Survivors Guilt

Should i feel bad?

TW: smut, self pleasure.

The evening progressed, and Beth and George found themselves standing side by side at the bar, taking shots of a strong, amber-colored liquid. The alcohol burned going down, but it also seemed to smooth over the rough edges of their pain. They looked at each other between each shot, a silent understanding passing between them. It was as if the alcohol acted as a temporary balm, dulling the intensity of their emotions and allowing them to exist together in a somewhat comfortable state.

Caught up in the swirl of emotions and the numbing effect of alcohol, Beth's favorite song suddenly echoed through the room. The familiarity of the tune seemed to ignite something within her, and without thinking, she turned to George.

"Come on," she said, her voice slightly slurred but filled with a hint of determination. "Let's dance."

George, his own inhibitions lowered by the alcohol coursing through his system, couldn't help but give in to the moment. He let her take his hand, and together they made their way to the dance floor. The music enveloped them, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to blur around them as he and Beth got lost in the rhythm.

Caught up in the music and the buzz of alcohol, Beth and George continued to dance, their movements in sync with the rhythm of the song. In the midst of their dance, the space between them seemed to shrink, their bodies almost touching as they moved to the beat. Without realizing it, they had gravitated towards each other, their proximity creating a palpable tension in the air.

Beth opened her eyes for a moment realises the lack of space between them. She didn't act on it or even more away she just continued to sway to the music. She felt something she hadn't felt in a long time dancing this close to George.

George became acutely aware of the diminishing space between them, the realization sending a subtle shiver through his body. His gaze kept flickering to the sliver of air that separated them, his mind and body both hyper-attuned to her presence. He felt the warmth radiating from her body, their proximity igniting a mixture of desire and vulnerability within him.

As they continued to move together, the last remaining space between them vanished, their bodies now pressed against each other in an intimate embrace. The feel of her curves against his chest and the faint scent of her perfume filled his senses, intensifying the already charged atmosphere between them. Their dance had transformed into a slow, intimate sway, their movements instinctively synchronized, as if they were moving as one.

Just as Beth and George were lost in the closeness of their dance, Jacob approached them, a slight smile on his face. The interruption shattered the intimate bubble enveloping them, reminding them that they were not alone. As Jacob spoke, they reluctantly broke apart, taking a small step back to create a respectable distance.

"Hey should we go back to the flat George? We can continue to drink there" Jacob asks checking his watch to see there's only half an hour left until his and Beth's birthday.

George looks down to Beth, his face red now realising what just happened between the two. "Um yeah sure mate.. well go out back a apparate back to mine" he gives Jacob a small smile.

Beth nods liking the idea, the whole club suddenly felt overwhelming after what just happened.

After exiting the crowded venue, Beth, George, and Jacob apparated together to George's flat, reappearing in the familiar surroundings of his home. The transition from the lively atmosphere of the club to the quieter, intimate space of George's flat brought a subtle shift in the energy between them.

Midnight came around and they all had a shot to celebrate beth and Jacob's birthday. It was the first time since Fred, Beth felt happy. Laughing, joking, Jacob and George singing happy birthday on the top on their lungs. It almost made Beth feel bad about having a good time without Fred.