"Ahhh I missed this." stated Sam, taking a large gulp of her drink as she stood with Katy and Sophie on the outskirts of the dance floor.
"What?" asked Katy, looking over at Sam with a puzzled expression on her face.
Sam nodded at Sophie and grinned. "Us all going out for a drink and Webster giving Powers a look that could kill."
Sophie's head snapped to attention at the sound of her name and frowned, "What?"
"You, glaring at Powers. She'll be a spot on the floor soon if you're not careful." chuckled Sam.
Sophie nodded, unable to muster any words as she turned her attention back to the bar that Sian was currently propped up against, sipping on a drink that the tall, handsome man she was flirting with had bought her. Sophie wasn't sure what was happening inside of her but the anger and sick feeling in her stomach suggested that it wasn't good and the only thought that was running through her mind was walking over and smacking the bloke into next week. She was well aware she was being far from subtle and she wasn't so much glaring at Sian as the man that was lavishing her with attention, continuously buying her drinks and the applying the occasional touch to the blonde's body.
As he placed his hand on Sian's thigh, Sophie narrowed her eyes even further and Sam and Katy gave each other a concerned look, noticing their friend's fingers start to pale as she gripped her glass tighter.
"Soph." started Katy, placing her hand on Sophie's shoulder and shaking her slightly, the brunette refusing to turn around and continuing to stare down the couple at the bar. "Webster!"
"What?" snapped Sophie, finally turning to face Katy and giving her a look of thunder.
Katy flinched at Sophie's tone but managed a sympathetic smile, squeezing the brunette's shoulder comfortingly, "Look just forget about it, don't let it get to you … I thought you said you two were just messing about anyway?"
"Doesn't mean I want her rubbing it in my face that she's with someone else does it?" muttered Sophie, taking several large mouthfuls of her drink and finishing it before slamming it down on a nearby table.
Sam placed an arm around Sophie and nudged her, "You know what they say mate, don't get mad, get even."
Sophie rolled her eyes, "I'm getting another drink."
"Are you sure you wanna go over there Soph?" asked Katy, nodding towards the bar where Sian was stood.
"I'm not gonna avoid the bar because of her … she's probably too busy to notice me anyway." muttered Sophie, turning her back on her friends and heading over to get a drink.
"I knew she was fucking with Sophie." stated Sam, glaring at Sian briefly before looking back at Katy, "Some people don't change and Sian Powers is definitely one of those people … I don't understand why Webster is even wasting her time with the bitch."
Katy shrugged, "We can't tell Sophie what to do … I don't know what she sees in her either but it must be something."
"Cause Webster always makes such good calls when it comes to women?" asked Sam incredulously, "How many times have we had to chase away a psycho?"
"Okay maybe she doesn't have a very good track record …" trailed off Katy.
Sam opened her mouth to say something but shut it abruptly as she saw Sophie approaching them, half of her drink already gone and a look of fury in her eyes.
"Right fuck this, find me a bird now." stated Sophie firmly, her mind already made up having been completely ignored by Sian at the bar as she continued to giggle at the man's lame attempts at jokes and flattery.
"Yes!" shouted Sam, holding up her hand for a high five with a grin, Sophie instantly slapping her hand against it before downing the rest of her drink.
Katy looked at Sophie with concern and a frown quickly formed on her face, "Soph are you sure you wanna do this?"
Sophie nodded eagerly, placing her drink down on the table as she began to scan the dance floor, "Like Sam said, what's the point of just staring at her being a complete slag when I could be doing the same."
Sam frowned, "Erm I'm not sure that's exactly what I said Webster …"
"Sophie don't do something stupid." warned Katy, knowing exactly what her friend could be like when she was angry and alcohol was involved.
