Ida tip toes across the kitchen floor. Her feet padding softly, her hands clamping down on her heels tightly with little to non restraint, silently praying her parents won't hear her.
Caspian has a plan for the two to sneak out of their homes and head to a club. With their fake ids and flashy clothing.
Ida hastily picks up speed as she nears the door and slowly creaks it open then shut on her way out. Subconsciously, she tugs on the skin-tight black dress that Caspain bought her. It definitely is out of her comfort zone with the slyly plunged neckline and short hems, but Cas said it'd look great on her. And that's why she's wearing it as a second layer skin.
Car headlights flash in towards her, she eyes squint, seeing the familiar Jeep pull up to the curb.
Ida grins, softly trekking up on her bare-feet, "Hey." She whispers as she hops into the passenger seat.
Caspian growls, eyes devouring her body. "Ida, fuck! You look so hot." He ducks his head and attaches his lips hungrily to hers.
She hums in appreciation as his moans vibrate into her throat. Her fingers tangling with the back of his hair, the other hand smoothing over his shaft over his pants.
He tugs his mouth off of Idas, but keeps his forehead pressed gently to hers, "Mm, babygirl. D-don't do that or ill take you right in this car." He groans, harshly pulling her hands away from his body.
She pouts foolishly, but does oblige. Buckling her seatbelt and shifting her body towards her window. Bobbing her head softly to the constant beat of the radio.
Caspian always has his channel tuned to the heavy rock music. It's not Idas first choice, nor her second, but if Caspian likes it, Ida likes it.
The car starts and they start heading to the club in an easy silence.
"You're not gonna like..freak out on me like last weekend, right? Because it's a club. Things are gonna get rated r. Drugs. Drinking. Sex." He says, eyeing her carefully.
Ida rolls her eyes, pinching the crook of her nose with her dainty long fingers. "Noooo." She carries the word out like a sad child.
"Good, cus," He starts, his right hand pulling away from the steering wheel and ducking into the hem of Idas dress. His fingers tinkling her upper thigh.
She shivers, a gasp evaporating on her tongue.
"I'm totally going to fuck you, tonight." He finishes and it takes everything in Ida to not moan out an orgasm. Just from his words.
The couple enter the line outside the club. Caspian raising his arm behind Idas shoulder in a comforting protective, bordering possessive way. She snuggled up to him, watching the line dissipate in front of them until they reached the security man at front.
The typical black short sleeve shirt, that tightens at his bi-ceps, his face stern and serious. Eyes piercing between Ida and Caspian.
"Identification." He ordered.
Caspian swiped out his fake ID from his back pocket, supplying it to the man, Ida doing the same.
The guard flashed a thoughtful glare towards both of them for a moment before nodding, "alright." and then tilting his head towards the entrance of the club.
The club flashed with bright purples and greens. Dancers danced in lingerie and sink on the stage. Men crowded the bar, yelling and laughing. Bartenders scrambled around with furrowed brows. And Ida smiled. Happy to be with the one person she loved more than anything. She looked up at him and caught him staring down at her.
"What?" She yelled slightly over the exotic music.
"You just look really fine." He shouted back, lacing his hand with hers and dragging her towards the bar.
Ida couldn't help the frown that itched onto her face—only for a second, but still present—because of the trivial compliment. A beautiful or I love you smile, would've sufficed but the jerk compliments work too..
"I'll have whiskey, she'll have something hard." He said, sending the bartender a wink.
The man behind the counter worked fast, putting the drinks together at ethereal speed.
As they waited for their drinks, Caspian turned his head in Idas direction, unlacing his hand from hers and slowly dragging it up her arm, elbow, shoulder, collarbone—dancing along her neck, towards her jaw, poking her plush lips, and finally reaching her cheekbone.
"What is 'something hard'?" Ida asked after a while of them just staring at the other in silence.
"You'll see." He grinned devilishly, dipping his head down, pushing her hair softly away from her neck, and kissing her neck, the same spot over and over again.
Ida tilted her head back, eyes absently shutting. Her hand pushing his head closer to her skin, closer to her. She didn't care that they were in public. She didn't care that people might be watching. She only cared about how good his lips felt on her skin. Melting away all of her layers. Shuttling closer and closer to the core. Her core.
His hands gripped her hips eagerly and pulled her closer to his pelvic bone. She teasingly rotated her hips against his. The friction of his jeans and her silky material caused Caspian to growl and grip her hips tighter.
Glass clashed against the counter beside them. "Your drinks." The bartender announced them.
Caspian frowned as he pulled away from Ida but sobered up, pushing a twenty towards the man. Then picking up the drinks and handing Ida hers.
"Thanks." She mumbled, sniffling the tip of the glass.
"Drink it. Don't smell it." He told her, sitting down at a stool.
She laughed, "I know what to do, bossy." She said, sitting next to him.
She watched the drink eerily, the thought of not knowing what something hard with a discreet wink meant was scary, but she trusted the man who ordered the drink for her. More than anyone. He could give her a bottle of poison and tell her to drink it and she'd be fine, of course she would. Because she trusts him.
Her eyes peel away from the glass and towards Caspian. His drink halfway downed. Alcohol content layered on his lips. Feeling a stare, his head turned towards hers, furrowing his brows for a second before breaking out into a sincere smile.
With that, she smiled back and drank the drink. Whatever it was it tasted good and it certainly was hard.
