Just adding this here as well as LJ. Song is - All The Colours by Angus and Julia Stone.
Quinn may have been there by work decree, initially, but the generously unlimited tab was doing wonders to make the night more tolerable. Okay, truth be told the bar was kind of cute. It had a Hawaiian theme going, complete with straw hut bar and an open plan deck looking out onto Miami Beach. Enough drinks and you could almost imagine that you were in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Her colleagues had long since dispersed into the crowd, probably on the pull if the last time they all went out together was anything to go by. That night had been enlightening to say the least; who'd have thought the executive secretary had a thing for facial piercings. Not that she could judge, she'd dated a guy with a mohawk once.
Mingling wasn't really Quinn's thing, or at least tonight it wasn't, so she was more than content to sit on the cushioned bamboo bar stool and sip her Piña colada, watching the crowded room ebb and flow with people. Anyone looking at her might think she was bored or lonely, but it was not so. Quinn just really liked to people watch. There was so much you could learn by just observing. Tonight was fairly busy and the room was heaving with people, ranging from girls with bamboo skirts and bikinis to guys with dress shirts unbuttoned obnoxiously low. Actually, they were pretty much the only two types of people in the room at the moment now that she thought about it. How original.
She was feeling both unique and slightly out of place in her knee length flowered skirt and tight yellow shirt trimmed with lace. It was a cute outfit, not what she'd call sexy or bar appropriate but then Quinn wasn't exactly here to pull, and even if she were there wasn't a single person in the room who didn't look sleazy and generic. She couldn't help quirking a smile to herself at how alcohol always brought out the judgemental bitch in her. Well fuck it, as long as they were just thoughts she was safe.
But of course it was too much to expect to be left to sit in peace for the evening; bar protocol dictated that a woman sitting alone must be lonely and wanted to be chatted up. Quinn had spotted the tall man eyeing her from across the room for a couple of minutes before, sure enough, he eventually began swaggering towards her, shirt unbuttoned low to reveal a fairly average chest which she assumed is why he'd compensated with half a tub of gel in his hair. Not her type by a very long shot.
He leant cockily against the bar, leaning in closer than was even remotely necessary and offered to buy her a drink. He didn't even bother to try and ask her name, just straight to the point without preamble. Classy, Quinn mused. She lifted her still half full drink pointedly and politely declined, crossing her legs and turning her head slightly away to watch the crowd once more, hoping he'd catch the body language and swagger right on back to where he came from. No such luck.
"Babe I couldn't help noticing you looked a little lonely over here," Of course you did, "And I figured I'd be a gentleman and come keep you company, unless maybe you want to go grab a seat at one of the booths near the back." He jerked his head towards the darkened back corner of the room where the few booths already occupied held couples in various states of fornication. No, there was definitely no subtlety to this asshole, she thought.
"Actually I was enjoying a little time to myself to be honest so..." She trailed off. Quinn could be honest too.
"Aww come on hun, what's one drink? I'm a friendly guy and you look like you could use a chat," He waggled his eyebrows leeringly rendering his almost kind offer completely moot. Quinn was done with this.
"No actually I'm pretty fine not chatting, in fact I'm so fine with it I'm going to go ahead and not chat over here now." She finished off the rest of her drink, placing the glass on the counter and slid off the bar stool. Without so much as a glance to see how her dismissal had been received, she made her way into the crowded dance floor.
She had no real interest in dancing, in fact she had been perfectly happy where she was, but leaving was just the easiest way to get her point across. She threaded her way through the throng of dancing bodies, making her way closer to the deck. The music pumped out across the dance floor, a lazy rolling beat that kind of had her wanting to move, or maybe that was the drinks finally having an effect. She swayed as she walked, enjoying the rhythm and the way the cool ocean breeze drifted into the warm room through the wide open doors.
As she floated through the mass of people, suddenly the crowd parted as if by some unseen force and she caught a glimpse of a tall blonde girl dancing by herself out on the deck. Quinn came to a halt where she stood transfixed at the sight. The fairy lights from the deck illuminated soft blonde hair as the girl rocked and swayed to the slow beat, eyes closed and hands twisting and twirling through air as she dipped ever so slightly, thrusting her hips back before straightening again.
