nexilis - f.t

O . e u p h o r i a

"Tonight's your night!"

Your friend's voice damped by your thoughts raging in your head. With the clock striking midnight on the dot, the dark clouds cast a deep shade across the college campus. The smell of weed and liquor filled your nose as you got nearer to the campus basement.

You never even wanted to go out, but your friends coaxed you into tagging along with them saying it's cause you never go out after your history of failed dates or your "boring ass job" so they claim. But their whole point of tonight was to get you laid, or so you thought.

As you entered the basement, you felt the bass pierce through your soles and into your skull, the glimmer of the strobe lights flickering green and blue, and the rhythm of the dance music matching your racing heart. You tried to enjoy your time with your friends as they danced against each other and drank random concoctions from the bars.

Your "friends", pledging to be your wingmen for the night, vanished into the fog machines. One after the other, they were dragged off by the seductions of the other partygoers, stranding without even giving you a second glance. Now alone, you continued to dance, attempting to avoid the other chaotic swell of bodies rutting against each other. The thick air clouding your nose, the smell of sweat, alcoholic breaths, and the feeling of the room spinning made you all the more uncomfortable.

As you danced awkwardly in the clump of people, attempting to fit in, praying the techno music would compensate for the lack of wingmen. But the feeling of loneliness and hollowness still clawed through. You looked all around the room to find your friends either in frenzied make-out sessions or lost in their hedonic lifestyles. You thought tonight was supposed to be yours, but it felt as if it was slipping away into a hot, sweaty, drunken mess as the thumps bumped throughout your nervous system.

You debated leaving--maybe calling it a night. But you felt as if something or perhaps someone stopped you.

Looking back to the dance floor, you saw a shorter woman floating through the crowd with ease. Her light brown eyes caught you in a daze. It felt as if it were only the two of you there, her complexion nearly beaming across the room. The longer you locked stares, the bigger her smile grew, revealing a gapped smile that made your heart skip a beat. There was something dangerous in her expression, but you invited it.

Before you could come back to reality, there she was in front of you. Her hips swayed on beat with the music. Her smooth hands grasped your wrists and positioned your palms on her waist. Being up closer, you were able to take in her visuals fully, the faint freckles that danced on her face, or the blond faux locs that looked like they could wrap you up and suffocate you at any time. You don't know why you didn't pull away from this captivating stranger, whether it be the alcohol or the slight arousal of the woman.

"You look miserable." Her teasing voice is like velvet in your throbbing ears, her British accent resonating in your gut. You laughed nervously, trying to gather your thoughts, "Uh, yeah...my friends left me." You admitted, trying to come across as nonchalant, but more nervous than anything.

She glared at you through her half-lidded eyes, her lips slowly forming a smirk, "Fuck them, I'll be your company then."

She pressed her body against you, her body moving fluidly with the music, it felt as if she was dancing just for you. Your body reciprocated involuntarily, grinding against her.

As she moved slower, you saw her hands grasp for her pocket, pulling out a pair of two green pills with aliens engraved in the middle. "What's that?" Your voice raspy from trying not to ruin the moment. "It's not illegal, is it?"

"Just trust me," she whispered, her voice dripping with playful lust. Without lingering for an answer, she pressed a tab against your lips, her thin acrylic-coated finger running across your bottom lip, her eyes following suit. You hesitated for a moment, but the moment felt surreal. Your mouth subconsciously fell open, and her other hand gripped your chin, keeping it open. As she placed the tab onto your tongue, your watch never left hers. She smiled as you swallowed it.

"Good girl." She mouthed before popping hers. Your heart raced as she moved her hand to the back of your neck, feeling her gentle grace against your now-dry lips. But your heart wasn't beating faster due to her, but the ecstasy stemming through you. You placed your hands back onto her waists, dragging them slightly lower, cupping her lower back "See, now you're having fun." Her warm body pressed against your cold one as the both of you swayed to the beat, your senses heightening by every minute.  The room seemed more alive, the strobe light grew brighter, and the bass simmered through your bodies and never left.

The world besides the two of you blurred into a haze of blurred lights and faceless bodies. The woman's laughter echoed around you, the notes blending deep into your mind creating a foggy soundtrack.

As the music shifted into a slower, sultry beat, she leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "Follow me," she murmured, her tone dripping with mischief. She grabbed your hand and pulled you toward a dimly lit hallway at the back of the club, away from the thrumming crowd.

The bathroom door flung open as she pulled you in. The cool air from the bathroom cools you down immensely. You rested your back against the stall while the woman locked the door behind you. "At least tell me your name..." You removed your sunglasses from the top of your head. "Now why would I do that?" Her raspy accent sends chills down your body. "I dunno wanna remember who I hook up with." "Hm?" She giggled, wrapping her hands around your neck. "I have a feeling this won't be the last time we'll see each other." She teased.

Without waiting for your response, she pressed her lips against yours roughly. You nearly went weak in the knees, feeling her hands roam around your body, her lips inviting you further. Your hands finally rested around her waist, pulling her closer. Your teeth clash with hers, feeling her teeth' gems. Her warm hands delved under your tee, rubbing against your cold stomach. You let out a minute groan at the feeling.

You pull away, hearing banging at the door. "Y/N?" you heard your friends try to pry the door open. "Y/N, Come on! Some guy started a fight and they're kicking everyone out. Let's go!"

You looked back at the woman, a slightly disappointed look on her face, "Can I at least get a number?" She let go of you, tapping your shoulder. "I'll see you soon, Y/N." Your name sounded like pure honey off her tongue. She pecked your cheek and unlocked the door, a sway in her hips as she left.

You had a slight stumble as you walked through the door, your friends still looking at the woman before you. "Did you-?" Sean spoke up. "I think we cockblocked her." Billie scoffed, pointing at your neck.

"Fuck off. Let's just go, I think I'm coming down anyway."

NEXILIS
2024-

" interwoven "

loosely inspired by

eusexua ; fka twigs

fatal attraction ; 1987

my imagination

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