Maneater
Jillian was tightening the last bolt on her containment unit when she heard the click of her stereo and an upbeat intro come on. She’d know that song anywhere. She checked the other bolts and when she was satisfied she slid out from underneath her contraption, standing slowly to figure out who was in her lab. The first phrase of the song started and Jillian could hear someone singing along in the corner. That’s where she’d placed Erin’s white board. Erin. She peeked around a pile of junk metal and there she was, dancing to the beat of the song. She was scribbling down equations and Jillian was hypnotized by the way her hips bounced and swayed. The song reached its chorus and Erin sang along softly.
“Ohh, here she comes. Watch out boy she'll chew you up, oh here she comes. She’s a maneater.” Her equation halted and she was writing something else, it look like a word from where Jillian was hiding, but she couldn’t get a good enough look. Erin sighed loudly and then bent to the side to grab her eraser and there it was. Her name. Her name! Jillian Holtzmann. Never before had it looked so beautiful than in the handwriting of the awkward physicist. Erin studied it a moment before she began erasing it, humming the song slightly louder than before. Jillian took the distracted opportunity to sneak up behind her. She wound her arms around Erin’s waist and the other woman spun around quickly, Jillian drawing closer and pressing her against the white board.
“I don’t have much of a taste for men but,” she let her eyes sweep down the taller woman, admiring the view. “You might not taste too bad.” She accented the comment with a wink and Erin’s face flared bright red.
“I-I was just- I mean I was… Um…” Jillian laughed and moved slightly closer, the small hitch in Erin’s breathing making her grin grow. “I would be so into that. Shoot, I mean…” If it were possible her face turned a darker shade of red.
“So, want me to show just how a maneater gets down?” She grips Erin’s hips and grinds against her, winking at her simultaneously.
“I-I we, oh fuck it.” Erin grabs her by the face and pulls her in for a kiss, teeth and tongue clashing together.
“Why don’t we get outta here? I have a fresh can of Pringles and some old Root Beer at my place.” Erin laughed at her ridiculous attempt at seducing her.
“Sounds like a plan to me.”