Hello Friends I'm back!

I meant to write way more drabbles before now - they're all in my head - but rl got super busy...

Anyway this one is for you guest reviewer who wanted a drabble with jealousy!

Reviews, thoughts, or requests are always welcome

Enjoy :D

Idris nodded her head in time with the throbbing base. She never knew what to do in these places. It wasn't that she didn't like dancing; it's just that Idris was more of a Viennese Waltz kind of a girl. This lock-popping, hip-hopping - stars she didn't know what it was called - stuff was all beyond her. But as her girlfriend pointed out clubs were the only place to dance these days.

Alternating red and blue lights silhouetted Kaz winding her way through the throng of gyrating bodies. She was carrying their drinks and swaying her hips with the beat, lips mouthing along with the lyrics to a song Idris didn't know. Dressed in a black cami that showed off her midriff and tight, low riding jeans Kaz made quiet the inviting picture. Her eyes followed the lines of ink disappearing under her top.

Finally Kaz was able to maneuver her way over to Idris' spot in the corner.

"Why is it glowing?" She shouted over the music when Kaz handed her a Blue Hawaiian.

She laughed placing a hand on her hip and leaning in to speak in her ear. "Don't worry it's just the glass."

Her concern over turning radioactive was distracted by Kaz's sudden proximity. She often had that effect, which made studying in the same apartment difficult. Why study when you can easily talk your girlfriend out of the rest of her clothes?

Idris sipped her drink trying to clear her mind, not that alcohol was a very good option for that endeavor. Think about astrophysics that will help. How to calculate the distant of a star. She had been using that trick since she was 18 and first met Kaz; surprisingly it still helped dissuade the heat curling in her belly.

Just then a man wearing too much eyeliner and metal studs for her taste appeared at Kaz's side. He smiled warmly. "Hey babe, you in need of any … refreshments?"

Either Kaz was oblivious to the way mister makeup was eyeing her like a meal or she was a much better actor than Idris gave her credit for. With a cheeky tilt of her head, she lifted up her own drink artfully rattling the ice in the glass before his eyes.

"I'm good."

"That you are, babe." He agreed moving even closer. "And I'm good too."

This is why she didn't like clubs - even more so than her problem with the music- men who thought because you had a vagina his dick needed to be in it. As if women actually went for that attitude? Idris glared at him over Kaz's shoulder, imagining setting his stupid pleather pants on fire with her mind.

Wrapping her arm around Kaz's waist possessively, she bared her teeth in a vicious smile. Part of her brain was screaming to kiss her, claim her obviously as her own, but Idris squashed down her more caveman-like urges.

"Maybe but I'm sure no one here wants to find out." She sneered at the man.

The guy, in a move showing more intellect than she expected, quickly got the message and retreated. The moment he disappeared Kaz burst out laughing.

"Were you defending my honor?" She teased bumping Idris' hip.

She rolled her eyes. "Like you needed me to."

Kaz raised a disbelieving eyebrow but there was a smile lurking at her lips. "You were jealous weren't you?"

That was ridiculous. "No I wasn't! I just wanted him to leave you alone."

"Nope you were jealous."

Idris shook her head with a pout fighting her own grin. Okay maybe she was a little jealous. It was irrational because Kaz would have eaten that idiot alive and spit out the bones. But that didn't stop the way her brain kept internally screaming 'Mine! Back off! Mine!'

"Then I guess you won't mind if go ask someone to dance?" Kaz turned back to the crowd with a suggestive hip wiggle.

"Okay fine!" She laughed grabbing her arm and admitting defeat. "Stop you jerk!"

Idris yelped as her girlfriend pulled her into her arms, smashing their bodies together.

"So then do you wanna dance?" Kaz muttered against her lips before pulling Idris into the throng of swaying bodies.

Author's Random Side Thoughts: I personally actually like clubbing but I've taken to wearing a fake wedding ring to flash a these drunk creeps. It's something i suggest to all women who don't want to deal with this sexism... because throwing drinks in their faces is an expensive waste of good whisky.