• funny how I said that I suck at writing proper couple stuff of them, but here I am writing another one lmao.
anyway, here's another plotless future fic of them being a hot yet cute ass couple, enjoy!
"Oi lovebirds, get a room!" Lu grumbles as she rolls her eyes - fed up with the couple opposite her, invading her sight.
Usually, she wouldn't care: she's all about getting wasted at the club, doing whatever the hell you want, but since she's been surrounded by pretty much all of her friends being all over their respective partners for the past few minutes, whilst the only two people who could've helped her out of her state of oddness were somewhere else in the club, getting drinks, Samuel and Carla were the last people she could deal with, causing her to voice her complaints.
Although, they're gone to a waste once she realises that the couple in front of her simply ignore her words, and shimmy closer together, and usually they're not ones for pda, but being drunk doesn't help with that.
Lu leaves the table, to find Guzmán and Nadia - glad that they luckily weren't all over each other, and overly drunk - or to join the others on the dance floor, leaving Carla and Samuel alone in the secluded area of the club.
Carla's sat on Samuel's lap as they cling to each other, yet still make small dance moves, grinding against one another's body, and rubbing their bare skin over the warmth of the other.
Their tiny movements flow together, and to the music, as if they're synchronised puppets on a string - feeling like they're rocking on the northern lights; beneath the perpetual motioned colours, seemingly flowing and changing shades between the swirled arrays of blue, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The music fuses within their bodies until Samuel dysfunctions out of the pattern of it, and instead grabs Carla even closer by her waist, pulling her to his chest.
She runs her lush, slender fingers through the locks of his hair, pulling onto the ends and biting her lip, as they both look at each other with eyes lit like candles in the dusky place, the lights sparking with desire and want.
Samuel leans closer, finding it necessary to fulfil his wants, but he doesn't manage as his lips graze the corner of her mouth. He tilts his head, brushing their noses together, with narrowed eyes.
His confusion melts away once Carla places her fingertips on his mouth, now with a vulpine outline, making a small gap of a few centimetres between them. She forms a teasing smile with her next words, "first," and grabs the salt that's sitting next to the lime and couple of tequila shots, "this."
"May I?" Carla asks with a hint of innocence, before licking her lips intentionally, to tease Samuel and his patience.
"Baby, I'm all yours." He leans closer to her ear as he gruffs his words out and tugs on her earlobe.
Carla wastes no time once facing him, pouring the salt on her throat and rubbing it in with her wrist. She straddles him, letting him have a better view of her neck and reaches out for the lime and shot. Her grip tightens on the slice of lime as she feels Samuel's tongue on her skin, soft and wet, making her gasp as the sensation immediately zings between her legs. She sucks in a breath whilst pulling him closer to her neck, pushing on his scalp. Samuel's teeth graze the sensitive skin at the parts of salt that seem to be attached to the column of her neck. His touch drives Carla wild, making her helpless to do anything else other than hold him firm and close, whilst carding her fingers through his hair. With a last imbue of his erotic touch, Samuel pulls back.
He keeps his look on Carla as his arm reaches out and he grabs the tequila shot and downs it. His brows slightly crinkle as the liquid runs down his throat, but soon after composes his attention back to Carla, grabbing the wedge of lime from her grasp.
