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luna et eve

Luna et Eve

She makes eye contact with him for the third time tonight and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Something in her tells her to look away from him, but she doesn't. She continues to dance, allowing her hips to move with the beat of the music and letting herself feel excited. She smirks to herself, carefully watching as he takes a sip from the blue solo cup in his hand. As a moment goes by, she realizes how long their eyes have held contact, and she finally looks away, almost embarrassed for letting herself to give into the satisfaction of his lust.
When the music begins to die down, leading to the next song, and the people in the room start to lose interest in their surroundings, she lets herself watch as Everett walks over to her. She allows him to grab her hand and pull her into his room, away from the loud crowd. Holding her breath as he shuts the door behind them, she nods her head.
His room is dark, the only light coming from the glisten and glitter of the neon paint and make up from their skin. He moves closer to her, their hot breaths mixing together. "Fun night," he whispers as she wraps an arm around his neck.
"Only because of you," she replies, closing her eyes as she feels his lips press against her neck. She feels herself pulse against his touch, almost like electricity. She moves into his body, breathing heavily as she feels his tongue lick across her neck. Gripping the back of his head, she forces him to look up at her. "Are you sure?" She questions timidly.
He doesn't answer right away, moving her body across the room and onto his bed. He brushes her hair away from her eyes. "I'm sure," he says, "are you?" She nods her head and leans up and kisses him. He reciprocates, his tongue automatically running across her bottom lip.