Dirty dancing
The greatest pleasure of Earn’s life those day was being officially Fahlada’s girlfriend. It didn’t take long for the entire management faculty to find out, thanks to how endlessly she talked about it.
It was lunchtime, there wasn’t a lot of people around, the cafeteria was animated by faint noises and light sounds. She was seated with her friends—Bianca, Mateo, and Ana—chatting animatedly about the new exchange students while eating. Earn was so engrossed in the conversation that she didn’t even notice her phone ringing.
“I bet the Spanish ones are going to be sexy,” Bianca remarked with a sly smirk. “And you, Earn? Who’s your bet on?”
The blonde huffed, stretching lazily. “Sorry, but I’ll bet anything you want that none of those exchange students will be hotter than my girlfriend.”
Bianca and Mateo rolled their eyes.
“Please,” sighed Ana. “You talk about her like she—”
But Earn’s mind suddenly drifted from the conversation as she spotted Fahlada in the cafeteria. The brunette was still wearing her doctor’s coat, surrounded by three men who were clearly vying for her attention. She smiled politely at them, unaware of their intentions.
That was precisely why Earn could never be mad at Fahlada—she was clueless about how others perceived her. Still, Earn couldn’t help but frown slightly, even though she was happy to see her lover.
The moment Fahlada’s eyes found Earn, her face lit up with a radiant smile that made the blonde instantly forget about the three men. Fahlada jogged over like an eager puppy reunited with its owner.
“Hello, you,” the brunette said in a calm yet sweet tone, her eyes filled with affection for the younger woman.
“P’Mor!” Earn couldn’t restrain herself. She stood up and kissed Fahlada possessively on the cheek. The older woman instinctively wrapped her arm around Earn’s waist, blushing under the curious stares of her friends.
“And hello to you all,” Fahlada greeted in English, addressing Earn’s friends. Then she switched to Thai for Earn. “Sorry to disturb you during lunch, but I’ve been trying to reach you. You weren’t answering your phone.”
Earn quickly grabbed her phone to check the missed calls and messages. “I’m so sorry, baby,” she pouted. “I got so caught up in the conversation that I didn’t notice.”
Fahlada chuckled softly and took Earn’s hand. “That’s okay, love. I just wanted to give you the house key.”
Earn looked at her in disbelief.
Fahlada shyly ran a hand through her hair. “I’m going to be home late tonight. There’s an unplanned intervention in my schedule. I thought it’d be better if you had a spare key so you don’t have to wait for me. And you’re always at my place anyway.”
The brunette pulled a small key from her pocket, a tiny capybara keychain dangling from it. “If you don’t—”
Before she could finish, Earn pulled her into a tight hug. “Of course I will!”
Fahlada smiled warmly, returning the embrace before kissing Earn on the head. “Well, here’s your key, love.” She gently pushed Earn back. “I’ve got to go. I snuck out of the hospital, and I need to get back quickly.”
With a final “I love you,” Fahlada left as quickly as she had arrived, leaving Earn staring after her with a loving gaze.
The blonde barely had time to sit back down before her friends pounced on her.
“Okay, you were right. She’s freaking hot,” Ana declared, fanning herself.
Earn smiled smugly. She loved when people acknowledged how attractive her girlfriend was.
“Girl,” Mateo chimed in, “the angel face, plus the sweet smile, plus the doctor uniform—that’s sexy.”
Bianca nodded in agreement. “Does she have any siblings?”
Earn laughed at her friends’ antics. “I told you. And honestly, I don’t think anyone could compare to her. Besides, I love her too much to even look at anyone else.”
"Well, if I were you, I’d be in love too. I mean, she’s gorgeous," Ana stated.
"And sexy," Bianca added.
"Calm down, guys," Earn said, eyeing her friends with a mock-stern expression. "She’s taken, right? She already has a beautiful girlfriend who she’s very much in love with."
