught up in its own sounds and rhythms. Helen leaned forward and rested her head on the willing shoulder, her ragged breath soft in Nikki’s ear.
“Just in time,” Nikki feigned nonchalantness. “My break just ended.”
Helen knew the woman long enough to recognize the playfulness in her voice and responded accordingly. “Sod off,” she said, her voice slowly returning to normal, as did her pulse, then she kissed the side of Nikki’s neck. “I could stay like this forever.”
“As much as I’d love that…”
“Killjoy,” Helen accused. She slid off Nikki’s lap and stood on wobbly legs. “Don’t look so smug,” she said when she saw the look on her girlfriend’s face. Pushing her dress back down, she shakily brushed back her hair from a sweaty brow. Nikki stood up and lightly kissed Helen on the mouth, then put her hand behind the shorter woman’s neck and pulled her into a deeper kiss. “You know,” Helen managed between Nikki’s eager lips, “as much as I love this…” She gasped as she felt Nikki’s tongue brush against her own. “You’re definitely going to make people talk.”
“If they only knew, yeah?” Nikki laughed against Helen’s mouth. “Come back to the bar. I’ll buy you a drink,” she offered.
“Will I get another dance with that?” Helen asked with a satisfied smile.
-end.