Thread: Learning How to Fly (ClearSight x Vawnie Bear)

The Dive was not truly a comfortable place for Lightning, if anything it was rather uncomfortable, the music and flow, the throbbing atmosphere and smell that matched the name. None of it appealed to her, but one thing it provided was an odd sense of isolation. The volume and clutter of bodies allowed Lightning to sink away within it all, hide from her problems within a crowd of people and the blast of music, and while she didn't enjoy any of it there was a purpose being served. However in the moment it was providing something else, something more profound, insulation. The bustle around was causing Lightning's senses to drown it all out and focus intensely on Fang, on the playful lips, the smooth bare skin that came into view with the removal of the woman's jacket, on the gentle caress of a finger on her hand. All of it came to the forefront, almost enhanced and magnified by the surroundings, and in no little part by the drinks she had been ingesting all night. The feeling of warm skin against her own did not send Lightning into a frenzy, there was no violence or angered expression, no sudden movement or slow retraction, there was only stillness. Her hand remained in place and ever so slightly she chewed her lower lip between her teeth, grinding the sensitive flesh with pearly whites. Her body throbbed, a deep aching throb that held more desire than anyone should ever let build up and as Fang's eyes challenged her she simply answered the challenge, her own eyes locked on Fang's, her body still as it grew warm and began to react to the slightest touch. There was no doubt, Lightning had been caught up in the tide and Fang was slowly pulling her in, but she didn't struggle or thrash about, there was no attempt to escape or to launch a fist, though somewhere in her head the urge to react defensively and start a fight was doing its best to be heard. Lightning couldn't recall a time when she felt like she currently did, and she had a feeling the next day would have much of a memory of it either, her head swimming from alcohol as much as it was lust. Yet she was not to be slowed or halted, instead her free hand moved up and moved atop Fang's, her fingers gently brushing down the flesh of her hand, not prying or pulling but caressing of her own accord. It hadn't been a decision Lightning had reached to make such a gesture, no, in fact she hadn't realized what she was doing until her fingers had already connected to Fang's hand. She pulled back soon enough though, the hand moving away and her other hand, the one beneath Fang's moving with it, not a full retreat but an almost cute shy gesture, though the expression on her face tried to hide that as much as it hid everything else. Once again Lightning was cursing herself, asking what she was getting herself into, asking why and most importantly if she was really considering doing this. She knew it was too late to back down now but that didn't stop doubts from cropping up for a brief period of time. That was until they were crushed by the desire already too inflamed to put out. She turned her eyes back to Fang's connecting them once more, aqua orbs alight with intent of a sensual nature, and despite her lack of seduction know how Lightning's look was enough to drive most people wild, her natural beauty and grace combining with the effects of both lust driven desire and alcohol to create this near perfect specimen with eyes that asked for more than Lightning could ever bring herself to speak out loud. Lightning was getting swept up in whatever the hell was happening, and as her hand placed itself near Fang's on the table again she was practically offering herself up to be devoured by the tantalizing woman who seemed to have set her sights on what was now being offered from the very beginning.