photograph / ln4

five

warning: chapter includes mature content (indicated by a 🌶️!!!!!) once it starts feel free to skip to the end if it's not your thing

THE NIGHTCLUB was vibrating with energy, pink and purple backlights casting a neon glow on the skin of the young couple entering the venue. They were flanked by their friends, chins high and eyes shimmering, excitement shining through.

A Rihanna song was playing in the background, immediately setting the tone for the rest of the night. As they walked up to the bar, Max whispered to Eleanor that there was going to be a special guest DJ tonight, while looking at Lando with mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Eleanor had to be honest, she was nervous. The first tequila shot they downed did nothing to tame the butterflies, and the second only enhanced them. It wasn't until Lando steadily wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her on to the dance floor that her mind stopped racing, and her heart took over.

A Spice Girls song was now playing, and Lando threw his head back, moving his arms in a wave motion, trying to make Eleanor laugh. It was definitely working, as she doubled over and clutched her stomach. He pretended to hold a mic and sing along, before duetting the chorus with Max, moving back and forth with the beat of the music. He grabbed Eleanor's hand and twirled her right into his side, wrapping his arm tightly around her shoulder and forcing her to 'sing' along. The last of the nervous butterflies disappeared as she got lost in the feeling of happiness rolling through her, jumping around with her friends as they sang along to Wannabe.

It seemed to be throwbacks night as the next song was Timber. The crowd went wild, but while everyone was whooping and shaking their hips, Eleanor's attention was on the brunette boy next to her. He looked stunning in the pink and purple, sometimes even blue, lights flashing on his tanned skin, his lips a dusty pink and slightly glossy from running his tongue to wet them. His eyes shimmered, sweat already forming on his brow.

He caught her gaze, smiling while singing along to the song, throwing his hands in the air and moving his hips to the beat. Eleanor found he was quite the dancer: he seemed to know how to move his body effortlessly to the music, and she found herself wanting to move with him. His hand came down to her hip, and she turned so her back was against his chest.

Lando's lips ghosted the bare skin where her shoulder met her neck, making Eleanor's body visibly shiver. She continued to move her hips to the music, although her movements were less focussed as her mind wandered around the room: people dancing, Alena and Max kissing so deeply Eleanor felt like she was intruding, Connor in the distance chatting up a girl at the bar and Tom next to him, trying very hard not to look and instead focus on ordering drinks for the group.

A slight sting on her shoulder caused Eleanor to flip her head to face Lando, who was smirking. His fingers dug into her skin, through the velvety material of her dress. He smiled innocently when their eyes met and pressed a soft kiss to the now-sensitive skin, before twirling her around again and smashing his lips against hers.