Bianca rolled her eyes at her. "Don’t worry, darling. We’re not going to try anything," she said, pinching Earn’s cheek, earning a groan from the blonde. "But it’ll be hard not to drool over her."
"Right," Mateo chimed in. "But if I were you, it’s not us I’d be lecturing." He nodded toward the cafeteria entrance.
Earn turned her head to see Fahlada surrounded by the same three men from earlier. Her expression darkened. "Yeah, not on my watch," she muttered before standing up and striding toward her girlfriend.
The table watched with amused smiles as Earn marched off.
"Good luck to those guys," Bianca remarked with a smirk. "They’re not ready for what’s coming."
The three of them watched intently as Earn made her way to the brunette.
"Baby!" Earn called out loudly, catching Fahlada’s attention.
The older woman turned around, surprised, just in time for Earn to grab her face and kiss her in front of the three men. "You forgot this," Earn said with a cocky smile before planting another kiss on Fahlada’s lips. The three men stared, blushing in stunned silence.
"And who are these guys?" Earn asked, eyeing them up and down.
"They were offering to show me the way out of your faculty," Fahlada replied, cheeks rosy, as she reached for Earn’s hand.
Earn’s sharp glare made the men shift uncomfortably. "Well, that’s kind of you," she said with dripping sarcasm. "But you’re not needed here. Thanks for the offer, though."
The men gulped and quickly made their exit.
"Come on," Earn said, grabbing Fahlada’s wrist. "I’ll walk you to class."
Fahlada might have been oblivious to others’ intentions, but she was attuned to Earn’s feelings. As they made their way to the hospital, she gently broke the silence.
"You’re not feeling well," Fahlada said softly. "Do you want to talk about it now, or later?"
Earn took a deep breath and stopped walking. They were just outside the interns’ door. She turned to face her girlfriend. "I don’t like it when people try too hard with you. It puts me in a bad mood."
Fahlada smiled, bringing Earn’s hand to her lips for a gentle kiss. "That’s okay, love—"
"No, it’s not," Earn interrupted firmly. "It’s disrespectful, and I hate that kind of behavior."
"You’re right," Fahlada agreed. "But there will always be idiots."
"Exactly," Earn said, rolling her eyes. "And I don’t care if they’re idiots—they can be as stupid as they want. Just far away from me."
Fahlada’s lips twitched with amusement. "You know what?"
Earn tilted her head, waiting.
"Next time, I’ll pull the director card," Fahlada said teasingly.
Earn softly laugh. What they called the "director card" was Fahlada’s work persona: authoritative, icy, bossy, and utterly unflappable. She had a reputation for putting people in their place with sharp, cutting words.
"They’d be traumatized," Earn said with a smirk.
"Isn’t that what you want?" Fahlada replied, smiling knowingly.
"Maybe…" Earn whispered playfully.
They lingered outside the hospital for a few more moments, talking, before finally parting ways. The head doctor would undoubtedly start looking for Fahlada soon.
As they said their goodbyes, Earn shot Fahlada a mischievous look. "And you’re not allowed to step foot in my faculty wearing your uniform."
Fahlada arched a brow. "What’s the reason?"
"You’re too hot in it," Earn said without missing a beat.
The brunette chuckled softly. "It’s my work uniform, love. There’s nothing ‘hot’ about it."
Earn pulled her closer by the waist, her eyes glinting with affection. "There’s you wrapped in it," she whispered against Fahlada’s lips. "And that’s already enough."
Fahlada leaned in, ready to claim a kiss, but Earn stopped her with a hand over her mouth.
Fahlada let out a soft whine as Earn tapped her lips playfully with two fingers. "Think about it," Earn purred. "While you’re at work, people will be hitting on you,"
Fahlada’s gaze flickered to Earn’s lips with barely contained frustration.
"People will be drooling over you all day," Earn added with a dramatic pout. "What a shame for them." She brushed Fahlada’s cheek softly. "You’re already taken, right, baby?"
Fahlada nodded weakly. "Yeah. I’m all yours."
