Care To Dance, Hun?

Late night at a small diner. Serene wipes down the counter in her uniform, blonde hair pinned back, while Alexis sits alone with her coffee. She should have left hours ago. "You can stay," Serene tells her. The jukebox hums low. Serene keeps working, hips swaying to the song, and Alexis watches from her stool, small fingers tapping the table in time. Their eyes keep meeting. Serene finishes the last table, straightens up, and holds out her hand. Alexis takes it. They move together between the empty booths, bodies brushing, breasts pressing close—Serene's heavy against Alexis's slighter frame. The kiss comes quick. Serene cups Alexis's face and parts her lips. Alexis yields, hands sliding up Serene's waist. Fingers soon dip under fabric, Serene stroking between Alexis's legs while Alexis moans into her mouth.