Prompt 1: So, are you comfortable doing a prompt for a Rave?
Prompt 2: Maybe one where they are out at a club dancing or something?
A/N: This chapter is kinda based off a youtube video of the Berlin Summer Rave 2012.
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Growing up Delphine's parents had encouraged her interest in classical music. In her early teenager years her friends had developed her taste in pop songs that they all sang along too at sleepovers. In her later teens it had been the role of various boyfriends to culture her taste in classic rock, indie rock, alternative rock, and basically any other form of music that had "rock" in the genre title.
Never in Delphine's life had anyone thought to introduce her to rave music though, until right now that was.
She was in Berlin for the summer interning in a lab with some college friends and had been dragged along to the house party of a friend of a friend. From there the word "rave" had started to drift into conversation and although her inebriation was no-where near on par with her friends she hadn't found the thought of walking back to her own apartment at three in the morning to be all that appealing.
Instead she found herself in a location only slightly more appealing – a warehouse, with pounding music and green strobe lights illuminating what was otherwise complete darkness. The smell of sweat and weed was thick in the air and bodies pushed against her as she gripped tight to her friends hand and allowed herself to be pulled into the middle of the chaos to dance.
Not that dance was strictly the word she'd use. At some point she'd had glow sticks thrust in her general direction, and now she found herself mimicking her friends movements, waving them above her head as her hips rocked in time to the beat and her hair thrashed from side to side along with the drops and rises in the music.
Every now and then she'd glance around herself, making sure her friends were still dancing near her and that none of them were vomiting from the sheer volume of alcohol they'd drank combined with the drugs they'd no doubt consumed since their arrival. On one particular scan of the room though it wasn't any of her friends her eyes landed on.
Instead it was a young woman about the same age as Delphine herself, dancing alone in the middle of the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the droves of people milling about her as her hands waved through the musky air like a fish cutting through fresh water. There was something so captivating about the way her dreadlocks swung with her body and her nose ring caught in the strobe lights and Delphine found herself unable to look away as she continued her sensual dance alone on the floor.
Her stare must have been felt though, because a few seconds later the girl looked over at her and before Delphine even had a chance to allow her embarrassment to blossom, the woman's cheeks cracked into a soft smile and she continued her languid motions; eyes still locked firmly with Delphine.
She itched to be closer to her – some kind of animal magnetism she couldn't quite explain begging her to drift away from her safe group of friends and towards this mystery woman with her beckoning gaze and flowing body.
Something stopped her though, and it wasn't her mind, or anything mental for that matter; instead it was a strong arm wrapping around her waist.
She jumped at the contact and at the same time a man was whispering something in her ear in his thick German accent that she couldn't quite make out. At first she tried to politely pull herself away though he only seemed to tug closer, his cocky grin growing in tandem with her discomfort. She knew she could slap him if she wanted, though she also didn't want to cause a scene, nor did she fancy the idea of being the person to start a fight, so for a long moment she felt trapped between his arm and his stone like chest.
She attempted one final light shove, and it was after that failed attempt that she felt another presence behind her. It was the dancing girl from earlier, and she was standing on the tip of her toes to shout something in the man ear.
When she leaned back the man smirked at her in disbelief to whatever she'd just said, though this didn't seem to deter her. Instead she turned to Delphine and for a second something that looked like an apology mixed with a plea to be trusted slipped past her eyes. Delphine didn't have time to decipher it though, because a second later they were kissing – her soft lips moulding over Delphine's for no more than a second before she pulled away and the same apologetic look was back.
As far as Delphine was concerned though there was no need for apology, because the arm around her waist was gone, and the man was backing away from them, holding his hands up to show that he knew he'd overstepped his boundaries – if the music hadn't been so deafening Delphine would have liked to shout after him that it shouldn't have taken a kiss to make him realise that.
Instead of shout after him though she turned her full attention back to the woman; who still held one of Delphine's hands in her own after their fleeting kiss. The other hand was now holding a phone which she typed on for a few seconds before holding it up to Delphine's face.
You speak english?
Delphine nodded and the woman brought the phone away from her face again and cleared the message to type out a new one. Delphine waited patiently, not all that eager to get back to her friends, especially with the warm feeling of this girls hand still in her own.
I'm sorry about kissing you but I thought you looked uncomfortable
This time Delphine shook her head and indicated for the girl to give her the phone so she could type a message of her own. She took it in her free hand and began to type, her thumb beginning to run absently over the woman's knuckles as she done so.
Do not be sorry I do not know what I would have done if you had not come over so thank you
The woman smiled and when Delphine handed the phone back she quickly erased the message and typed one final one of her own.