Earn leaned back with an innocent smile and a smug look. "That’s right. All mine."
With that, she spun on her heel and sashayed back toward her friends, leaving Fahlada standing there, dumbfounded.
"So… no kiss?" Fahlada whispered to herself, her cheeks flushed as she watched the blonde walk away.
The fact that Fahlada was oblivious didn’t bother Earn. What truly irked her was how other people mistook her girlfriend’s polite behavior and kindness as an open invitation. They’d already had a discussion about it—well, it was more of a monologue from Earn, with Fahlada quietly listening and nodding in agreement. After all, the brunette wanted her girlfriend to feel secure and at ease in their relationship.
“So, if you notice one of these behaviors, which are…?” Earn prompted, pausing for Fahlada to complete the sentence.
The older woman, seated comfortably on the couch, watched her girlfriend gesticulating animatedly. She recited the list like a practiced lesson: “Trying to initiate physical contact, laughing too loudly when I talk, or following me around to get my attention.”
“Exactly, baby,” Earn said, her face lighting up with approval as she planted a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “So, what do you do when this happens?”
“I mention my beautiful girlfriend, who I’m happily in love with,” Fahlada replied smoothly.
Earn nodded, satisfied. “And if they persist, what do you do?”
“I quietly back off and tell them to stop bothering me,” Fahlada answered seriously.
“Perfect,” Earn beamed.
Being in a relationship with Fahlada was easy. The woman always listened attentively, never interrupting or questioning Earn’s boundaries. She acknowledged and respected the blonde’s perspective and feelings in every situation.
“Now, shall we go?” Fahlada asked as she grabbed her bag. “I need to be at the stadium early. Will you come see me?”
Being in a relationship also meant taking an interest in each other’s hobbies.
Recently, Fahlada had discovered a new one: sports.
Her body had always been… well, prettily shaped. But ever since she started working out, Earn’s self-control had been put to the test. Understandably so—on the first day Earn walked in to find her girlfriend in a sports bra and shorts, her messy hair clinging to her damp skin, slightly out of breath as she drank water—the blonde had reacted like any human would: by promptly sending her to the shower. Not without leaving a trail of kisses, bites, and love marks on her toned stomach first.
To add to the temptation, Fahlada had joined the university volleyball team. Because of her busy schedule, Earn hadn’t yet had the chance to watch one of her girlfriend’s games.
“I will!” Earn chirped enthusiastically in response to the invitation.
“Really?” Fahlada’s eyes lit up with excitement, her smile widening.
“Yup,” Earn said proudly. “I’ll finally see my girlfriend’s game today.”
Fahlada stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Earn’s waist. “My girlfriend will come to see me play,” she whispered teasingly.
Earn hugged her back tightly. “You’re going to be amazing,” she said in a whisper, squeezing her a little more. “I’ll be cheering so loudly you won’t hear anyone else.”
Fahlada chuckled softly as Earn rested her head in the crook of her neck, humming contentedly. “Is that so?” she teased.
“Yeah,” Earn said, lifting her forehead to press it gently against Fahlada’s. “Only me.”
They stood there, quietly swaying, savoring the moment.
“I love you, Earn,” Fahlada whispered.
Earn smiled, grazing their noses together. “I love you too, Fahlada Thananusak.” She pressed her nose into Fahlada’s dimples as the brunette grinned at her confession. Their sweet moment ended with a tender kiss.
“You can go ahead without me,” Earn said as they parted. “Tan and Bow will pick me up. We won’t be late, I promise.”
Fahlada arched a knowing brow but smiled anyway, kissing Earn one last time before leaving.
Earn knew her girlfriend hated being late, and although the blonde wasn’t naturally punctual, she always tried her best not to keep Fahlada waiting.
True to her word, the trio arrived at the game on time. To Earn’s surprise, volleyball drew quite a crowd. She hadn’t expected to enjoy it as much as she did—but she did, especially since seeing her girlfriend in her sports uniform awakened a new fascination: an undeniable attraction to pretty girls (specifically, Fahlada) playing sports.
