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It’s about midnights when Beau sees them across the bar. They look beautiful, like a painted master piece instead of a pair of women dancing. Beau briefly wonders if they would dance with her for a song.
Just then the blue tiefling makes eye contact with Beau and smirks mischievously. Fuck. She is definitely caught. She wasn’t even being subtle.
The tiefling leans her head back onto the shoulder of the large woman she’s grinding on and whispers in her ear, not breaking eye contact with Beau. Feeling herself swallow dryly, Beau holds the eye contact. The bigger woman looks up at Beau and nods. Then they’re both walking over her way.
Beau feels the gay panic hit hard. She’s picturing the girls in different ways instead of coming up with something to say. She’s so distracted by the vivid images that her mind is conjuring that she doesn’t realize they’re in front of her already until the tiefling speaks. “Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Jester.” She says with an accent. She, Jester, is saying something, but Beau’s mind is a thousand miles away, thinking exactly one thing.
Beau swallows again, “Nice to meet you Jester.” She says hoarsely.
“And I’m Yasha, her wife.” The other woman says, surprisingly soft, while pointing with her thumb at Jester.
“Hey Yasha.” Beau says with a little more clarity forming in her mind, along with the thought of holy shit this is happening.
“Would you like to dance with us?” Jester asks excitedly, and just like that Beau’s brain short circuits again.
They looked at Beau expectantly for a few seconds before she finally chokes out a “Yeah, sure.” Following them to the space they were previously at, Beau mentally scolds herself. Don’t fuck this up. Don’t blow this for us, brain!
Beau stops in front of them and is dancing a foot or so away from the couple, not yet sure how she fits in. Jester says something, trying to talk over the speakers, but it’s loud and Beau can’t understand her. Jester flits forward and puts her finger in the loop of Beau’s jeans. They pause for a moment, fragile and delicate as it is, to see what the other does. Beau slowly reaches forward and tucks some hair behind Jester’s ear. As if this was what she needed in order to make her next move, Jester pulls with her by her jeans back over to Yasha.
Closer now while dancing a few scant inches in front of Jester, Beau sees her biting her lips, making Beau move her hips to keep up while blushing. Thankfully the lights are dark so she probably can’t see the blush. Probably.
Yasha and Jester are moving together so fluidly, it’s like watching live poetry. Then, Jester is leaning closer to her, closing those few inches and making it hard for Beau to breath. “Come closer.” Jester breaths into Beau’s ear, turning her around and pressing her back against the couple. Jester’s hands urge Beau to move, they both know that if Beau wanted to she could step away, they both know that this is not a demand, but a request.
Beau moves, leaning further into Jester. Big hands come up to lay just above Jester’s hands on Beau’s hips. Yasha. Beau bites back a groan. This is amazing. It’s honestly cinematic, the way they look, the way the night is going. Then Jester’s breath is in her ear again with her voice real low, “I want you on top of me.” Beau shivers, feels Yasha’s hands dip down and squeeze her hips. Beau turns around, still pressed firmly to Jesters’s front. Yasha’s hands slip down to her ass and press down. Beau bites back another groan.
She leans her head forward and kisses up Jesters neck, leaving a line up to her ear then speaking into it, “I want to taste you. Both of you.”
Jester does groan. She looks up at Yasha and jerks her head. Yasha nods, and then they’re leading Beau out of the bar and towards the parking lot. The gravel crunches under their feet, as they step just outside the door. “Do you want to come home with us Beau?” Yasha asks softly. Beau feels drunk, but she’s only had one drink. She nods vigorously and Jester giggles. They both grab one of Beau’s hands and start leading her through the parking lot. They get to a car, and Jester gets out her keys while Yasha crowds Beau against the car. “Can I kiss you?” She asks softly, holding eye contact with Beau.
Beau clears her throat before croaking out a “Please.”
Yasha hums a quiet “Good girl.” Making Beau groan right as she kisses her. Beau feels like she is on fire. The kiss is gentle with just enough bite to not be too soft. Yasha’s teeth drag on Beau’s bottom lip as Yasha presses her body against Beau, pinning her to the car. Beau can feel Yasha’s hands in her hair, and feels her own fall to Yasha’s hips, where they press in. She feels Yasha pull just a little on her hair, just enough to make Beau moan.
Then Jester is clearing her throat. “Can we get home first. I really wanna be able to watch this.” She complains with a pout as they pull away from each other panting. Beau puts her forehead against Yasha’s collarbone and feels her nod. Beau takes a deep breath and sits up laughing.
“Let’s go. Because I liked that and I want more.”