Preath Oneshots

Welcome To The Jungle

-Part One

Summary: One-Shot based on the song 'Welcome To The Jungle' sung by Neon Jungle.

Tobin was feeling reckless, she had been feeling like this a lot lately. She didn't have anything stopping her from doing so. Reckless in the sense she went out drinking and clubbing any night she wasn't entirely hungover. Nobody was here to keep her grounded and nobody was going to stop her either. Her best friend Allie had just let her do as she pleased. After Alex left her, Tobin was a mess, and not just any mess, a drunk ninety percent of the time mess.

The past week and a half had kept her at the Jungle nightclub downtown, what kept her there? A certain brown haired woman that apparently worked there. Even long after Tobin became drunk beyond recognition, she still retained the memory of the brown haired girl.

To Tobin, this woman was absolutely gorgeous, she was tanned, tall, had stunning dimples and best of all to Tobin, she was extremely fit looking. She was basically what every girl either wanted to be, or wanted to do. And for Tobin, it was the latter.

She'd spent countless nights planning the perfect way to start a conversation, but never starting one. Even after a few drinks and a little extra confidence nothing more happened to the dismay of Tobin.

Until tonight, the club was emptier than usual, the music was the standard mix of bass boosted songs and of course, the brown haired girl was behind the bar. It was just her at the moment, which meant Tobin had to speak to her to find more Alcohol.

"Hi, um, can I get a drink?" The older girl asked nervously, tapping her shortened nails against the wood of the bar.

"You finally hit me up at the bar, you know I want you. My names Christen," the girl behind the bar smiled, but not just any smile, a 'I'm thinking about you in a way I can't say out loud' smile.

"You should come take a break...Christen," Tobin had smiled back, letting her name roll over her tongue and escape her lips.

"Hmm, my coworkers are on a break, can't leave the bar unmanned," Christen had scoffed, continuing to wipe down the top of the bar. Tobin admired the way the girl worked, maybe more so because of what she was wearing. A tight button up top that tucked into her even tighter pencil skirt, and heels that only the best could pull off. Beautiful.

As if by some sort of magic both of Christen's male coworkers appeared from behind her, a taller man Tobin usually ordered off and another one who was equal in hight to Tobin that on occasions she had conversations with. "Hey Chrissy, go have a break for a while, I'm sure this young woman will keep you company!" The taller man beamed.

"I don't have a break for another hour yet Michael," Christen laughed back, patting his shoulder.

"It's okay, it's not busy, we'll cover you!" The shorter guy piped in, his bearded face peering four from behind Michael.

"Yeah come on, pleeeeaaassseee," Tobin had added, noting to herself that she needed to buy both men a drink later on.

"Hmm, okay, just for a little while though! Thank you Michael, thank you Harry," The dark haired woman decided. Untying her apron and hanging it on a hook while exiting through a small side door to now stand on the same side as Tobin. The two men winked at Tobin as she gave them a sly thumbs up.

Gently as ever Tobin took Christen's hand in her own and lead her to the middle of the dance floor, it was secluded but still contained a muddle of people.

"Put your hands on my body," Tobin had whispered into Christen's ear, having successfully gotten the woman to take a break from working.

"I don't know your name yet, but you know mine, can I call you drunk?" Christen had responded, even though her delicately placed fingertips on Tobin's lower back hinted that names didn't really matter right now.

"I'm Tobin, and I'm not drunk tonight," the lighter haired girl had answered, letting her own arms pull the waitress against her.

"You're smooth, quick to make your move," Christen had sighed, relishing the contact that she had lacked for months.

"I can't control myself, I've been trying to get your attention for days," Tobin husked back, letting her nose brush against Christen's. They were so close in fact, that had either one of them wanted to, their lips would touch instantly.

"Make me growl, you know I want you, Tobin," Christen half purred, letting her entire front press against Tobin's.

"I don't think this is the best place..." The slightly tipsy girl grinned.

"There's a bathroom to the left, but be careful, there's wild things on the prowl," the dark haired girls seductive voice rang out, gently gripping the firm muscle of Tobin's behind.

A cheeky grin spread across Tobin's face like wildfire in a dry forest. Christen worried about her coworkers for a few seconds, she had just left them on a busy night, little did she know they had seen the whole commotion between the pair and decided to cover for her the rest of night, labelling themselves ultimate wingmen.

The toilet was slightly cramped, but at least that meant she had an excuse for being face to face with Christen, Tobin decided.

As soon as the stall door was locked Christen had Tobin up against the tiled wall with her lips to her neck; a small mark began to appear very quickly.

Tobin could only watch while making faces of pure ecstasy as Christen's teeth tugged on the button on her jeans, then slid the zipper down all within a few seconds, this girl was heaven.

A single hand slid into the fabric separating Christen from her goal. Her fingers instantly running teasing patterns into the sensitive skin. Upon sliding her fingers lower she discovered an impossible pool of wetness, grinning to herself at the effect she was having.

Christen knew she wasn't going to get much happening in this position especially while Tobin had her jeans around her ankles, clothing needed to go completely. Tugging with light force Christen pried the jeans off, then quickly followed with the triangular fabric of Tobin's surprisingly feminine panties.

With those off Christen sank to her knees, momentarily distracted by the cool floor. A small cheeky grin upwards to Tobin was all it took for the older girl to tangle her hands in Christen's hair and lightly give a suggestive pull in the direction Tobin needed her. The younger girl obliged quickly and began to kiss Tobin's thighs, gently at first then hard enough to leave multiple hickeys.

End Of Part One-