A/N: Rating this M for safe though I don't think it needs it - no actual sex just sexy scenes.
Let me know what you think of this AU!
I don't know why I allow them to drag me here. I hate parties, despise them, and they know that. They say they're just being good friends and getting me out of the house. I like my weekends in, love the solitude of reading a good book. I see enough of these pissants during the week I don't need to see them drunk on top of the rest I already unfortunately know about them.
Sun and Ilia drag me forward, like they think if they take their hands off me I'll run. I hate how well they know me. It's totally unfair. It's also loud, more than I'm comfortable with. My cat ears throb and I pin them down to reduce their displeasure. How can anyone think this is a fun way to spend an evening?
I sneer at a football player hunched over the bushes as my friends push me through the door. I'm not even sure whose house this is - one of the popular students probably. Ilia drifts off with a pointed look at Sun. He takes up a protective stance behind me and I know it's more to keep me from bolting than it is to keep others away from me. They know how irritated I get, especially when noise is involved. I have enough problems tuning out annoyances as it is.
Ilia returns with three red cups full of liquid and I grab two from her hands, downing one before taking a healthy sip of the other.
"That one was mine!" Sun compliains over my shoulder. His voice is loud to carry over the speakers and screams coming from our classmates but he's too close and I nearly hiss at him when his voice reverberates in my head painfully.
"Go get your own then."
He shoots me an apologetic look, knowing his mistake but is quick to leave me in Ilia's care.
"Want to dance?" Ilia asks and I shake my head. I'm not in the mood, my head hurts and the smells are getting to me. Body odour mixed with the sweet scent of alcohol does not create a pleasant aroma. Cursing both Ilia and Sun as their features don't affect their senses like mine. They don't get the pleasure of experiencing parties like I do.
Sun returns with more cups and I finish the half full one in my hand at the same time reaching for a full one in his.
"Maybe you should slow down?" Sun questions and I glare at him.
"It's either you go back and get me another one from where ever you found these or I'm leaving. These are the only things keeping my headache slightly at bay."
He follows his knee-jerk reaction, rushing back in the direction he'd come from.
Ilia sighs beside me and I watch her observing the dance floor.
"Go," I tell her, encouraging her to have some fun. She hates coming to these things alone and I'm never in the mood. She gives me a wary look. "I won't go anywhere." Her look says she doesn't believe me and I don't blame her. "Sun's coming back with another drink. I won't leave until I at least have that."
My eyes follow her as she weaves her way through the crowd. The makeshift dance floor is in the living room, couches and tables pushed into the wallspace. Most seats are taken so I don't even entertain the thought of trying to find one secluded enough for my liking. I'm better off standing in the small alcove by the stairs that I am in right now. It doesn't take Ilia long to find a dance partner. For being a strict lesbian, she surprisingly doesn't mind dancing with the opposite sex.
I shake my head at the poor dude that must think he has a shot with her. He is nothing but a distraction for her right now, a prop she's using to draw in the prey she truly desires. As I let my eyes wander I realize who Ilia's man-bait is being used to draw in. Shaking my head all I can do is watch as Ilia tries to bait the flames. She's going to get burned but there's not much I can do about it. Ilia's played this game enough times to know the drill.
Yang makes a show of ignoring Ilia, playing her own game and I can't take my eyes away from the show, even when Sun removes the empty glass in my hands, replacing it with another full one. The noise is thankfully dulled by the buzz the alcohol coursing through my veins. Even though she's my friend, I can appreciate Ilia's ability in the hunt, as she calls it. She's definitely an expert trapper. Her body moves sensually to the beat, and anyone with eyes can see the boy she's chosen can't keep up with her. It's a shame and that's the point after all isn't it? It once again works in her favour as Yang can't ignore Ilia's enticing hips or the way the boy, inexperienced as he seems, is incapable of moulding to Ilia's body like he should be.
Just the way Yang presses through the crowd is so demanding, so in charge it cause my own throat to close up, even though she's nowhere near me. And then Yang's there, pressing into the pair, guiding Ilia up against her. Ilia follows of course, this being her entire plan to begin with. The boy, cheers at first thinking he's won the jackpot of both Ilia and Yang, but soon finds they ignore him completely. It's kind of sad to watch him realize what's just occurred, and if he'd been a faunus I'm sure his tail would be between his legs as he sulks away.
"Shit," Sun breathes, opening his mouth for the first time since he's returned with my drink. I realize he's been watching the same show as me. "I know I have no chance with either of them, for obvious reasons, but like… that's hot."
I hum my approval because he isn't wrong. Ilia isn't anything to sneeze at but Yang's basically the perfect specimen, physically. She's got a powerful and voluptuous body, and the girl knows exactly how to use it. She's dressed in a plain orange crop top and white skirt. The look shouldn't be anything more than passably cute, but Yang makes it look sexy, and the way she's dancing so sensually against Ilia is downright sinful.
