lostlake | D A Y 0 8

[ just for the record, izzy found the sluttiest club dress to wear that barely covers her ass and her shoes may or may not be four inch heels. suffice to say, she is eager to get inside-- it's cold as hell. she fluffs out her curls and hands her coat to the coat checker at the front, shoving the number down into her clutch.

the loud music was already pounding, dozens of people spread out on the dance floor. the perfect venue for her and ben. she didn't have to talk, not much. the amount of men lurking around was a bit of a letdown, but given her choice of company herself she couldn't exactly have gone anywhere else. ]

Get us some drinks?

[ she had to say the words in his ear for him to hear them, her lips tickling his skin. ]

[ thanks for clearing that up because it's a pretty big deal for Ben. like a great thing. thanks for that dress, lord. thank you jesus. ]

[ leans to her when he notices she's about to say something, thoroughly enjoying the intimacy caused by the noise. he nods in answer and disappears for a short moment only to return with drinks. without saying anything he steers them somewhere more quiet where they can settle in before heading to the dance floor. ]

What made you want to come just here?

I wanted to dance.

[ she takes a sip of her drink before setting it down, pulling up her dress a bit. truthfully, it was because she spent the better portion of her day eating junk food and watching desperate housewives and she was a pathetic mess. ben gave her an out, even if doing this--again--was only going to hurt one of them terribly. but at the moment, the moment where she was still upset that noah was in town (and not hers) and feeling regretful for her fight with sophie, flirting and leading ben on sounded like a great idea. because look at the way he looked at her. it was an instant ego boost, even if she couldn't return the feelings. ]

Typically the reason girls want to go to clubs.

Boys too.

[ yeah speaking of ego boosts. Ben has no need for one but that's not to say he doesn't enjoy them tremendously. he had a feeling that Izzy sent some mixed signals the last time they met, but inviting him here with her could only mean that she wanted to see him more, have fun together. she's cute and interesting so he's more than up for it. ]

So this is the best place for that? Doesn't seem too bad. I like it here so far.

There's a floor, drinks and music. It's about as good as it's going to get, especially in Elkins. [ isabella takes her glass, downs the rest of the liquid in it and licks her reddened lips. she reaches forward to grab ben's hand, head turning to glance at the other side of the club. already impatient. not a good sign. she's trying to play it cool, though. ] Hurry up and finish your drink.

You're the expert.

[ but he's not going to bring up New York now, nope. not when she's grabbing his hand and pulling him. he finishes his drink in one go too and lets himself to be led to the dance floor. he's got nothing against being impatient. ]

[ new york won when it came to clubs. definitely. isabella pulls him behind her, careful not to stumble in her heels, as she finds a spot big enough for the two of them to dance. not that they need much space. the heavy bass and typical sexual explicit nature of the music usually called for one type of dancing, although it was something she hadn't done in some time. considering.

she sets his hand on her hip and slid up against him, preparing the ol' bump and grind. let's just hope he's unlike the other half of guys in this club and his erection won't poke her in the ass. ]

[ he's got it under control, ok. rest assured. ]

[ falls in rhythm with her and the music, dancing as close to her as the style allows. she obviously came here for the dancing so they're only going to stop to get more to drink. it's hot and her curls brush his face as they dance and he isn't complaining. ]

[ the style allows closeness on unbelievable levels so you best believe that she's willing to drink as much as possible, welcoming a level of drunk that she typically doesn't in public. but it makes it easier to enjoy herself with a guy she doesn't really like on a day she loathes. his eagerness is what keeps her going, however, how excited he was to merely be in her presence. she got that more than she'd even like to admit.

so she'll just accept her fate-- grinding her ass on ben's crotch with a bit more enthusiasm than is actually there. it gets easier with each drink, and probably a bit more provocative too. luckily she remembers to tug her dress up and down whenever she needs to, keeping everything covered. a problem with wearing something form fitting, short and without any straps. here's to hoping she remembers to keep doing it so nothing pops out. surprise! no. none of that. ]

[ it doesn't go unnoticed that she's drinking a lot and fast, but he figures it's just her way to loosen up. besides he's happily tagging along. it has been some time since he last had the opportunity to go clubbing. the resort isn't exactly the place to find company for that. however, he's not the type to wait for her to get more drunk before making his first move, so once the music slows down before another grinding encouraging track starts playing he pulls her to himself and catches her lips in a kiss. the act doesn't stand out on a dance floor where everyone is more or less doing the same thing or just getting to it once the bass so allows. it's one of those typical kisses shared on dance floor, playful and heated, but he's been waiting to do it. ]

[ this is what the drinks were for. she knew this was coming. if she was in her earlier state of mind, she would have continued to tease him. would have stopped the kiss in some witty, still flirtatious way. probably would have thrown him off a little, would have sent another mixed message. it could have ruined this whole fucked up charade for her. but now?

her arm draped over his shoulders as she pressed their bodies closer, swaying her hips to the slow beat that emitted from the speakers. her lips remained on his, drawing out the kiss as her fingers twirl some of his dark hair around them. ]

[ he reacts to the returned kiss hastily and probably reveals that it kind of meant more to him than he has allowed himself to show or maybe he just realized it himself too. well, whatever it is, it's great. he gathers himself quickly like it's no big deal and leans into the kiss, letting his hands travel lower on her body, like they're supposed to do when you're making out in a club. the swaying continues from his side too but it's obvious he's more into what they're doing right now. ]

