Erica sat in the club, lights flashed every few seconds, revealing facing and moving bodies. Her eyes searched the crowd, trying to find someone recognizable. Derek had drug her and her and Issac to the "underground" rave that wasn't so underground, and Issac had disappeared within seconds. He was overly obsessed with hunting the Kanima and Erica was overly tired of hearing about it. Scott and Allison were supposed to be here soon as well. Erica definitely had a body to show off now, but she felt strangely estranged from the world tonight, and wanted to save the action for Allison. Feeling agitated, Erica stood up and walked to the entrance, where she bumped straight into Allison.

"Thank God you're finally here," she stated immediately, "I've had to watch Jackson lurk in the crowd for hours."

"Sorry that my life doesn't revolve around you," Allison replied, "Now let's go find him."

They both walked into the mass of swaying people, Erica's werewolf senses led her straight to where Jackson was standing.

"Hey Jackson," she whispered in his ear, "Wanna have some fun?"

Allison stood nearby, observing the talk. Her stomach lurched when Erica began dancing around Jackson.

"I know exactly what you are trying to do," Jackson acknowledged through gritted teeth. He lifted his hands to Erica's arms and extracted his claws, sinking them deep into her skin. She cried out in pain as he drug them down her limbs, drawing blood.

Allison, sensing her distress, pushed her way through the audience until she reached Erica. She grabbed her waist and yanked her away from Jackson, who shot her a menacing look. "Let's dance," she exclaimed, throwing herself in front of Erica.

Their bodies began moving rhythmically together and Erica could feel the heat radiating between them. Allison rested her hands above her head and Erica began running her hands all over her stomach, grinding the front of her body against Allison's backside. A tingling sensation shot through Allison's abdomen when their bodies touched; Erica sensed her arousal and grinned, turning to face her. They brushed chests and Erica wrapped her arms around Allison's neck, jerking her even closer. She felt Allison's hot breath of her neckline for a moment before she pushed her away abruptly.

"He's gone," she shouted in her ear, "we don't have to put on a show anymore."

"Was it really a show?" Erica asked, watching Allison's gaze avoid her all together. "Are you any chance bi-polar?" The blonde enquired.

"What?" Allison responded with surprise.

"Well one minute you're acting like I'm not even here, and the next you're dry humping me in front of everyone."

Allison blushed at Erica's words, "No, I'm not bi-polar," she practically said to herself. Her eyes fell on Erica's arm; it was still bleeding an inconsiderable amount. Erica's stare fell their as well. "Are you going to do something about that?" she asked.

"Not really," Erica replied, "I figured I'd just wait until it heals."

"But it's not healing."

"It will," she yelled unsurely over the music.

"Why don't you come home with me. I could fix it up real quick for you."

"What about your parents? Aren't they like, you know, hunters?"

"They aren't home," she encouraged, pulling on Erica's arm.

"Whatever," Erica countered.

They left hand in hand, not even bothering to see if Jackson was looking.

Allison drove fast and they arrived at her house in fifteen minutes; the car ride was painfully quiet. They both headed inside, Erica following closely behind Allison. She led her up to her room; flipping on her lamp she turned to face Erica.

"Wait here," she instructed, leaving Erica alone for a moment. She returned with cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. Allison unscrewed the cap, dabbing a cotton ball with the alcohol she rubbed it on Erica's arm, making her wince. "Why hasn't this healed yet?"

"Something about the Kanima's venom," Erica stated.

Allison threw the cotton ball on her dresser and swiveled to face Erica. She looked her up and down a few times, "Wow," she giggled.

"What?" Erica said defensively.

"You have beautiful eyes."

"I have beautiful everything," Erica sneered in return.

Allison stared at the ground; she gently pushed herself closer to the blonde, keeping a firm grip on her waist. She looked her in the eyes again, wishing she hadn't; they had a gravitational pull. Their lips met, gradually evolving into a kiss of passion. Erica tugged on the brunette's lower lip, drawing a low moan from her throat. Allison moved her hands to the back on Erica's neck, thrusting her up against the wall and luring her back to her mouth roughly. She shoved her tongue down the blonde's moist cavern and Erica was surprised; she thought she'd be the one to take that bold step. Even though she was thoroughly enjoying the moment, Erica's conscience caught up to reality. She placed her hands on the brunette's shoulders, nudging her back softly.

"What are you doing?"

"Showing you exactly how beautiful I think you are," Allison whispered slyly.

Erica couldn't resist her any longer; she sealed their lips again, sighing with relief. Before she could even savor them again, Allison pulled away, watching Erica.

"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head, "that was the wrong thing to do."

"Well if you're going to do the wrong things, do them right," Erica responded, pushing Allison on her bed a little harder than intended. She collapsed on top of her, kissing her again.

This time, Allison accepted her physique over her body and whined as Erica peeled up her shirt a little, caressing her stomach. Their chests touched each other ever so slightly and a grumble escaped Erica's mouth.

Allison guided Erica's lips to her neck, and she grazed it coarsely with her tongue, leading it in a straight line down in between her breasts. "You growled at me," Allison teased. She rubbed her hands along Erica's spine before maneuvering her shirt over head. Erica's body glistened with sweat and the necklace she wore dangled in between them, ticking Allison's skin. Allison wriggled free of her top and then proceeded to assist Erica in taking off her jean shorts. Their breaths mingled for a moment as Erica slid free of her close fitting skirt. They stared at each other for a second before flipping positions; Allison braced herself on her elbows above Erica.

"I like you better on top," Erica breathed before wrenching their lips together another time. She whimpered as Allison began ploying her hands all over her body, massaging her legs and arms.

"Why do I want you do bad?" Allison groaned, running her fingers through the blonde's hair.

"I believe that's called lust sweetheart," Erica replied, wrapping her legs around Allison's torso.

Allison chuckled and kissed Erica's collarbone. She let all of her weight down on her as her hands ran up Erica's arms, entwining their fingers. After a moment Erica slid one of her hands free and played with Allison's hair. They lay in each other's presence, feeling each other breathe heavily. Allison then locked their lips again, tracing Erica's lips with her tongue provocatively. The sound of tires scraping against the concrete filled Erica's ears.

"Shit," she muttered, abandoning their kiss.

"What is it?"

"Your parents are home," Erica answered, propelling Allison off of her body. In a flash she had pulled on her skirt and shirt. Her hair was messy when she turned to Allison, "We should do this again sometime," she smiled, "It was fun." She leaned in a pecked Allison on the lips one last time before running to the window and climbing out.

Allison stood in astonishment, searching for the taste of Erica's lips on hers. She slowly pulled on her clothes, just before her mom and dad entered her room. Their eyes wandered over her face, as if they could tell she been doing something wrong, but Mrs. Argent smiled sweetly.

"What have you been up to honey?" She asked innocently.

"I've been studying all night," Allison replied, biting her lips. She could definitely still taste Erica's luscious lips on hers and she brought her hands to her mouth, covering a grin. They tasted good.