Ilia turns, pressing her back into Yang's hips and Yang's hands roam over Ilia's body, guiding her hips, brushing past the bared skin of her midriff before settling, hovered over Ilia's belt buckle. Ilia's arms reach up to tangle in Yang's wild fiery mane, pulling her impossibly closer.
Even with the distance between us I can see Yang's lips graze the exposed flesh of ilia's shoulder. And it might be the alcohol finally kicking in but I can't help but imagine those lips grazing my skin instead of hers, to feel those hands on my hips, to feel that soft mane wrapped around my own fingers.
Ilia turns her head, angling her body in a way that's unmistakeable, she's searching for Yang's lips with her own. I watch, a voyeur, wanting nothing more than to see the way Yang's lips move against another's. But Yang's head shoots up, pulling away from Ilia at the last second, and suddenly her violet dark irises are connected with mine. I gulp.
Yang whispers something into Ilia's ear and gently passes her off to the dancer next to them, not seeing or caring who it is. It takes me a few moments to catch my breath, to get oxygen in from my lungs and to my useless brain. Yang's approaching and she has two glasses in her hands. When did she even have time to pick them up?
"Hey Blake," she breathes and damn it her voice is just husky enough to have me wanting her to say my name again. Taking my nearly empty glass she downs the remaining liquid before handing the empty cup to Sun, still at my side. It's a clear dismissal and he takes it as such, rushing off to some far corner, no doubt to watch our interaction from a safe distance.
I nod to her as she hands me another full glass. I don't trust my voice to speak without clearing it but I can't possibly do that in her presence.
"Good to see you deciding to join us for once. We've missed you at our little soirées." She takes a sip of her drink, lifting one brow in a type of challenge. I know if I don't say something soon she's going to know exactly how flustered she's making me. I'm usually so much better at letting her sex appeal roll right off me, but the alcohol and her performance earlier with Ilia has put me at a disadvantage.
I take a sip of my own drink, hoping it's enough to clear my throat.
"We?" I ask, feigning indifference. I'm happily surprised I sound normal.
"Honestly?" She questions, stepping closer. She wraps one arm around my waist and leans in to whisper into my ear. I can feel her warm breath tickling my neck, the exact places I'd just imagined her lips not long ago. "It would be more accurate to say I've missed you."
She knows she doesn't need to get this close for me to hear her. She's doing it to break my resolve and she's doing a pretty good job of it so far. Hell I wouldn't put it passed her to have planned the whole Ilia show as a way to rile me up.
"You barely know me." I state, keeping my voice even.
"Maybe I'd like to change that." Her lips brush lightly against my earlobe and I tremble a little. It's not fair she has such control. She has to have noticed, her arms still wrapped around me, fingers resting feather-light against my exposed hips of my low cut jeans. I curse my choice of clothing. "Dance with me."
It's not a question but I shake my head in the negative anyway. I take a large mouthful from my cup and swallow it trying to get any of my nerve or backbone to return. It doesn't. In fact, It disappears completely as she steps behind me, squeezing into the narrow space between the wall and my back. Her free hand is on my waist, traveling the skin, pressing under my loose fitting top. My free hand falls to grip her thigh behind me. I curse the automatic reaction. She smells good too, like citrus and honey and the rest of the unpleasant scents disappear as all my senses focus on her. I finish the drink in my cup and toss it into the corner, not trusting my body not to spill it on myself. My hand finds hers on my waist and I grip it, telling myself it's to stop her from wandering, but know deep down I want to make sure she doesn't pull away.
"See, not so bad is it?"
It takes me a moment to realize what she's talking about, but then I notice the room is swaying not because my eyes are unfocused from the alcohol, but because she's been manipulating my body. We're dancing, even if I denied her. It's nothing like the dance she shared with Ilia, we're just swaying really, but her hand is still burning pleasantly against my skin and I can feel her hips moving with mine expertly. Fuck, the way her body fits against mine, and the way it feels has me unconsciously pressing further into her. Or maybe I'm completely aware of what I'm doing and just in denial.
The rim of her glass is pressed gently against my lips in offering. I don't know when it happened, but I'm instantly aware I'd take anything she decides to offer me tonight. Her lips ghost along my shoulder as I drink my fill from her cup. Not able to take it anymore I grab the cup from her hands and spin in her arms. She's surprised when I mimic her actions and hold the cup to her lips.
"Finish it." I whisper.
She hears me even over the pounding speakers. When she's done I toss it to the side, meeting the same fate as mine. She smirks down at me and I curse not wearing heels as she has too much height advantage over me right now. I look to her lips and the corners of her mouth stretch more.
"Whatcha gonna do there kitten?" She's expecting me to kiss her and I would be lying if I said it didn't cross my mind, but I despise being at a disadvantage and there's only one way I can think to even the playing field.