You wanna dance
She didn't really wait for a response, though Delphine was nodding anyway, and she dragged them both back to where she'd been standing when Delphine had first caught sight of her. Her body resumed its previous flowing movements and from up close Delphine found herself even more mesmerised by the sway of her hips and the easy flow of her muscles as the music pounded on around them.
For a second time though her staring didn't go un-noticed and before Delphine could fully register what was happening her hands were being placed firmly on the woman's waist and they were inching closer until the flowing grind of the dreadlocked girls hips could be felt against her own.
The woman's hands drew circles in the air for a few more seconds then landed around Delphine's neck, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush and the waves of people around them seemed like nothing but a distant memory.
She could feel the woman's heavy breaths against her cheek. She could see the droplets of sweat pasting the tufts of hair around her dreadlocks firmly to her head. She could smell marijuana and sweat and something oddly sweet like the lingering scent of perfume or body spray. She could taste the alcohol on her tongue from earlier but knew it wasn't the red wine she'd drank that was making her want to lean forward.
She'd never even thought about kissing a girl before though the way this woman licked her lips and refused to break eye contact made her want to do a lot more than think about it. She leaned in slowly, her confidence growing when the other woman didn't jerk back. Instead one of the hands around her neck tangled in her hair and pulled her in those final few inches.
She tasted faintly of tequila and weed and Delphine savoured it on the tips of her lips and then on the pads of her tongue as it ran across her bottom lip, begging for it to fall open. The hand in her hair bunched there and a second tugged on her hip and then they were flush together, their kiss searing hot and equally curious.
Delphine pulled the woman's bottom lip between her teeth and she felt the soft moans that fell from the dreadlocked girls lips against her own. Then she felt them stumbling backwards, crashing off bodies that danced around them and for a second Delphine half-heartedly cracked open an eye, realising instantly she was being haphazardly led towards one of the back walls of the warehouse.
The idea of having this girl pinned between herself and a wall left her mind reeling, and she felt wetness pool between her legs as she pushed her lips harder against the other woman, her tongue dipping and swirling; teasing her, as more excited whimpers bubbled up from the strangers chest.
The collision with the wall was soft and Delphine prepared herself to take full advantage of the situation, though without warning she found herself flipped, her own body now braced against the cold hard brick and the warmth of the stranger. She pulled her head back from the kiss for a second and looked down curiously, though the girl was merely smiling at her – a smile so infatuating she couldn't resist swooping down again to memorise the feel of it against her lips.
This stranger had things in mind other than kissing though, and a second later Delphine felt the solid impact of a thigh between her slightly parted legs. For a split second she thought on how bizarre this was – kissing a woman, grinding against a woman, a deep desire aching between her legs because of a woman – though then said woman was pushing her thigh against her groin again and Delphine moaned into her open mouth and all thoughts of sexuality promptly fell out of her head.
She grinded down hard against the firm leg between her own this time biting against the girls bottom lip again to silence her groan of pleasure. She scraped her teeth away slowly then moved her lips away entirely, smirking at the breathy whimper that fell against her skin.
Something deep inside her craved to taste the sticky sweat that clung to the strangers skin and so she dipped her head, letting her lips curl around the tender skin on her neck; tasting the salt and feeling the muscles contract as the dreadlocked woman bent her head to one side to allow for more access.
She could feel rattling hums of approval rising up through her throat as she moved her lips lower; then a gasp when they curled around her pulse point. She smiled, and sucked the tender flesh between her lips, feeling the woman's thigh impacting sharply with her core.
Her hands were everywhere as well. While Delphine kept one tangled in thick dreads, and a second resting against her waist this woman's hands seemed to be in constant motion even when she wasn't dancing. They moved from her hair to her shoulders, then down her arms before falling back against her waist again. From there they slid around to her back and over the curve of her ass before making the daring slip under her top.
They paused there for a second, splayed out against the flat of her back, almost as if waiting for permission to go any further. Rather than try and speak over the raging bass or even nod her approval Delphine merely rolled her hips forward against the other woman's thigh and bit down hard against her neck; satisfied with the whimper and feeling of nails cutting into her pearly flesh that she got in return.
Then the hands were all motion again, sliding around to the front of her stomach, one hand gripping her waist while the other inched up until it met the lace material of her bra. It moulded perfectly against her breast and she squeezed it in her hand causing Delphine's legs to buckle down against the woman's thigh again and for her to bite down hard against her shoulder.
Her arousal was growing uncomfortable now, and she pushed her lower body against the woman's thigh, desperate for her itch to be scratched, even though the fabric of her jeans meant nothing was quite able to hit the spot.
