“I’ll take that as a yes?” she whispered, and I could hear the smirk in her voice.  It was a voice I’d never heard from her before.  I pulled back and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Me too,” she said with a smile.

“Lets go downstairs and dance some more.  We are having fun tonight, remember?!” I yelled it over the noise of the party.  I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me as she complained about how she didn’t even want to dance.  There was one empty chair by where people were dancing to the same CD that had been on repeat all night.  Spencer bee-lined for the chair and sat down, pulling me down to sit on the edge of the chair next to her.  We were both laughing at her stubbornness.  I could never get her to dance with me and it was kind of like a running joke. 

When my laughter subsided, my head was still down, and I suddenly realized that as she had pulled me down by my left hand, my right had ended up high on her inner thigh, sandwiched between her legs.  The fishnets seemed to bring out what a precarious position I was in.  I didn’t pull away.  It seemed as though it all happened in slow motion.  I moved my head up from looking at her hand, scanning up her body as I sought out her eyes once more.  Past the spandex shorts, flat stomach, breasts peaking out from over the top of the black tank, exposed neck, full, parted lips, and finally, half-open eyes, which seemed to be trained on my lips.  The whole thing was intoxicating, and I lost the ability to think about the possible repercussions anymore.  I moved in for a kiss, and the rest of the room around us was lost to me.  It was only us and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest.  It was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly became passionate, heated, and deep.  Our tongues brushed together, swirling, desperately trying to stay lost in each other, to discover each other.  I squeezed her thigh where my hand was still resting, and I let my nails dig in a bit.  One hand moved to the back of my neck, and the other to my hip, pulling me in for more.