"Something stupid like what?" asked Sophie, her question obviously meant rhetorically as she didn't wait for an answer before continuing, "Like sleeping with my worst enemy? Like getting involved with a girl who made my life hell and my best friends hate? Like actually believing the biggest bitch in the world was capable of change? Well ya know what Katy, I think I might have already done all of that so I've not really got a lot to lose have I!"
"Webster calm down." said Sam sternly, gripping Sophie's arm and giving her a serious look, "You're better than her and you're sure as hell better than this. Get a grip, this is just becoming sad."
Sophie was about to say something in return but another warning glare from Sam caused her to quickly close her mouth again and take a calming breath. Had anyone else spoken to her like that, Sophie wouldn't have stood for it but coming from Sam it was acceptable and usually necessary. Sometimes all she needed was tough love and she'd quickly realise she was being stupid. That was what Sophie loved about her friends, whether it was nice or not, if something needed saying they said it.
"Okay right … yeah, sorry." muttered Sophie, blowing out a sharp breath and looking around, "Can we still find me a bird?"
Katy and Sam looked at one another again, each voicing their concern silently causing Sophie to roll her eyes.
"Look I'm not gonna sleep with her or anything like that I just … you know I hate to lose face." explained Sophie.
Sam nodded and a small smile started to tug at the corners of her lips, "That's true like."
"Is she still with him? I don't wanna look." asked Sophie, returning her gaze to the dance floor and trying to pick a suitable candidate for her bid to one up Sian.
Sam and Katy both turned to the bar, frowning as they set eyes on Sian just as she placed her hand on the man's arm, throwing her head back dramatically as she released a loud laugh.
"Errm … yeah she might be still with him." muttered Katy, almost not wanting to share the information.
"Figured." mumbled Sophie, keeping her eyes firmly on the dance floor.
Katy sighed, resting her hand on Sophie's arm and turning the brunette to face her, "Sophie, I know we said what we said about Powers in the hotel room but … you can say if you like her a lot yano? We're your mates and we'll stand by you and if you're doing this just because you're hurting from what she's doing that's okay."
Sophie shook her head, "It's fine, like I told you guys … me and Sian it's nothing serious, no strings attached just … a bit of fun."
"Look Soph, I'm saying this as your friend … I think you just need to stop it alright?" started Sam, her voice laced with seriousness, "It's not healthy, you guys are just fucking each other around, messing each other up, fighting one minute and shagging the next … you can't keep doing it. Look what it's doing to you. You're meant to be enjoying a night out with your mates and instead you're eyeballing some dickhead at the bar. It's obvious to us that you and her, isn't what Sian wants, she just wants fun and Webster, you're not made for that … you're a nice girl with a good heart and you're not the kind of person that just sleeps with someone."
"It's not just that though." sighed Sophie, running her fingers through her hair as she prepared herself to think up some kind of explanation, "Yeah I might not be in love with her or dating her or whatever but … it's not just about sex. We don't just get together and shag, that's not what it's about."
"So what is it about?" pushed Sam, genuinely curious as to what the answer would be.
Sophie shrugged, "If only I knew."
"See, this isn't you." stated Sam.
Sophie sighed, daring a glance back at Sian and letting out a groan, "Look can we just go onto the dance floor away from her before she starts dry humping him against the bar?"
Katy breathed out a laugh, pushing Sophie in the back, "You two go over, I'll get some more drinks."
Sam frowned, "Why you?"
"Because Samantha," started Katy, patting her friend on the arm, "I know what you're like and if you go over there, Powers'll get a firm talking to."
Sam smirked, "Damn you and your inquisitive brain Armstrong."
Sophie feigned shock and punched Sam in the arm playfully, "What was that big word there? Four syllables? You're going up in the world mate."
"Give over." muttered Sam, unable to stop a grin from forming on her face, "Get your arse on that dance floor."
"Alright alright, I'm going." laughed Sophie, trying her best to enjoy herself and forget about Sian as she let Sam lead her through the crowds of people as far away from the bar as possible.