I grab her hand and all but drag her to the dance floor. I know she doesn't mean for me to hear but the chuckle that escapes her lips spurs me on. I want to show her I can be just as alluring as Ilia, that I can elicit reactions from her just as well as she can from me. I let go of her hand, hearing her surprised "oh" before making a beeline to the next most beautiful girl on the dance floor. Ilia's disappeared which I'm thankful for. This would be kind of awkward otherwise.
I smile sweetly at the random girl I've found, having seen her probably in the halls at school, but for the life of me I can't remember her name. Doesn't matter really anyway. I find her rhythm before spinning pressing my back into her. She's tentative at first, keeping her hands respectfully on my hips. Knowing that's not enough to have the effect I'm going for I guide her hands to my waist. She takes the hint and allows her hands to freely wander from there. For a brief moment the alcohol and the thrum of the speakers takes over and I close my eyes, feeling the hum of the beat and the softness of another's hands on me. But then I remember, Yang. I open my eyes and she's where I left her, staring at me. Her face is a mixture of awe and predator, which thrills me more than terrifies me.
I press further into the nameless girl at my back, bringing my hand to wrap around the back of her neck I pull. She moves forward, guided by my movement and suddenly her lips are ghosting the soft skin of my neck. Her hand snakes lower, a couple fingers finding their way below the hem of my jeans. I arch my back as I stare at Yang the whole time through a half lidded gaze. I know exactly what I'm doing and I can see what the image is doing to her. She doesn't like that her toy has found someone else to play with.
Yang struts forward, grabbing my hand from where it's resting covering the girl's low on my waist. I'd like to think Yang pulled me away, tugged me roughly to detach the girl from my back, but I can't. I move willingly, and Yang's anger is doused at the realization. I'm all hers and she knows it.
She places my hand on her shoulder before putting both hers on my waist, slipping one leg between mine she brings our bodies impossibly close. I curl my fingers into the soft hair at the nape of her neck, scratching lightly, I learn she likes that particular motion as her eyes darken and she pulls me more firmly against her. All I can do is really hang on as she guides us to the beat, but her thigh between mine is way too distracting. I think she knows it because when I suddenly turn to press my back into her she snorts. I don't really care at her taking pleasure in pushing my buttons anymore because she's working my body perfectly. Her hands waste no time in roaming my front. They inch up my shirt to gain more access to my skin and dip dangerously low, teasingly, digits sneak passed the hem of my jeans, at the dip on the inside of my hip. Her touch sends shocks through me and all I can do is tighten my hold on the back of her neck and the fabric covering her thigh rolling tantalizing behind me.
Her lips don't just ghost across my skin this time they're pressing into it. My nails dig into the skin at the back of her neck and I hear Yang's sharp inhale before a barely noticeable growl rumbles from deep in her throat. It's like the best and worst thing I could hear at the moment. Because not only is it the sexiest sound I've ever heard, it's unfortunately also my undoing. I spin back to her and crash my lips to hers. She reciprocates, but has enough sense to keep us moving to the beat. There are still some bystanders who haven't noticed the change in us, me really, and she's trying to keep it that way.
"Take me somewhere." I pant against her lips.
"Where?" She has the audacity to smile at me. I'm about to combust and she's still playing with me.
"Anywhere," I try again. "As long as we're alone."
I lean forward, needing to feel her lips on mine again but she pulls back, just out of reach. She leans forward again, but instead of latching our lips she guides them along my jaw, only stopping when her warm breath tickles the skin around my ear.
She practically moans and I shiver once more against her body. "You were never meant to be a quick conquest, Blake." Her tongue darts out to taste the skin below my ear before her mouth is engulfing my earlobe. She nibbles gently and the next moan is mine. Her once warm breath feels cold on the damp skin now and It sends a separate pleasure through my body. I don't even want to think about how little it would take for Yang to finish the job. How close just dancing with her has brought me. "This is going to be a slow chase between you and I."
"Fuck." I gulp, fighting to gain control of my body.
As if she knows what I need she pulls away, creating space between our bodies and the loss of her heat upsets me even though my skin is still on fire.
"Will you go to dinner with me-"
"Yes"
"-Tomorrow?"
She chuckles, amused at my hurried answer, but she could literally ask me anything right now and the answer would be the same.
"Good, now I don't know about you but I'm in need of some fresh air." I nod because fresh air is about the only thing that might sober and calm my nerves right now. "Let's get you home shall we?"
And she smiles at me. It's not teasing or sexual or dangerous at all. It's soft and gentle and encouraging, but it has me following her into the cool night air just as easily as her teasing smirks had me surrendering to her on the dance floor.
I'm not sure what the hell I've gotten myself into but something tells me it's going to be more exciting than any book I would have read this weekend