“Damn,” Earn whispered to herself as the teams exchanged the ball. “Have you seen that?”
“Seen what?” Tan asked, leaning in, confused.
Before Earn could respond, Fahlada scored the final point, making the crowd erupt in cheers. Her teammates swarmed her to celebrate, and Earn couldn’t be prouder. That was until Fahlada casually took off her top, leaving her in a sports bra.
Earn had always known she was head over heels for Fahlada, but at that moment, her attraction surged to a whole new level. She sat there, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, utterly mesmerized by her girlfriend.
What she failed to notice at first was the faint purple and rosy marks visible on Fahlada’s toned torso.
“Is that—” Bow began, cleaning her glasses as if to confirm what she was seeing.
Earn followed her gaze and, realizing what her friend was looking at, broke into a proud grin.
“My girlfriend is amazing,” she declared loudly.
From that day forward, Earn cleared her schedule and worked ahead in her classes to ensure she could attend every one of Fahlada’s games.
Fahlada felt incredibly lucky to have someone like Earn. Supportive, loyal, endlessly patient, and deeply understanding. For her, Earn was more than a lover—she was a treasure. Something precious and irreplaceable. Something Fahlada wanted to keep all to herself. She wanted to be selfish, to guard this love fiercely, and never let anyone else have even a glimpse of it.
When Fahlada shared this sentiment with Earn one evening, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh softly. They were lying in bed, tangled together, the warmth of their bodies blending effortlessly.
“I could work, and you could stay home, raising the dogs we’re going to have,” Fahlada whispered, her voice soft and full of longing. “I’d provide for everything, and you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.”
Earn chuckled against her neck, her breath warm and comforting. “And what if I want to work?” she teased, lifting her head to meet her lover’s eyes.
Fahlada’s lips formed a small pout, her expression equal parts stubborn and adoring. “Well, of course, it’s your life, and you can do whatever you want,” she admitted, albeit reluctantly. “But… if you just wanted to stay home, I wouldn’t complain. I’d be so happy.” Her voice grew faint at the end, almost shy.
Earn smiled, her gaze soft but playful, and shifted her position so she was leaning over the brunette. “And why would I stay home?” she asked with a teasing tilt of her head, her golden hair falling around her face like a halo.
Fahlada reached up, grabbing the blonde’s collar gently to pull her closer. Their faces were so close now, breaths mingling, their lips mere inches apart. In a whisper, Fahlada responded, her voice low and possessive.
“So I could keep you for myself. Only for me.”
Earn’s lips curved into a tender smile before she kissed her girlfriend, her touch sweet and filled with affection. Between kisses, she murmured softly, “I’m already all yours. Every part of me belongs to you.”
Fahlada’s heart swelled at the words, her love for Earn growing impossibly deeper.
“I’m fully yours,” Earn repeated, sealing her promise with another kiss, as the world outside their embrace faded away.
It was exactly why Fahlada struggled when Earn discovered a new passion: dancing. Not clubbing, but real dancing—the kind that involved preparation, grace, and expression. Earn loved every part of it—getting ready, slipping into adorable dresses, and losing herself for a few hours on the dance floor.
But for Fahlada, it wasn’t easy. She already knew she wasn’t a fan of dancing. Why? Well, for two reasons.
First, she was ridiculously jealous. Watching other people admire Earn’s beauty and grace was okay. Her girlfriend deserves all the love in the world. But, some individuals were too bold with their interest towards her. It always set a fire in her chest that was hard to extinguish.
Second, she didn’t think she was good at it herself. Dancing made her feel awkward and exposed, and the idea of trying and failing in front of others filled her with dread.
Earn, ever patient, had tried to reassure her. “It’s not about being perfect,” she’d said with that gentle, knowing smile that Fahlada adored. “It’s about having fun. Just letting go.”
