11th installment :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just my idea.

I chuckled and glanced over at Rosie as she spoke about some bitch who had doubled crossed her at work. I had found out that Rosie worked as a model. Didn't surprise me particularly, she was pretty and didn't lack confidence. However, I found her little sister more attractive.

Talking of Sophie, her fingertips were currently trailing up my thigh under the table. Considering this recent turn of events I had taken to trying to find out as much about Rosie as I could and ignore the fact this girl was driving me a little bit mad. Since dancing myself and Soph had moved back to the table where Rosie was sat, without Joe, and indulged ourselves in a few rounds of mixed shots.

"Her hair ain't even real, it's like from Mexicans or somet," Rosie blurted. It was about then Sophie's hand disappeared under my skirt. I hissed in sharply and glared at her, forgetting her sister was sat right across the table. However, the wannabe model was far too lost in her own success to be worried about the fact her sister was torturing my lower body under the table.

She just smiled and leant casually forward on the table with one arm, her other still in a whole other place. I leant back and wrapped my hand around her wrist and yanked. She gave a snort of laughter before reaching out for a shot. I rolled my eyes, knowing my cheeks were redder than they should be and let my attention slide to the group of rowdy men around the bar. It probably seemed like we'd spent all our time in here but it had only been twice up to this point, so, not like we were complete bar addicts.

"As interestin' as ya are, Rosie," Sophie cut in bluntly. Her sister looked utterly perplexed, as if no one else had a voice in the world but her. I sniggered and picked up my glass off the table, tipping it up against my lips. "Where's tha' Joe lad?" She added when no one said anything. Rosie merely shrugged and ran her index finger around the rim of her wine glass. I sighed and gave her a sympathetic look. Didn't know if she wanted it or not but you couldn't be choosy.

"Well bugger off an' find another one," Sophie said sharply. Rosie didn't look like the statement had startled her. Perhaps this was a regular occurrence in the Webster house. Rosie huffed and stood up, pulling down the bottom of her dress a little so not everyone in the club could see her underwear. She gave us one past look before toddling off on those skyscraper heels of hers.

"Never thought she'd go," I heard Sophie whisper before she turned to look at me, smirking. I narrowed my eyes at her and gave a lopsided smile.

"Did you have to have your hand up my skirt?" I muttered before taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. She nodded slowly and closed the distance between our lips to engage me in a brief kiss. Her mouth tasted like alcohol but I couldn't imagine mine was brilliant tasting on the contrary.

When she pulled back, she was wearing that smile I had come to name the Webster grin or the Sophie smirk, both genius names by the way. I should so be a...smile naming person? It was about then I realised Sophie was looking at me a little oddly. I had dazed out again, that was obvious enough by the look on her face. "Well, what if Rosie had seen?" I asked quickly, hoping to cover up the fact I kept leaving my mind a million miles away.

"She weren't under the table, Sian," Sophie said softly, that teasing edge to her voice so obviously taunting. God, she was desirable. "Why?" She paused. A mischievous glint flashed across those gorgeous eyes.
"Didn't ya wan' me ta stop?" She slurred as she leant forward and tucked some hair behind my ear. I let her do it before taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her wrist. I inhaled the scent of her perfume as I did so. I was about to lean up and connect with her mouth when she slid out of the booth, out of my grip and rose to her feet.

Raising my eyebrows at her, she merely smiled and held out her hand. I took it without hesitation and rose to my feet. She was looking at me in a way I hadn't seen her look at me before and it made me feel dizzy. No words were exchanged as she slid her fingers between mine and led me out of the bar and into the cool night air. The natural light was gone but the walkway was lit by small solar lights and the pool area was no different.

I didn't ask where we were going; something in me told me I need not. I felt safe with her fingers through mine and even though I hadn't known her long, there was something about Sophie Webster I couldn't quite put my hand on. When we were about to walk into the lobby she stopped us and turned me to face her, moving a hand up to brush the back of her fingers across my cheekbone. "Mum's out an' Rosie won't be back for hours," She breathed.

I swallowed and nodded.

Her eyes met mine and held my gaze.

I didn't know what to say so I merely leant forward and kissed her.

There y'ar you sexy people :D Reviewwwss.