The beat of the music reverberated through the speakers, the overcrowded bodies in the room dipping up and down in tune. She'd been there, in the thrum of sweaty dancers, for over an hour, the time not impacting on her fuzzy mind. She had her eyes closed, lost in the movement and the sound, and in the five cocktails she'd finished before she started dancing. She looked up from her daze as someone shoved past her, her glare following them as they pushed their way towards the bar. A man was standing alone nearby, leaning against the wooden counter with a glass in his hand. He looked bored, swirling the ice in his drink lazily before sipping the last dregs of liquid from it, the only still body in the building. He scanned the room with furrowed eyebrows until his gaze caught hers, locking their eyes together. She smiled at him and she thought she saw the corner of his mouth turn up, but the draw of the music made her turn away and continue her dance.

She closed her eyes and tried to lose herself again, but after only minutes she felt a body fall into her, knocking her off-balance and towards the sticky, solid floor. She could see it approaching her, black racing upwards, and she prepared herself for the pain, but instead a warm arm slid around her and lifted her effortlessly to her feet. Breathless and confused, she twisted around. The arm remained gripping her skin so that when she stilled she was facing someone much taller than her, chest to chest, with barely an inch separating them. Eyes met for the second time, the new proximity allowing her to fully appreciate the depth of the dark blue she had only glimpsed across the room. The man that had caught her was smiling, almost smirking, a dark eyebrow slightly raised. In the back of her mind she could hear someone shouting a slurred apology over the music, but she didn't respond. She stayed with her eyes glued to his, watching as they slid over her face, examining her. His lips came down to her ear and her skin prickled as warm breath breezed over it. "Are you alright?" Came a quiet, deep voice. She nodded. "Good," came the voice again. His hand grazed over the skin on her back, making her shiver. They began to move in time with the music, her hands travelling lightly over his t-shirt, which was tight against hard and toned skin. His free arm came up to her shoulder, deft fingers brushing her hair away and then scraping lightly down her arm to her own hand, which he laced into his so that he could twirl her before pulling her back against him.

The bodies around her started to fade away. They swayed and twisted against each other, alone in the cramped room. Hands strayed momentarily beneath clothing. Their faces remained close together, their foreheads sometimes touching but lips never connecting with skin.

His hands skid down over soft material to grip her back, pulling her even closer to him. She reached up on her toes so that her face could nestle into his shoulder, biting the skin she found there. Within seconds he had found her hands and had lifted them above her head, spinning her so that she faced away from him and then dragging her back tight against him. His lips found her earlobe and his arms slid around her waist to hold her close to him as they continued to move along with the music. She pushed her hips backwards and smiled, leaning her head to the side as he hissed against her neck. Sharp teeth nipped at the skin beneath her ear, retalliating against the steadily increasing pressure of her hips rolling into his jeans. Time melted away like butter over a flame, with no words passing between them but familiarity building as though they were sharing secrets with one another.

"Shall we leave?" He whispered into her ear once he felt he could take no more, and she smiled as she nodded.

Their hands entwined and he pulled her towards the exit as fast as it was possible to manoeuver through the thick thrum of bodies. The second they were outside in the cold air he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with urgency. Her fingers found his hair and she moved her lips frantically against his. He pulled back only far enough to breathe out the words "I have a car," and to watch her long enough to see her nod before his lips were back to tugging against hers.

They had to pull away so that they could walk towards the carpark, stumbling in haste. They reached a car that he unlocked with a key in his pocket, but she pushed him against the driver's side door before he had time to open it, kissing him again. Her tongue reached out to brush over his bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth. He brought his knee up between her legs and rubbed it roughly against her, making her breath catch. He took the chance to flip them over and lift her legs around his waist, holding her there with one hand gripped to the skin beneath her skirt. She used her leverage around him to pull him as flush against her as she could, feeling his interest in her pressing against her through his jeans.

"Where do you live?" She gasped against his lips.

"Too far," he groaned, using his free hand to tug on the handle to the back seat. He stepped away from the car, easily carrying her with him. They moved around the door and stumbled forwards, landing with a thud on the cushioned material. She scrambled backwards as he swung the door violently shut behind him, making the car shake around them. His eyes fixed on to hers as crushed her body into the seat, his legs bent in the small space. He paused with his nose brushing hers, breathing heavily. "I'm Lucas, by the way." She pulled him down against her. "Hallie. Nice to meet you." He laughed and kissed her, letting his fingers comb through her hair. She snaked her hands around to his hips and tugged him against her, making them both gasp. He repeated the motion without prompting, grinding slowly into her, lifting her body up so that their hips could meet in the confined area.

His height was proving restrictive to their motion, with his knees bent and feet pressed awkwardly against the window. She dropped her hands from where they were bunched in his t-shirt and used her strength to slip out from under him and onto the car floor. He interpreted her intention and rolled onto his back, propping his shoulders up on one side of the car and bending his legs so his feet lay flat on the seat. She pushed herself up from where she was squashed behind the passenger-side chair and wrapped her legs neatly either side of his waist, straddling him. Even motiontionless, she could barely breath with the rough feeling of his jeans against her thin underwear. She leaned forward to press their chests together, her arms holding her up just above him. He closed the gap between their lips and used both hands to grip her hips as she ground down onto him.

She let out a sound between a gasp and a moan that made his heart flutter and his head spin, dizzying levels of adrenaline shooting through him. He began to tug at the bottom of her top with one hand, and she leant back so that she could pull it over her head and throw it away from them.

"So do you have a job?" He asked nonchalantly as he pulled his own shirt off and dropped it over the headrest onto the front seat.

"No, I'm an art student," she answered as she unbuckled his belt and yanked it through the loops of his jeans.

