Title: And I liked it

Info: Have been listening to "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry far too much.

“I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it”

“So you’re saying you’d never?” Her eyes sparkled in the flashing lights that cut through the darkness of the club.

He looked mortified. “God, no.”

She finished off the rest of her drink and smiled mischievously. “So you haven’t been the least bit curious?” Her tone was far too innocent and he had known her long enough to know that it wasn’t a good sign. “You haven’t ever wondered what it would be like to…you know?”

A roar of laughter ripped through her when he shook his head violently, looking a bit sick. “I’ll bet you have,” her voice dropped to a low, almost silken tone. “But you’re far too much of a testosterone-driven jock to openly admit you’ve thought about kissing another guy.”

Despite the offended look, the blush on his cheeks and the lack of denial made her think she wasn’t very far off of the mark with her assumption.

“Yeah, well,” he floundered, “You’d never do it either!”

“What? Kiss a guy?” She laughed. “I’ve kissed several.”

“No,” his blush intensified. “Kiss another chick. You’ve never done it and you’d never do it.”

She put a finger to her painted lips in thought. “Well, I can’t say that I’ve done it, nor have I put much thought into it. But I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea.”

“Liar!”

The mischievous look returned. “Wanna bet?”

Oh, he didn’t like that look, but the alcohol fogged his brain enough that he couldn’t let go of the subject at hand, if only so he didn’t get completely lost. “Fifty bucks says you won’t do it.”

Without a word, she slid from the booth they shared, her body beginning to sway to the music pumping from the industrial speakers. Like a huntress, she scanned the writhing crowd on the dance floor of her pray. And found her easily.

A petite build that was decorated with bits of glow stick jewelry, creamy skin that seemed to glow under the club lights, and electric purple streaks in her long dark hair, the girl danced alone in the crowd. Her glossed lips parted slightly, the dancer’s eyes were shut and she moved as if she were utterly oblivious to the mass of people around her.

“Hey there,” the huntress slid behind her prey, hands moving to rest almost naturally on the other girl’s hips.

Wordlessly, dancer leaned back against her newfound partner, resting her head on the other’s shoulder. And she pulled her new companion into the dance with her, slipping the other women into the same trance-like state as she.

And when it came, it came as if it were a little less than instinct for both of them, a tangle of lips and tongue and breath. A collision of lips meshed with a ballet of tongues. And when they pulled away, they were both breathless.

When she later sauntered back to the table, he was slack-jawed and stuttering. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, savoring the lingering taste of the other girl’s lip gloss as she slid back into the booth with a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Well,” she said, extending an upturned palm towards him.

He fumbled about to grab his wallet and placed a few bills in her hand. Though when his head cleared a bit, he found his fingers winding about her wrist, tightening as he pulled her smaller arm towards him. “What the hell is that?”

She smiled as she regarded the black scribbling on the inside of her forearm. “Her cell phone number.” The impish grin he was growing to hate twisted her features again. “You know…She thought you were pretty cute…”

He shook his head with a blush, deciding to give up and lose himself in the fog of alcohol. It was a losing battle anyway.

“I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it”