𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 /ˈtɛnʃ(ə)n/ Noun 1. a social phenomenon that occurs when two individuals interact and one or both feel sexual desire, but the consummation is postponed or never happens.
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Warning: Very mature content.
Music blasts loudly in the background but all you can hear is Vi's heavy breathing in your ear, her hands following the movement of your hips, and the music getting faint as the alcohol works in your system.
"Keep going cupcake" Vi whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine.
You move your hips to the beat of the music, your hand hovering over Vi's as the other one reaches for her behind you. Your bodies move perfectly together, swaying from side to side. Matching the music's rhythm perfectly.
"That guy is checking you out," Vi says tightening the grip around your waist.
"Then do something about it," You say back, moving your body closer to hers.
She spins you around, letting you face her. Her one hand wraps around your waist and the other grabs your chin pulling you in for a kiss. Suddenly everything goes quiet and all you can focus on is the movement of her lips on yours and how her hand pulls you closer to her body, the music is almost non-existend, it's only you two at that moment.
"Let's get out of here," She says after pulling away from the kiss.
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"Get on your knees," You ask her, trying to pull her sweaty shirt off of her arms but struggling.
"You first darling," She says with a smirk and pulls your hips down, causing you to sit down on your knees. She then stands up and removes her shirt, throwing it somewhere on the ground.
"You're also sweaty, do you need some help?" She asked with a smile, slurring her words.
You nod your head slightly, looking up at her.
She then goes down on her knees, standing on them so that she's a bit taller, and slowly undoes the buttons behind your neck, moving the fabric to the front and letting it rest on your collarbones, she pulls the dress above your head revealing your bra and the pair of shorts you're wearing to cover yourself. You could feel her eyes scanning your body as she puts the dress down on the floor.
"Are you still comfortable?" She asks as she moves her hands closer to you.
"I pinky promise I am," You say with a reassuring smile.
