Leah stood leaning against the bar with her back facing the bars edge. She agreed to come out tonight only because she was tired of being cooped up inside and need a break. She was still angry and hurt about Sam and she wasn't near ready to get over it. Her mind was constantly bombarded with images of Sam and Emily together and it hurt her over and over.

"Go and talk to someone. Don't just stand there." Leah rolled her eyes at Paul and sipped from her drink. She didn't want to go and talk to someone, she wanted to stay here and just watch people.

"Fine. Your loss." Leah rolled her eyes, again, at Paul and turned back to her drink once more.

The lights were flashing and the music was pounding. Everywhere she looked someone somewhere was dancing or sucking face or even talking, but not her.

"Excuse me, I'm trying to score with this chick here, but she's being a little resistant. Could you hold this drink for me please?" Leah raised an eyebrow and held the drink anyway. She watched very carefully as the guy, who looked like an even deuchier version of Paul, poured something into the glass.

Leah looked from the glass to him and without hesitation, she slammed the glass on the counter. It shattered and the drink went everywhere drawing attention of the people around them.

"You don't put damn roofies in a woman's drink you slimy bastard." The guy stuttered for a few seconds and Leah could feel her temper starting to flare. She was not going to let this idiot get away with it.

"You his date?" Leah noticed that a woman was returning to his side, her hair covering her face from view. The woman turned and looked at Leah before nodding lightly.

Leah was taken back and her mouth almost dropped to the floor. She couldn't believe what was happening right in front of her. She clamped her mouth shut and clenched her hands, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her palms.

"You ever try that again and I'll kill you!" Leah grabbed the man by the collar and threw him away from the bar, the woman he was with stood there in shock.

"Get the hell out of here you asshole!" Leah felt rage taking over her body and she had to tell herself to breath before she burst into her furry self.

"Was he going to put roofies in my drink?" Leah turned back to the woman and felt her rage melt away. She looked over this sexy person in front of her and felt her mouth start to go dry.

This woman, this sexy siren, was making Leah's blood pump through her veins. She wanted her. Not just to have and pleasure but she wanted to protect her and keep her safe. Leah had imprinted. On a woman.

"I wouldn't let the asshole do that to you." The woman stares at Leah and a thought ran through her head, stopping all hope dead in her tracks. Leah had imprinted on a woman and this woman, her imprint may be straight.

"My knight in sexy shorts." The woman smiled and raised her hand for the bartender to come over.

Leah took this chance to look over her sexy imprint and licked her lips. Her sexy little babe was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. She was short, 5'5" with short legs and a short torso, but she had powerful thighs and a sexy, ass. She was busty, but not disproportionated to her body size. Leah figured she would be considered plus sized, maybe a size 14 or 16, but Leah couldn't give a damn what size she was. She was beautiful and sexy to her.

"Yeah I guess so." Leah licked her lips once more and looked at her clear, darker skin. She wasn't native, she figured she was part African American, with her kinky/wavy hair dark brown hair. She had full lips and a small, button like nose. To Leah, she was perfect.

"I'm Leah." Leah extended her hand and the woman turned to her, smiling with a set of white teeth.

"I'm Nevaeh. Nice to meet you Leah." Nevaeh took a step closer to Leah, as she was being crowded out from the other side and smiled up at her.

"Let me buy my rescuer a drink." Leah smiled and nodded. She finally understood why those idiots who had imprinted were so happy. She had never felt happier.

"I was just doing my duty." Leah took a chance. She took a chance and placed her hand on the back of Nevaeh's back and rubbed in a slow circle. The dress she was wearing felt smooth and silky under touch and she shuddered at the thought of her skin on this sexy siren's.

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Okay so I just want to say that I am writing this as a married, straight Caucasian woman, so I have never written a story like this. I have no experience dealing with the prejudice that lesbians go through not have I dealt with the prejudice that African American women go through. I do have experience being plus sized. Hope you like it!