As Katy approached the bar, she noticed Sian's man friend walking towards the toilet and the blonde letting out a sigh, looking down at her drink and frowning into it. Katy wanted to say something but she knew it wasn't her place and after all, she had no idea what she would say. But as she leant against the bar, she saw Sian lift her gaze and for the second they maintained eye contact, she was sure she saw guilt in Sian's eyes.
Katy quickly looked back at the bar, placing her order and thanking the barman as he handed the drinks over, no longer daring to look in Sian's direction.
Sian however, didn't take her eyes off Katy the whole time. She was desperate to say something, defend herself, beg Katy to say something to Sophie about how she was only doing it to keep up appearances and the guy was an absolute idiot. But as usual she was too afraid to do any of that and so instead pushed her feelings deeper inside of her and just watched the brunette go, plastering her best smile on her face as the guy returned from the toilet.
"So where was I?" he started, standing in front of Sian and resting his hand on the bar as he beamed back at the blonde, "Oh yeah, so we were at this club right …"
Sian mentally rolled her eyes, silently begging the guy to lose interest and walk away before she committed suicide. There was no denying he was an attractive man and a few weeks ago she'd probably be grinding against him on the dance floor, not caring who saw and having a really good time before taking him back to her hotel room for an even better time. But instead, here she was, zoning out completely and not paying any attention to what he was saying other than occasionally laughing or touching him on the arm to pretend she was interested in whatever drivel was leaving his lips. The only thing she could think of the whole time was Sophie. How when she touched him his skin wasn't as soft, how he didn't have a twinkle in his eye, how when he smiled it didn't light up his whole face and you couldn't help but smile back and how when he was speaking, rather than hanging on to his every word, she just wanted him to shut up and walk away.
Why wasn't she walking away herself? That question had been circling Sian's mind all night but the sad fact of the matter was that despite the act she put on every day, Sian Powers was weak. She kept catching Tina or someone else from college's eye and they'd give her a knowing smirk or a wink and she knew that if she was to turn down a guy like the one in front of her, she'd never hear the end of it. He was by the far the most attractive man in the club and therefore it was obvious Sian would have to claim him as her own. Yet despite his good lucks, Sian felt absolutely nothing for him.
Hours could have passed by as Sian stood leaning against the bar, no longer able to hide the long sighs that would leave her mouth, the occasional rub of her temples or subtle roll of her eyes as the man in front of her would relay another one of his boring anecdotes. She couldn't even remember his name and she was pretty sure he knew nothing about her other than the fact she was hot and paying him a fraction of attention. Sian's gaze drifted throughout the club, to her friends in the corner who were all sat chatting and drinking, to the dance floor where everyone was moving together along with the beat of the music. And that's when she saw something that made her heart drop. There stood Sophie, a huge grin plastered on her face as a girl wrapped her arms around the brunette's neck, resting her hands on her shoulders as Sophie's hands ran up and down her body.
Sian had never felt jealousy before. Never having cared enough about anyone she was close to sure made that easy. However, the feelings that were coursing through her body could only be put down to jealousy as she watched the girl press her body against Sophie's, whispering god knows what into the brunette's ear causing Sophie to smile from ear to ear.
Sian was unable to tear her eyes away, studying Sophie carefully and watching her every move. She could feel her stomach churning and she clenched her jaw, trying her best not to look as angry as she actually was, her anger only rising as the girl clutched her hand to the back of Sophie's head, pulling her closer as she pressed her lips to Sophie's neck.
It was at that moment that Sophie looked up from what she was doing, her eyes instantly locking to Sian's creating what could only be described as the most awkward eye contact that had ever been maintained between two people. Sian was sure she saw a look of 'serves you right' flash briefly across Sophie's face before the brunette lowered her gaze, muttering something to the mystery girl before heading away from the dance floor towards the toilets.
"Excuse me." blurted out Sian, offering the man in front of her no further explanation before bolting across the club towards the toilets, pushing past a few people in her bid to get there quicker before finally reaching her destination and pushing the door open.