Her discomfort didn't go un-noticed however, and the hand on her waist slid away to reposition itself over the silver button of her jeans. When she felt it Delphine broke off the long string of kisses she'd been administering across the woman's collarbone and looked up.
She didn't need to convey her turmoil vocally, the way she worried her bottom lip between her teeth was enough for the woman to at least on some level realise she wasn't used to this kind of thing.
The woman looked at her for a moment then let her hand fall away from her breast, pulling it out from under her shirt and bringing it up to cup her cheek. She stroked her thumb against her cheekbone once then leaned in for a kiss much more chaste than their others. It was soft and gentle, and gradually Delphine let herself melt into it, opening her mouth slowly to accept the woman's tongue and sighing into the feeling of said tongue ebbing away her doubts.
The hand on her button still didn't budge though, not until Delphine moved one hand away from the dreadlocked girls waist and popped the button herself, letting the woman know she had permission to travel lower.
She felt a smile against her lips and then her zip was pushed down and a hand was awkwardly edging its way between the denim of her jeans and the cotton of her underwear. She groaned into waiting lips when she felt the woman's fingers run a smooth line down the centre of her underwear, and her hips buckled low towards the touch.
The friction of the fingers rubbing against her was almost exactly what she needed, though not quite close enough to release the coil of heat building up inside her. She pulled the woman closer and pushed herself down against the fingers again, relieved when she got the idea and slipped the underwear to one side.
Nimble digits rubbed against her clit and Delphine's mouth fell back from the one kissing her, needing more oxygen to fill her lungs as her breaths became raspier. She pulled the woman's body even closer again, both because of her desperate need for contact and because of her final thread of rational reminding her they were in a public place.
Then she busied herself kissing every inch of the woman that she could reach – her mouth, cheek, nose, jaw, neck – all while her fingers continued their hard, fast circles against her clit, hindered only slightly by the fabric of her jeans. Then the fingers slipped lower, and Delphine gasped in anticipation. She let out a slow breath against the shell of the woman's ear then bit down against her earlobe, drawing her teeth away slowly while a single finger was pushed inside her.
She groaned and she was sure the woman heard it because of the smirk she could see out of the corner of her heavy lidded eyes. She let Delphine get used to the feeling of the finger inside her for a while then pushed in a second. They curled in and out of her slowly at first, making the best of a bad situation as her jeans yet again hindered their path, and Delphine's hips began rocking along with them; her hold on the woman's dreadlocks tightening as her second hand came up and wrapped itself firmly around her neck.
Her eyes fell shut, and she could see the bursts of the strobe lights still flashing on the backs of her eyelids as she rocked along to the rhythm of the woman's hand and the beat of the music around her.
She could feel her desire reaching its peak; she could feel the heat uncoiling inside her and she burrowed her head into the groove of the woman's neck just in time to swallow the harsh groans and gasps that tumbled from her parted lips when her orgasm finally hit her. She slumped back against the wall, and felt the woman's smaller frame move in to support her weight as her legs turned to jelly.
She rested for a moment with her eyes still closer, vaguely registering the hand disappearing from between her legs and her zip and button being re-done. She smiled lazily and felt lips brushing across her own then a hand curl in hers and giving it a soft tug. She opened her eyes to be met with dark rimmed glasses and a hopeful look, and without further ado she allowed herself to be dragged on shaky legs out of the warehouse and into the cool breeze of the night.
"Hi…" Were the first words the woman said to her when the doors closed behind them, droning out the pulsing music inside.
"Bonjour… uh, hi," Delphine repeated, her smile mimicking the woman's lopsided grin.
"You're French then?" Her smile grew and her tongue poked out from between her teeth.
"And you are American," Delphine added, the accent being unmistakable.
"Mhm," she nodded. "Cosma," she said then, holding out a hand.
"Delphine," she replied back taking the hand in her own and using it to pull Cosima closer. "Enchantee," she smiled; their lips inches apart.
"Enchantee," Cosima repeated, standing on her toes to take the lips briefly in her own. "You know…" She leaned back again, but made no move to pull her hand away. "It's like half five in the morning… and I know a great little café that opens soon for breakfast?" She looked so hopeful that even if Delphine had wanted to say no she wasn't sure she could.
Delphine bit her lip then smiled. "I guess I will text my friend's and tell them I will not be meeting up with them until later." She paused and let her fingers entwine with Cosima's. "Much later perhaps?"
"Yea," Cosima nodded, her smile shifting to a smirk as they began to walk. "Much later."