"Whoa, whoa," the blondest boy threw his hands up in surrender, "I didn't know," he was already backing away when Jane finally leaned away. She returned her hands to the sides of the blonde's face and unconsciously wiped an old tear from below her eye. They smiled at each other warmly, gratitude and shock registering simultaneously from the other woman.
"Boys, please step off, she bats for the other team," Where that came from, Jane had no idea. It rolled from her tongue before she could stop it.
"Well, I bat for your team anyway," the blonde pinched the edge of Jane's shirt, tugging her closer. She wrapped a hand around the brunette's waist, smiling seductively up at her, daring Jane to make the next move. It was the first words the blonde had spoken all night. And it was this announcement that made Jane's stomach knot uncontrollably. The woman not only accepted the ruse, she intended to play along. Jane couldn't tell if it terrified her or excited her.
The other boys had turned on a dime and returned to their herd at the sight of the feminine affection. The blonde leader of the small boy pack lingered.
"You know, if you're into the experimenting thing, I'd be…"
"You finish that sentence and I'll make sure you can't experiment for the rest of your damn life." Jane fumed at the boy's audacity.
"Babe, it's okay. He was just playing around. Weren't you?" The blonde had wrapped her arms around Jane's middle, holding her back. Jane's gaze raised and lowered, sizing the boy up in defiance.
"You really shouldn't tease her, she carries a gun." Jane could feel the blonde smiling against her cheek. The boy retreated.
"How do you know I carry a gun?" Jane turned, now speaking only to the woman she didn't even know by name.
"When I'm holding you this close, it's hard not to know." The blonde smiled the same smile as before, the one before she had turned away. Maybe apologetic. Maybe bashful. In the dim lighting, it was hard to tell.
"Dance with me." The blonde was either toying with Jane or continuing the ruse. Either way, Jane's mouth went dry for the second time that night. She couldn't speak as she stared helplessly at the blonde. The woman smiled reassuringly. Jane nodded once, unsure what else to do. Saying, no, had never crossed her mind. Without another word, the seated woman arose, now standing at her full height. The heels the woman had on made her Jane's height. They sized each other up briefly, now fully comparable, before the blonde took Jane's hand in her own and led her to the center of the room where college kids and adults alike gyrated and bounced to the rhythm blaring through the speakers.
The blonde twisted seductively when she reached out to grip the back of Jane's neck, pulling her close. The brunette was still. She stood awkwardly while the blonde coiled and wound before her. Jane's hand was almost shaking when she reached out to grip the woman's waist. What are you doing, Jane? A voice inside her head asked accusingly. There had never been a woman that could make Jane speechless, that could make her forget herself. The realization made her hesitate but when the woman suddenly pulled her hips against Jane's, the accusations muted. The blonde's black dress and dark makeup made her hazel eyes stand out starkly and ruthlessly. They beckoned Jane closer, called to her. Jane's hips began to twist against the other woman's as she held her close. Soon, their rhythms became unmistakably tied, their bodies grinding and pulsing as one. That feeling of just fitting with someone overtook Jane. Sure, other women were dancing with each other too. This was surely okay behavior. But Jane knew this was different. It felt different. The woman's eyes were husky and wanting when she finally met Jane's eyes.
The songs blurred together, one fading to the next without pause. More people piled onto the dance floor but Jane saw no one but the gyrating form in front of her. There was no one else but them. Jane no longer cared or thought about what the voices were saying, and who was saying it. There was an all-consuming desire, a lust, to fuck to the woman in her arms. A desire she never truly had before for another woman. This woman was a first all on her own.
Sweat began to pour from them both, their hair matted with the humidity. It only made Jane crave the blonde more. With definitive zeal, the blonde pushed Jane's jacket from her shoulders. No one heard it hit the floor over the music and Jane didn't care to look for it. The suddenly bare skin left over was all at once fair game. Jane's white tank top showed signs of dirt and grime from digging through the crime scene but somehow, the blonde made her feel desired despite it. The other woman's teasing had turned to a visceral need. Their arms contorted around each other, wanting and needing more. Gripping and groping, pulling and digging. The blonde brushed a canopy of dark hair away from Jane's neck as she tilted her head toward the soft spot below Jane's ear. She looked up immediately, gauging Jane's reaction. The kiss was chaste, a test. But it ignited everything. Jane's hands gripped the woman's hips tighter. An encouragement. Their eyes met briefly. The same unspoken agreement from before transpired on the dance floor now in full view of everyone and without the pretence of survival. Jane was about to be kissed. Again.
The blonde closed the distance. There was no hesitance. There was no restraint. The possession of the kiss was immediately apparent – this woman wanted Jane. Their mouths parted allowing the kiss to deepen. Jane ran her tongue against the woman's bottom lip. As the woman placated the gesture, Jane took the lip between her teeth. The moan that escaped the beautiful blonde was husky and deep.
"Let's get out of here," Jane pulled away just enough to let the words cross her lips before allowing the blonde to kiss her again.