As the door opened, Sophie looked up from the sink she was currently leaning against, glancing into the mirror in front of her and meeting Sian's gaze in the reflection.
Sian folded her arms, leaning against one of the cubicles and eying Sophie up carefully, "So was that little show for my benefit or yours?"
Sophie turned on the spot, raising her eyebrows at Sian, "Excuse me?"
"You know, the skank you were dancing with?" explained Sian.
Sophie scoffed, "She's not a skank, she's actually a really nice girl … not likely to fuck me and then flirt openly with some guy right in front of my eyes after I defended her to my friends, ultimately making me look like the worlds biggest dickhead."
Sian smirked, "So you were trying to make me jealous is that it?"
"Don't give me that fucking look." stated Sophie, frowning at Sian, "I hate it when you sneer at me and look all full of yourself."
"But you were, right?" asked Sian, taking a step further into the toilets so she was closer to Sophie.
Sophie snorted, "Don't flatter yourself, aren't I allowed to dance with girls?"
Sian shrugged, "Sure you are … but lets be honest, would you rather be out there dancing with what's her face or in here fucking me?"
Sian's statement sent a shiver down Sophie's spine and she instantly felt her stomach flip, "Someone could come in."
Sian shook her head, taking a few steps forward and placing her hands on the sink either side of Sophie's body, nodding towards one of the cubicles behind them, "That's why we go in there, lock the door and pray no one remembers what shoes we were wearing."
Sophie couldn't help but smile despite herself. She wanted nothing more than to be angry at the girl who was currently pressed against her and she knew she had every right to be but as Sian slid her thigh between Sophie's legs and applied just the right amount of pressure, Sophie's body started to defy her and she found herself gripping Sian by the waist and quickly walking her backwards towards the cubicle.
"Knew you'd give in." whispered Sian, placing her hands on Sophie's shoulders as the brunette lowered a hand to turn the lock of the door.
"Stop being so fucking cocky." growled Sophie, spinning them around and slamming Sian's body against the cubicle door, eliciting a groan from the blonde.
Sian grinned, tracing her finger along Sophie's jaw line and sinking her teeth into her lower lip, "Now now Webster, no need for that temper is there … not like I was grinding into him on the dance floor."
Sophie lowered her hands, gripping the material of Sian's dress and hitching it up to her waist, "Yeah well at least I didn't get so jealous I had to follow you into the toilet and request you fuck me just to make a point."
Sian breathed out a laugh, her breath catching in her throat as she felt Sophie's lips connect with her neck, layering kisses along it and occasionally nipping the skin between her teeth before soothing it with her tongue.
"Jesus, babe … it's not to make a point." muttered Sian, struggling to get the words out as Sophie ran her fingertips along her inner thigh, getting painfully close to the area Sian so badly wanted to be touched, "I told you how sexy you are when you're angry … and that look you gave me across the dance floor … turned me on so fucking much."
Sophie smirked, leaning back so she could see Sian's face, "Gonna have to piss me off more often then aren't you?"
Sian felt a sharp twinge between her legs as she watched Sophie drop to her knees, the anticipation of what was coming causing her breathing to increase dramatically and her heart to start pounding in her ears. There was no denying she was incredibly turned on and just when she thought she couldn't wait any longer, she felt Sophie hook her fingertips under her underwear, pulling them to one side before plunging her tongue as far as she could reach into Sian's wet folds.
"Fucking christ." groaned Sian, slamming her hand against the side of the cubicle in a bid to stay upright as she felt Sophie pull her tongue out before quickly pushing it back in.
Sophie ran her hand along Sian's thigh, lifting the blonde leg and hooking it over her shoulder to enable a much more accessible angle before withdrawing her tongue and running it slowly across Sian's opening towards her clit.
Sian's body involuntarily jerked towards Sophie's tongue, a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt Sophie flick her tongue up and down over her clit.