The girl was the perfect embodiment of the bar's theme, tiny denim shorts matching with a form fitting white tank top, topped off with a straw hat and a wooden beaded necklace. She even completed the look with a leather anklet and cute straw sandals. The girl was such a far cry from the other slutty and overdone women in the room, who were busy flinging themselves up against anything with a pulse. This girl, Quinn thought, moved to the beat of her own drum. It was alluring.
At that moment the song shifted into another slow tempo, almost reggae song Quinn recognised as Angus and Julia Stone. The girl adjusted her dancing accordingly, slipping effortlessly into the new rhythm and swaying in time again. The bass line thudded through Quinn's body as she stood still amidst a throng of pulsing bodies, eyes locked onto the hypnotic creature in front of her.
Red and yellow, pink and green, purple and orange and orange and blue,
Are all of the colours I see my love, every time I see you.
Quinn took a step forward, and another, slowly drawing closer to the dancer without even realising her feet were moving. She drifted amongst the crowd, eyes never leaving the sight before her for more than a second as she navigated blindly to the night air. As soon as her feet hit the wooden boards of the deck, as if sensing her presence, crystal blue eyes opened and locked onto Quinn's, quizzical yet piercing. The game was up, Quinn had been caught staring and she figured the girl would probably stop dancing or at the least shoot her a look that clearly implied she was some sort of creep.
Instead the girl kept her eyes to Quinn's as she dipped lower again, this time placing her hands on her legs and running them down the length of her thighs, thrusting her hips out so that her back arched outwards then straightened again, sliding her hands up her body as she did. The girl's light blue eyes never left her own, and Quinn found she couldn't have looked away if she'd wanted to, momentary embarrassment at having be caught completely gone.
Quinn wasn't even into women, well there was that one time in high school where she'd gotten a little experimental, but Lord knows half the girls on that cheerleading squad were hooking up anyway. Since then though she'd never felt the desire to cross that line with a woman again, yet here she stood, hungrily eyeing a complete stranger.
She was mesmerised, hypnotised by the sway of those hips undulating to the beat, the tall lithe body flowing like liquid. She took another step forward fully aware that the girl's eyes were still trained on her as she danced, her every move now a performance solely for Quinn and the other people in the room faded to white noise.
I don't know if I'll survive,
In this magical land behind your eyes.
Close enough now to reach out and touch the girl Quinn felt suddenly unsure what to do, did she dance, or should she say something? At this distance she could see the light freckles dusting the flawless skin on the girls face. That and the tanned skin told Quinn this girl clearly lived the California life, carefree and practically the polar opposite of the suit and briefcase world of the business district that Quinn knew. People sure as hell didn't move like that where she lived.
A smile, both encouraging and devious played across the girls lips as she noticed Quinn's sudden state of indecision. Without warning the girl reached out and tugged on Quinn's wrist, pulling her forward fast enough that she was sure they'd collide, yet at the last second the taller girl disappeared from view and it wasn't until she felt a warm body press against her back that she realised the other girl had slipped in behind her. How did she even do that, Quinn thought. It was like some kind of magic.
I'm so wasted on you.
"Hey." A soft voice spoke directly into her ear just as two hands slid onto her hips, holding on with a firm yet gentle grasp and swaying their bodies together. God did that those hands feel good at her waist.
"Hey," She replied, mouth a little dry despite having skulled half a Piña colada not minutes ago. As if the carefree sense of weightlessness infusing into her limbs wasn't already proof enough of that.
"Up for a little dance?" The voice was playful, challenging. A shiver ran down Quinn's spine.
"Sure" Quinn shrugged. What harm was one little dance anyway? She was supposed to be having fun tonight so fuck it, that's exactly what she was going to do.
The warm body pressed in tighter so that she could feel the swell of the girl's breasts against her back, mouth still close to Quinn's ear so that each breath tickled the back of her neck. The hands slid imperceptibly lower and further around so that fingertips pressed into the spot just inside her hip bones. They moved together, slave to the music as the rumbling bass thudded through their joined bodies.
Quinn could feel the slow gyrating warming her up despite the cool night air, something about the mystery of the stranger grinding behind her feeling very seductive. Quinn realised that she didn't even know the other girl's name.
"So what's your name?" Quinn asked. She felt the girl chuckle, the vibration rumbling through their bodies and a small puff of air brushing the back of her ear.
"Brittany." Came the soft voice again.
"I'm Quinn."
"Mmm Quinn," The girl rolled the word on her tongue, "I've always liked that name."
"Yeah?" Quinn blushed at how strangled her voice sounded. She was a marketing executive for God's sake, words should not be this difficult to handle.