[ and her drunken state makes it impossible to focus both on attempting to dance (so they're basically stopped completely) and making out (which, thankfully, he's good at despite not having soft lady lips). she does notice this. eventually. her hand drops down to his and she pulls from the kiss to tug him from the dance floor to shove him against a wall at the side of the club where she can resume their kiss, where no doubt some pervy men are a little too-obviously watching. ]

[ he's been going out with a woman for the past two years, he's got this. the only thing he hasn't got are boobs so sorry about that and yeah, maybe his body isn't that soft, but he's trying to make up for it in other ways. being shoved around like that just confirms further that Izzy is into him, so into him, and it's so great. best day ever, he can feel it deep in his stomach. he cups the back of her neck and switches them around so he's blocking the view from the pervy guys. too bad! unless they're into guy butts too. ]

[ isabella is going to let this continue. for a while. she lets one of her hands wander, roaming his chest, groping his ass when she pulls him closer to her to grind her hips against his. eventually that had slips in between them, rubbing his crotch through his pants. her lips break from his, leaning forward to whisper in his ear once more. ]

Take me somewhere.

[ lets out a breathless chuckle because oh my. ]

How far do you wanna go?

[ his voice is low and with that hand right there he's not prepared to go very far. ]

I had to give up the hotel room this morning.

[ and it's a long way to Blackwell. ]

[ her hand isn't moving. enjoy that. ] We just need a place with a horizontal surface.

[ come on, ben. don't make the drunk girl think too hard. that could be bad for you. ]

[ well well well. ]

And no glass shards.

[ that cuts their options in half. he kisses her one more time before pulling away from her and her hand, grabbing her wrist instead. let's go. his vision feels hazy too but his step is light and he's pretty sure he has never felt this optimistic in his life. there's gonna be a place and they'll find it. ]

[ it's not until he leads her upstairs where they find the dressing room for the staff unlocked. he closes the door after her, locking it with one hand when already pulling her to him with the other. he catches her lips in a heated kiss again and slips a hand under her dress, finding it in a very similar place where her hand was on him just moments ago. ]

[ at least there's a hint of danger to this all. the possibility of getting thrown out of one of the only clubs in elkins if they're found up here. she barely made it up the stairs, but ben was practically dragging her up them so she found herself quickly locked in this unfamiliar space.

but there were horizontal surfaces. that is what her requirement was. ten points to ben. and boy, did he react quick. isabella moans against his mouth before she finds herself returning it, hips rocking against his hand as she reaches down to hike her dress up. ]

[ and that's only the beginning. if Izzy's taking care of the dress, he's left with the panties that he quickly pulls down, also shrugging out of his own shirt in this fast moving process. he backs Izzy to some bench that the staff probably sits on to tie their shoes before heading home and helps her down with a laughter because they're both being probably very clumsy at this point of the night. once he's sure Izzy's sitting there nice and tight without falling on the floor, which would be awkward, he firmly but gently spreads her legs and leans down to kiss her there. if she closes her eyes she can imagine it's a girl doing this. isn't that nice. or well, maybe not, because he's not that good. ]

[ oh yeah, there's definitely laughter. isabella can barely move around in her heels, a mistake on her part as she seriously underestimated how much liquor she'd want to drink. at least ben has, so far, been a good leader-- she hasn't broken an ankle yet!

but no. it's a bit difficult to imagine ben as a woman, but at this particular moment it's not necessarily a bad thing. isabella just expected to be pushed against something and pounded, the stereotypical response to a girl luring you somewhere for sex. wham bam and done without any sort of satisfaction. but there he was, being a gentleman. that'd only make this worse in the end.

her fingers thread in his dark hair and she lets out a breathy groan, eyes closing to allow her to focus purely on the pleasure. ]

[ he just really likes her and wants her to enjoy this even though this is what it is, a quick one in the dressing room of some club. when he falls for someone it happens fast and thoroughly and despite the fact that he may strike as the cheating type with all his recklessness, he's always focused on the one person until he starts feeling trapped. then things get out of control. but even then he never does it on purpose. ]

[ right now he only has eyes for Izzy and that's what he's trying to make her see too. make her realize that he wants her to be happy. he himself is happy enough, pausing occasionally to laugh it off because he just feels so good this moment and the drinks from earlier are still lifting his spirits. ]

[ once it seems like Izzy has gotten to the edge he stops, wipes his mouth on his wrist and reaches around for his wallet. ]

[ there's something strangely adorable about him laughing in between her legs. that momentary sobriety hits, a pang of guilt moving over her before the drunken numbness sinks back in. she'll feel that one later. maybe.

when he moves from her she leans forward, both hands clutching the edge of the bench. half-lidded eyes watch him fumble around for his wallet, thinking of nothing else but for him to hurry it up. ]

Come on, loverboy.

[ a drunken slur of words that were attempted to sound sexy. did she manage it? ]

[ to him she sounds sexy even when she talks about baking so what do you think. ]

Don't fall off the bench now.

[ it's a legitimate concern since it's a pretty narrow bench and they're pretty drunk. she even more than him. ]

[ finally manages to locate what he was looking for and unwraps the condom. getting out of his pants is a relief since they had been starting to feel tight for a while now. puts it on and climbs on the bench with his other foot still firmly on the ground because they're going to fall over if he sits on the bench too. definitely. takes a hold of her hips and kisses her, very turned on by her Eagerness. ]

I'll be fine. [ she purrs. there is nothing not hot mess about isabella at the moment, but at least she seems to be pulling it off well. she peels away from the kiss to shift her hips, doing some sort of awful balancing act on the bench to drape a leg around him. there were probably better surfaces for this, but now they're here so she guesses this will have to do.

isabella glances toward the door before she reaches forward to clutch his shoulder, rocking her hips against his. ]

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