A/N: Lmao, I don't see an end in sight for these drabbles. I stopped caring that this fandom is dead. (Just kidding, I'll always care.)
By the way, this might be NSFL.
"You look incredible tonight, babe," Jonesy's honeyed voice whispered into Nikki's ear. He wasn't trying to flatter her with an exaggeration; the truth fell from his lips. Her jean jacket may have obscured her distressed crop-top, but he could still see that irresistible belly-button piercing of hers. Those hip-hugging pants she wore caught his eye, too.
Taking her eyes off Wyatt's band performing, Nikki glanced at her boyfriend, briefly looking him up and down. "Thanks, Casanova. You don't look half-bad yourself."
As her attention went back to the stage and she continued clapping to the rhythm, he smirked at her. "Well, since we both look good tonight with our clothes on, I wonder how much better we'd look with them off."
With a half-grin, she asked, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yeah, I would." He gently grabbed her by the waist, swaying her side to side with the music. "I'd also like to suck all on your neck, kiss the hell out of your lips, and bite your shoulders up."
She snorted, teasing, "You know it takes more than that to make me wet."
"Oh, I know very well."
"Then you'd know I want you to go down on me very, very slowly. So slow that it's annoying and I can't take it anymore and beg you to go faster until you finally get me off. That's what I want."
Her shallow breathing and sighs and other bedroom habits of hers filled his mind as he spoke. "Mmm, I wanna make your legs tremble, babe. And I want you to scream how much you love me."
"Only if you pound it out of me," she dared above the indie rock music in the air.
"I'm more than down to do that," he said, grinding her hips and bottom against his groin. "I might even hit it with your legs over my shoulders."
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she turned around and looked up at him. "Oh, I can't wait to go home after this."
"Home?" he asked, his eyes cutting down at her. "I was thinking we could start in the car. Maybe now if you're down for it."
"But Wyatt's still playing," she said, "and all our friends are still here."
"I know," he purred. "They won't care if we left a little early."
Her mind weighed through the options. They could stay here and let the mood burn until the end of the show, hop in the car, and rush to jump each other in bed. Or they could leave without their friends knowing, go into a frenzy in the backseat of their car, and continue what they started at home. All night long.
After pondering it for a couple seconds, Nikki latched onto Jonesy's wrist and led him through the crowd.
He feigned surprise. "Whoa, babe—where are you going so fast?"
"I'm taking you to the car. You're fucking me in the backseat." Before Jonesy could get a word in, she added, "And then I'm fucking you at home."
"Babe, you're the best," he said as they exited the venue together.
With a suggestive look in her eyes, she replied, "I like the sound of that. Say that when I'm riding your brains out."