CHAPTER 9

**Saturday Night**

"Hey Alex! Hey Marissa!" Paparazzi shouted at the duo as they walked with a group of friends to the entrance of the club. Alex laughed and smiled with the group, her arm wrapped firmly around Marissa's waist and her hand resting on her hip.

Marissa tried to ignore the flashing lights and concentrate on the conversation surrounding her but the comments being yelled and the constant flashing made it hard for her to focus on listening or walking.

Alex felt herself jerked back and she quickly caught her girlfriend who seemingly tripped on unleveled ground that couldn't see thanks to the temporary blindness caused by the photographers.

"You ok baby?" Alex asked, her voice full of concern.

Marissa nodded, "yeah, I'm fine. I just can't see very well."

Alex frowned and switched sides to try and minimize the photographers getting her lover's photograph.

"She okay, Alex?" One of the girls with them asked.

Alex looked at her friend gratefully, "yeah she's fine, lets just hurry and get inside."

"Alex! What is your friends name?" One of the obnoxious photographers shouted.

Hours later, Marissa sat in the booth, her head resting on Alex' shoulder as they spoke with each other quietly while their friends danced in the VIP area.

"You alright?" Alex asked.

Marissa nodded her head softly, "yeah, just tired. I wanna go home and spend time with just you. I miss that."

Alex tugged Marissa in closer to her, her chest now pressed up against the brunette's back completely, "let me go tell them we're gonna head out then."

"No…no they're having fun."

Alex raised her eyebrows as Marissa turned her head to her so they could see each others faces, "are you sure? You're tired."

Marissa nodded with a smile, "yeah, I'm sure, just stay here and sit with me? I'm getting kinda hungry too so maybe when they want to leave we could go get something?"

Alex nodded with a smile of her own and softly pecked her girlfriends' lips.

Their private moment was soon interrupted as a flash soon distracted Alex and the musician jerked her head up to find the source of the sudden light. Marissa rolled her eyes and stayed in her girlfriend's embrace.

Seeing her friends nearby, she reached out with her foot and kicked her in the ass to get her attention. Turning to Alex, the girl looked at her with a questioning look. "What was that for?"

"Tell Ashley a pap made it in," the blonde instructed.

The girl nodded knowingly and left to find their friend and owner of the club.

"Can I get you two anything else to drink?" One of the bartenders approached them.

"I'm good," Marissa answered softly.

Alex shook her head and the girl left them alone.

Minutes passed and the two stayed silent before a song came on and Alex perked up, "you wanna dance baby?"

Marissa leaned forward with a smile and peered back at her girlfriend, "you always know my answer to that one." Alex grinned and jumped up. She climbed out from behind the girl and quickly pulled her to feet and over to the dance floor of the VIP area.

Several songs later, the two found themselves pressed together in a provocative dance. Marissa's back was to Alex' chest and Alex had her hands trailing over Marissa's body; across her legs, up her hips and over her stomach then back down, not missing a spot and every now and then slipping under the thin fabric of the shirt Marissa wore that night where it didn't expose her flat abdomen. Marissa held tightly to Alex' hip as their hips ground into the one another's.

"Hey Alex! Smile!" One of their friends shouted, but the two girls didn't break their concentration on the other and the picture was snapped of the two caught up in one another.

"Would you believe those two have been together for as long as they have?" Ashley asked as she leaned against the railing. Spencer looked at her girlfriend and smiled.

"If I didn't know them, I would think they just got together, but since I know them, I know they've been like that since they got together years ago." The younger girl replied then went quiet as if in thought. Ashley smiled and averted her attention back to the dance floor filled with people. Her observation was soon broken again by Spencer's voice, "how come we aren't like that?"

Ashley's brown eyes glimmered and a smile tugged at her lips, "because we aren't Marissa and Alex. And you don't like dancing like that unless you're wasted. Then its no holds barred."

Spencer rolled her eyes and turned back to the dance floor, a smile playing on her lips. Ashley laughed and kissed her cheek, "don't worry, we can do a different dance when we get home."

Back on the dance floor, Alex felt herself getting more brave in her caresses as her hands started wandering higher and inward. Marissa caught her hands and spun around in her arms, "lets go home."

Alex nodded, her eyes glistening in anticipation of what was to come once they got home.

Their hormones still at nifty height, the couple had a hard time keeping their touches innocent as they hurried to their vehicle. It made it even harder as the paparazzi swarmed them as soon as they exited.