Have a beverage with me

Natalie leans across the private bar and asks Cindy what she’s drinking, but her eyes are already sliding lower, following the line of Cindy’s dress where it cuts deep between her breasts. They’re both polished, legs long, heels sharp, too much skin and not enough fabric. Conversation disappears fast. One step closer and Natalie’s hand finds Cindy’s waist, slides down, pulls her in. Cindy answers with her tongue, tasting Natalie’s lip gloss, parting her lips so the kiss deepens. They don’t look at the clock. Phone stays on the bar. Natalie slips her hand under the hem, finds bare thigh, warm and smooth, and Cindy spreads just enough to let her in. Fingers slip beneath lace, Cindy swallows a moan and presses back, hips shifting, wet heat meeting Natalie’s touch. They kiss like they’ve got hours and take them anyway. Skin against skin, slick and sweet, they forget the club entirely.