For a split second Sian felt a mild sense of panic fill her body at the fact she was in a club toilet with half of her classmates just outside whilst Sophie Webster was on her knees with her placed head firmly between her legs but as she felt Sophie slip two fingers easily inside of her, all the panic was quickly replaced by an intense rush of pleasure.
"Soph … do it harder babe." instructed Sian, desperate for more from Sophie as she bucked her hips in time with Sophie's fingers subsequently grinding her body against the brunette's tongue. Not that Sophie cared, she was more than happy to meet Sian's demands and pushed her fingers harder inside of the blonde earning her another loud moan and string of curse words.
With every sweep of her tongue over Sian's clit as she continued to pump her fingers inside of the blonde, Sophie could feel her getting closer. Sian's muscles beginning to tighten around her fingers and her breaths were becoming shorter and more erratic.
Sian's hand was pressed against the side of the cubicle for support whilst the other was gripping the back of Sophie's head, keeping the brunette firmly in place. Sian's eyes rolled back into her head and a loud moan of Sophie's name sounded through the toilet as she curled her fingers inside of the blonde, applying more pressure to her clit as she ran her tongue over it again.
"Right there Soph …" groaned Sian, in between desperate gasps for air as she felt her body start to tingle, sure her knees were about to buckle at any second as Sophie pushed her fingers deeper and harder and her orgasm started to hit her. "Oh my fucking god."
Sophie curled her fingers a final time, feeling Sian's body shudder and hearing the blonde slam her hand into the cubicle wall again in a bid to stay upright as she was pushed over the edge. Sophie slowed her hand, not stopping completely as she allowed Sian to ride out her orgasm and come down from her high.
Sophie placed a soft kiss to the top of Sian's centre earning her a small whimper before slowly withdrawing her fingers and rising to her feet, resting her hands against the door either side of Sian's body and looking into the blonde's eyes.
"Were you jealous tonight?" asked Sophie simply, her voice quiet and calm.
Sian slowly opened her eyes, her chest still rising and falling heavily as she tried to catch her breath, gripping on to the material of Sophie's shirt as she attempted to calm her racing heart. Slowly but surely, despite the fact it would make her look weak Sian found herself nodding her head.
"Very." whispered Sian, gripping on to Sophie's shirt a little tighter and tugging the brunette closer, "I don't want anyone else touching you like that."
"But it's okay for you to flirt with guys?" asked Sophie, her jealously from earlier slowly creeping back in as she thought back on the way Sian had been behaving at the bar.
Sian shook her head, "I wasn't flirting with him … I couldn't have been less interested in him."
"Why's that then?" Sophie was pretty sure she knew the answer but she needed to hear the words.
Sian pulled Sophie closer, her lips resting beside the brunette's ear as she spoke in no more than a whisper, unable to believe the words that were about to leave her mouth, "Because all I wanted was you."
She'd said it and despite her nerves she felt satisfaction instantly rush through her body having been able to be honest with Sophie. She'd never thought she'd be turning down the most attractive man in a bar in order to have Sophie Webster in a toilet cubicle yet there she was, unable to do anything but admit the brunette was exactly what she wanted.
Sophie felt a smile creep across her lips, placing a kiss beside Sian's ear, "Good."
"You might drive me crazy Sophie Webster but for some weird, unforeseen reason I can't seem to get enough of you." whispered Sian.
Sophie leant back, her gaze meeting Sian's as her smile broadened, "How do you feel about going on a ... date ... with me then?"
"A real date?" asked Sian, Sophie's infectious smile quickly spreading to her own features.
Sophie nodded, "If you want to?"
"I'd like that." said Sian quietly.
"So no more dancing with other girls for me?" asked Sophie, raising her eyebrows as a playful grin tugged at her lips.
Sian smirked, shaking her head from side to side, "Nope, you're all mine Webster."