"Mmhmm"
I'm so wasted on you.
Hands trailed around further, finding the edge of her shirt where a single finger slipped underneath, touching the bare skin on Quinn's stomach. She could feel the muscles tense under the light touch, something akin to electricity sparking where the soft pad of the index finger drew tiny circles on her abs. Emboldened by the pleasant reaction, the hands slipped up further beneath her top, palms now rested totally against her taught stomach.
Quinn had no idea what game this girl - Brittany - was playing but she was suddenly more than willing to find out.
The double bass deepened and the girl behind her ground her hips forward before dipping lower like she had earlier, only now her body was gyrating against Quinn's as she descended, low enough that the hands trailed down the sides of Quinn's hips to the tops of her thighs before returning up again. Brittany dragged her whole body against Quinn's as she straightened, hips now rolling against her ass in time to the rhythm and pressing closer and harder than before.
Quinn wanted more than anything to see the girl's face; she wanted to know what those eyes were saying. She could imagine a cheeky grin playing across soft lips as she thrust forward once more, eliciting a tiny gasp from Quinn who was definitely getting hot now. Did they have heaters or something on out here? Because despite the slow pace of the dance she was beginning to sweat. The contact was starting to feel good, she wanted more. She needed more.
As the girl pushed forward once more Quinn reciprocated adding her own momentum backwards so that when their hips met they ground together mercilessly. With satisfaction Quinn noted a hitch in the other girl's breathing at the friction, their slow grinding quickly becoming something far more illicit. If not for the alcohol and the sheer magnetism of what they were doing, Quinn would almost have been worried about exhibiting such behaviour in public, but all things considered right now she didn't give a damn.
Oh my head is spinning around,
And I can't see clearly right now.
"You're good at this," The voice was a little huskier now, slightly breathless Quinn thought, not without a hint of pride.
"Mmm I know." Cocky? Maybe. But now that she knew she wasn't the only one feeling the effects of what they were doing she felt a little thrill of anticipation at the direction things were moving.
"Makes me wonder," Brittany started, her fingers trailing lower on Quinn's waist so that two fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her skirt, "What else you're good at." Quinn couldn't repress the shudder from tingling down her spine, and again she heard that throaty chuckle in her ear.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Quinn smirked. This game was getting interesting.
"Maybe I would." The voice was seductive, and yet still held a tone of honest playfulness that didn't sound expectant in the least. This girl was something else.
One of the hands on her stomach started to inch higher across the plane of her stomach, their bodies never ceasing their constant swaying as they continued to flow together. They had rotated in such a way that their backs were now to the crowded room behind them, nothing but the broad expanse of beach before them so that no one could even see the other girl's hand wandering unhindered across Quinn's torso.
The hand gently grazed the underside of her breast, carefully testing the waters of Quinn's barriers. The touch was far from unwanted, Quinn's hips twitching out of sync for a second before realigning with the groove their bodies were flowing with. Brazenly the hand wandered higher, boldly cupping her breast and squeezing as a thumb flicked across the front of her bra where her nipple was already hardening underneath. Despite the layer of fabric separating the caress it still shot thrills of pleasure through her nerves.
With a small groan Quinn's head tilted backwards to rest on the taller girl's shoulders, her pulse racing and her breath quickening at just how erotic this whole thing was. A pair of lips pressed to the pulse point in her neck, and again lower as they gradually kissed their way to her collarbone. Her own hand came to rest atop the remaining hand still tucked under the waistband of her skirt as she threaded their fingers, gripping it tightly as their bodies undulated together.
I'm so wasted on you.
"You look good when I do this," The lips at her throat murmured.
"It feels good when you do that," Quinn countered, barely able to form a coherent sentence.
"I can do more." There it was, the suggestion that they'd both been building towards every since Quinn took that first step onto the deck.
"Yes." Was all Quinn could croak out. Oh God yes.
"Yes?" The girl was giving her a chance to hesitate, to think it through. Quinn wasn't nearly drunk enough to not know what she was doing, and right now her body knew exactly what it wanted. She could already feel herself getting wetter by the minute, and pretty soon she was going to need to ditch her underwear.
She spun in the girl's arms meeting clear blue eyes for the first time since they'd touched. She leant forward so their lips were almost touching, their breath mingling as she panted against the lighter blondes mouth.
"Yes." She whispered before pressing her lips firmly against Brittany's.