Two weeks passed. Sian never got that phone call, but maybe it was for the best. The brunette wasn't normally what she'd go for, and she still wasn't over Danielle. She didn't want to treat such a nice-looking girl as a rebound, after all. But she hated going out alone, and she found herself being her own best company once again, this time to a dance club.
Her friends had invited her, some people from University. They said it would be great fun, and promised to help her hook up if she really wanted to, but she had said she'd just stay single that night, thank you. They respected that, but she knew they thought of her differently.
And as she watched all her friends go off with some lad or girl, she was alone at the bar again, her fingers still peeling at the glass bottle's label, discarding the small pieces of paper onto the bar's surface.
She gave out a heavy sigh, rubbing at her temples and wishing to God or whoever that alcohol would take its effect for once, and she was just about to give up praying when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder.
Instinct told her to push and slap and claw. But something at the back of her mind drew in a sharp breath and rejoiced silently. She turned around in her seat and smiled at the girl, glad to see the familiar face.
"Hiya."
"Hi, Sian."
"Sophie, right?"
"Mm…yeah."
The other girl looked around quickly at the rest of the club, back at Sian, and gave a smile. "Remember my offer from last time?"
The floor was packed, and everybody was lost in their own beat and rhythm. Couples were writhing against each other, singles were thumping their bodies, drinks held up high above their heads. Sian was sure that her friends were somewhere there, but she soon forgot about them, in the light of the girl pulling her right into the centre of it all. Within moments, Sophie's hands – foreign to her body, but somehow more than welcome – were on her hips, and Sian put her hands on the new arms, her fingers delicately brushing against bare skin.
The song was fast, pulsing through her veins with her blood, crawling across her skin. She raised her arms up slightly Sophie's body, gripping at the fabric on her waist and pulling herself closer. Sophie didn't visibly react, merely smiled at her and continued to dance against her. Sian's body developed its own mind the moment Sophie's hips touched against hers, and started to match her movements.
The music was still there, but it had tactfully faded into the background, merely noise. What mattered was that they were chest-to-chest, their hearts beating in time, their foreheads connected, in the middle of a club where the name didn't matter anymore. Nothing did but the feel of another body on hers.
And not just any body. This one, right here, was the most important.
Sophie's hands had found bravery, and roamed down to her ass, looping her thumbs through the belt loops on her jeans, placing her hands in the back pockets. Sian had curled her hands and arms around Sophie's shoulders, somehow pulling her closer, squeezing out any possible space between them, leaving just a sliver of air between their lips.
It was Sian who made the move this time, angling her head to the left and grazing her lips against Sophie's, her hands moving forward to tangle in the brown hair so within their reach. Sophie kissed back, pushing her backwards slightly and catching her with one arm, somehow colliding against a wall. Feverishly, almost frantically, their lips crashed again and again. Sian's hands still in Sophie's hair, while Sophie's were ducking beneath her t-shirt, and running over bare skin, electrical jolts springing between her fingers and Sian's skin.
For how long they kissed, neither could tell, but it was enough that when Sophie's mouth started to kiss at her neck, her tongue leaving wet trails along her skin, Sian was breathless, her head was spinning, and her body was screaming for more.
"Outside" Sian breathed into Sophie's ear, and the two pushed off the wall, barreling through the people to the outside, their hands intertwined the whole time. the air hit them in the face, and Sian suddenly felt dizzy, but Sophie leaned forward and kissed her again, smiling as she did.
Sian pulled away, putting a single finger up to her lips and smiling. "Why didn't you call?"
"I thought it was too good to be true, a girl liking me back. But then I saw you here, and I thought I'd give it a go. The rest…" she gestured lamely at the club, and Sian laughed.
"Call me next time."
"Sure. Or how about we skip all that, and you come home with me for a night cap?"
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
Sophie shrugged and moved backwards a bit, giving Sian some space, putting her hands on her shoulders, rubbing her thumbs in slow, soothing circles into her skin.
"I won't try anything funny, I promise. But if you want to come over for a little bit, grab a cuppa with me and maybe my sister, talk a little bit? I don't live far."
"Where're you from?"
"Weatherfield. What about you?"
"Southport."
"How come we never ran into each other before?" Sophie laughed, leaning forward again and brushing her nose delicately against Sian's, Sian smiling back and closing her eyes.
"I dunno. But I'd love some tea."