Sweetest of dreams

sharing is caring

*Lance*

It was confusing. More than that. But it was exciting. And confusing.

But this beautiful woman with that incredibly resonant name "Feline", leaned against my shoulder as familiarly as if we'd seen each other a thousand times before, while flirting fiercely with Pierre.

We had talked about it briefly. Pierre and I. Because we had become aware of her at virtually the same time. She and Kevin's wife had been pretty much the only ones dancing on the floor, and she had immediately cast a spell over both of us.

"Sharing is caring, right?", Pierre had asked and I had just gone for it.

I hadn't thought it was possible, but because we had clarified beforehand that this wasn't a competition, but could end up with the three of us if she wanted, I was pretty relaxed.

I had my arm around her waist. She seemed to be enjoying it while Pierre kept making her laugh. She nestled her back a little more clearly against my chest. I definitely liked that.

Her warm scent rose to my nose. She was beautiful. In every way. At least in every way I had come to know her so far.

"Okay. You really need to tell us how you became friends with Kevin. He's not the outgoing type," Pierre said.

"We've just always been friends. We grew up together and..." she shrugged "I love him. So as my best friend. But don't you tell him that!" she laughed.

She had a pleasant laugh, her long hair brushing my neck. I let my fingers slide down her neck and then straightened her hair. She gave me a quick glance over her shoulder.

The woman knew exactly what was happening here.

"And actually, he's really sweet. He's just very Danish sometimes." she laughed.

I let my fingers slide from her neck down her back. The dress had a thin zipper. I was tempted to undo it. I wanted to feel her skin underneath. But not here. Not just yet.

"And how come you're here without male company? I mean, you look stunning." smirked Pierre.

She turned back to Pierre fully "Thanks for the compliment. But I'm clearly not drunk enough to talk about it. Unless you want to see me cry, in which case I'll be happy to tell you."

"Ouch. Doesn't sound good," he said.

She reached for the vodka bottle and refilled our glasses. She passed one to Pierre, one to me, and took one for herself.

"Here's to my ex absolutely not being able to satisfy his new girlfriend," she said, tipping the vodka. I shrugged and joined in the drink.

"Got dumped?" asked Pierre cautiously.

"At the altar." she said and immediately refilled herself, only to immediately down the glass "When the registrar asked if anyone else had any objections. His best friend had one.", she laughed bitterly and immediately downed the next glass.

"What luck.", Pierre said and I could feel her tense up "Well, you escaped an idiot. If he really thinks he can have someone better than you, he's either blind, stupid, or both."

"Good save." she laughed.

"I'm serious. I mean the dress... damn.", his gaze traveled down her body "He must be an incredible idiot by now.", a grin slipped across his lips "But don't worry. Lance and I aren't idiots.".

"We know how to treat a woman like you.", I growled and could see the goosebumps moving down her back.

"Is that so?" she asked, trying to sound as confident as possible. But her body spoke a different language as it sank against me.