"What year?" Two shoes hit the floor as he kicked them off, followed by two socks.

"First." He froze with his hands on her bare thighs. "You're over 18, right?"

She laughed and continued her exploration of his chest with her small hands. "Don't worry, I'm 19. Why, how old are you?"

"24," he replied, resuming the trail of his hands up her legs. She leant down so her chest was pressed up against his, her bra digging into his skin whilst doing wonderful things to his view of her breasts. "That's hot," she whispered, and she grinned at him. His fingers finally reached the cotton under her skirt, which had bunched high up her thighs amidst all the movement. Her smile dropped and her eyes fluttered shut. He studied her features as he gently dragged his fingers over her through her underwear, watching how she bit her lip when his nails scraped lightly over the material.

"What do you do, Lucas?" Her voice caught on his name as he gripped the flesh of her thigh with his free hand.

"I'm in med school," he answered, watching in amusement as her head tipped back.

"Oh, that's interesting," she breathed, barely concentrating as his fingers travelled beneath the cotton and over the flesh it covered. "I hated Biology when I was in school."

He sat himself up a little against the car door so that the palm of his hand was angled directly against her clit, making her head drop forwards onto his shoulder. "Medicine is really more Chemistry than Biology, I've found." She yelped and bit his neck as his finger made its way abruptly into her, punctuating his words. She rocked her hips, making sure to direct pressure over the tent in his jeans, reminding him that she could tease him just as easily as he could tease her.

He curled his finger in retalliation, breathing heavily into her hair as the movement of her hips pushed the back of his hand roughly over the denim. "Off," she whispered in his ear, sliding her fingers over the sides of his jeans. She sighed in frustration as he look his hand away from her and began trying to fiddle with the metal button above the zip. She giggled and gently pushed his hands away, leaning down to kiss him slowly and poignently as she easily undid the button and began to lower the zipper. She pulled away so that she was a few centimetres above his face, looking down at him through a curtain of hair and watching his expression and she carefully began to tug down both the waistband of his jeans and of his underwear. When the angle became tricky, he lifted his hips and helped, never breaking their eye contact. Soon his clothes were bunched around his ankles and he could kick them off, not caring where they landed. His hands immediately lifted to her skirt, gliding the zip down and helping her to slide out of it and drop it over the headrest with his shirt.

Deft fingers tried to repeat the action with her underwear, but instead she pulled away and moved down his body, looking up at him as she began to use her mouth to do something that made his head spin and drop back against the door with a loud thud. Hands fisted in loose strands of hair, guiding her up and down until he was close enough to the edge to fall over into oblivion. Instead he pulled her head back, revelling in the sight of her flushed cheeks and wet lips. "Up," he whispered, and she obeyed. Eyes met and there was a pause, heavy breathing the only sound in the silence of the car and the night. He lifted a hand to her cheek and brushed hair out of her eyes, fingers rough against softer skin. They laced around the back of her neck and it took only a slight tightening of their grip for her to fall forwards and crash their lips together again. Hands started to move with more haste than there had been before, grasping at the last pieces of clothing and gripping at every inch of skin left untouched. Lips traced along cheekbones and jaw lines, teeth grazing along earlobes and nibbling at free skin. They were speaking without words, sharp intakes of breath, sighs, slight moans at every sensation. The heat in the confined space was immense, the warmth of each of their bodies radiating outwards.

Her voice shook when she spoke. "I want-" A car alarm sounded in the distance. They both jumped, suddenly not alone in their world. She sat upright, balanced on top of him.

"Someone could walk past us, or catch us." She glanced out of the foggy window, barely able to see out.

He pushed himself upright, arms lacing around her and pulling their chests together. "Do you want to stop?" He breathed in her ear.

She didn't respond, only closing her eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his lips against her skin.

"Just say the word, Hallie, and I'll stop." He kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, and then leaned back to look at her. It took a moment for her eyelids to flutter open.

"Don't stop."

He smiled before he kissed her, teeth pulling at her lip and hands back at work. Her fingers pulled at his hair as his own began moving in rhythmic motion. Little noises of appreciation escaped from her and he watched as her head tilted back and her breathing sped up.

He took his hand away without warning and she whined.

"Please, Lucas. Please." He smiled again, he wasn't sure if he had ever stopped, and gave her what he knew she wanted with one swift movement that made them both gasp. One hand wrapped around her back as they began to rock against each other, and the other gripped her cheek so that he could kiss her. She braced one arm on a headrest and began to take control, speeding up the pace, riding him until they were both breathless.

"Fuck," he groaned, and she only hummed in response. The steady bounce of their weight on the seats joined in with the noises that began to fill the car, breathy moans and whispered words, skin hitting skin, the slap of a hand hitting the window to steady itself.

They were alone together, the only people in the world, and these were the only feelings in the world. Whines grew louder, whispers turned to words and then to shouts, cries, desperate melodies of high and low notes at once as they each let go in turn.

The movements slowed but didn't stop as they caught their breath, lips interlocked and hands still clutching warm and sweaty skin. She let out a hum of satisfaction and he nodded sluggishly, suddenly exhausted.

"Fuck," he whispered gently, running his thumb across her cheek.

"Yeah, fuck," she replied, leaning into his hand and smiling.

Neither of them had any inclination to separate, only to stay like this, intertwined, feeling that nothing mattered but the rhythm of each other's breathing and the warmth of skin against skin. The sound of the night bled through the window to the rest of the world, a distant background of meaninglessness against the days, months, minutes that passed. Contact details, phone numbers, having to move, to dress, to leave: it was all a distant future, along with the inevitability of a goodbye.