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It was Saturday night. Laura and Fiona stepped inside The Lantern, the familiar hum of jazz music and low chatter wrapping around them like a second skin. They went to the bar and Laura ordered some wine, her hand then settling possessively at the small of Fiona's back, guiding her across the club toward their usual corner booth, which fortunately wasn't taken.

Fiona was wearing an emerald green dress that shimmered under the club's lighting, with a neckline low enough to attract attention, but not so low that it looked like she was begging for attention. Laura's dress had a high neckline, but was tightly fitting, emphasizing her curvy figure. Being black, it was a perfect match for her hair which cascaded over her shoulders.

As they sipped their wine, Fiona looked around the room, her eyes quickly finding Lila and Evelyn. They were sitting with three other women Fiona didn’t recognize, all dressed the same, in sleek, dark attire that surely meant they were performers. Evelyn soon caught her eye and smirked, before leaning in to whisper something to Lila. Fiona’s pulse jumped.

This exchange of looks hadn't happened without Laura being aware of it. She set her wine glass down, then reached out and placed her hand on Fiona’s thigh beneath the table. “Eyes on me,” she murmured, tilting Fiona’s chin toward her with her free hand. “Unless you’d rather go over there and sit with them?” There was a dangerous edge beneath the playful tone.

Fiona shook her head quickly, warmth flooding her cheeks. “No, I—“

Laura’s fingers tightened on her thigh, cutting her off. “Good,” she purred, leaning in until her lips brushed Fiona’s ear. “Because I didn’t bring you here to share.” Her hand slid higher, fingertips skimming the hem of Fiona’s dress. Fiona’s breath hitched, her knees pressing together instinctively, not to stop Laura, but to trap her hand there, to feel the pressure.

Across the room, Evelyn laughed, the sound clear and bright. Fiona’s gaze flicked toward it before she could stop herself. Laura’s nails dug in, just shy of painful. “Eyes - on - me.” Fiona obeyed, her pulse racing as Laura’s other hand traced the line of her collarbone. “You’re mine tonight. Every gasp, every shiver. Mine.” Her thumb dragged over Fiona’s bottom lip. “Understood?”

A breathless nod. Laura rewarded her with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that left Fiona dizzy. When she pulled back, she noticed that a couple had taken to the dance floor, making slow, sensual movements that blurred the line between dancing and foreplay. Laura’s grip tightened. "Dance with me," she murmured against Fiona’s lips, not waiting for an answer before pulling her up.

The moment they stepped onto the floor, Laura’s hands slid down Fiona’s back, settling just above her hips. The music was sultry, a deep bass thrumming through the air as Fiona melted into Laura’s touch. Their bodies moved together effortlessly, Laura guiding, Fiona yielding. A low hum escaped Laura’s throat when Fiona arched against her, making her misstep.

Across the room, Fiona caught Evelyn watching them, her smirk sharpening as she murmured something to Lila. Laura noticed too, her grip tightening possessively. Her hands slid lower, squeezing Fiona’s backside as she pulled her flush against her. The sudden friction drew a gasp from Fiona, her nails digging into Laura’s shoulders.

The music shifted to something a little faster, and Laura’s hips rolled against Fiona's in perfect synchrony with it. Fiona’s breath hitched as Laura’s thigh pressed between her legs, the thin fabric of her dress doing nothing to dull the sensation. Fiona gasped, her forehead dropping to Laura’s shoulder. Laura chuckled, low and throaty, her lips brushing Fiona’s neck. “You like that?”

“Yes… I like it...” Fiona's words dissolved into another gasp as Laura pressed harder, her thigh relentless. The music swelled around them, the rhythm syncopated, unpredictable, just like Laura’s touch. Across the floor, Evelyn continued to watch them. Fiona didn’t dare give her

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