Still, Fahlada couldn’t help the knot in her chest whenever Earn came home, glowing with happiness from a night of dancing. She wanted to share that joy with her, to be part of it—but the insecurity and jealousy gnawed at her.
Even so, she couldn’t deny how proud she was of Earn. Watching her thrive in something that brought her so much joy made Fahlada’s heart swell. Earn was happiest when she danced, and when Earn was happy, Fahlada was the proudest girlfriend in the world.
Even if it was hard, Fahlada promised herself that she would try—because Earn deserved someone who supported her passions wholeheartedly. After all, wasn’t that what love was?
It was another Friday night, and Fahlada was at Bow’s place, working on a presentation for the upcoming week. The group was satisfied with their progress and had shifted into casual conversation while Tan reviewed the final details.
“So, what are you doing after this? Spending time with your girlfriend?” Bow teased, smirking at Fahlada.
The brunette chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Nope, she’s going out dancing tonight,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of pride.
Bow frowned, narrowing her eyes. “You’re not going with her?”
“Well, I want to, but…” Fahlada sighed and ran a hand stressfully through her hair, her mind replaying last week when she’d been getting ready to join Earn but chickened out. “I don’t know how to dance,” she admitted quietly. “Maybe it wouldn’t be as fun for her if I went. I want her to have a good time.”
Bow stared at her friend for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. “Darling, since when has Earn said that to you?”
Fahlada looked up, slightly caught off guard. “Uh…”
“That’s the point. Don’t make assumptions on your own. Your girlfriend would kill to have you with her.”
“I…”
But Bow didn’t wait for her to finish. A plan was already forming in her mind. “You know what? Tan, we’re going out tonight.”
“What?” Both Tan and Fahlada stared at her, dumbfounded.
“You heard me,” Bow said decisively, brushing off their confusion. She turned to Tan, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Young man, you have one hour to get ready. Go.”
Before Tan could even protest or make sense of what was happening, he found himself outside Bow’s condo, her strict promises of “terrible consequences” if he was late ringing in his ears.
Bow turned back to Fahlada, her devilish smile in full effect. “Now, let’s get started.”
If Fahlada had ever imagined herself in this situation, she wouldn’t have believed it. But here she was—sitting still as her friend finished applying a bold red lipstick, wearing clothes she’d never dreamed of putting on.
She glanced down at her outfit, her discomfort palpable. She was dressed in a black lace tank top that revealed more cleavage than she was comfortable with, paired with a mid-length black skirt that sat precariously low on her hips. The thin material clung to her frame, leaving little to the imagination. Her shoulders, stomach, and back were all exposed, making her feel incredibly self-conscious.
“Whoa,” Bow whistled in amazement as Fahlada stood up to put on the heels Bow handed her. “Girl, you look gorgeous.”
Fahlada squirmed, tugging at the hem of her skirt. “I’m not sure about this…” she muttered, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. “It’s kinda… sexy?”
“That’s the point,” Bow replied with a smirk as she zipped up her own dress. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later. You’re perfectly dressed for the place we’re going.”
Fahlada scoffed. “You mean perfectly underdressed. I’ve got too much skin showing.”
Bow rolled her eyes. “Stop complaining and grab your bag. Tan just send me a message. He’s already waiting for us outside.”
“Wait, where’s the jacket?” Fahlada asked, her eyes widening in panic.
“Not tonight, darling,” Bow said, grinning mischievously. “We’re going in raw.”
“Uh? Wai—wait—” Fahlada stammered, but Bow wasn’t listening. Without giving her a chance to object, Bow grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the condo, ignoring her protests entirely.
“Oh wow!” Tan exclaimed, shaking his head with a grin as Bow and Fahlada walked toward his car. “You girls are going all out tonight,” he added, giving them a once-over. “You’re gonna have your girlfriend locked in, Fahlada.”
Bow chuckled, tossing her hair over her shoulder, while Fahlada rolled her eyes. “Let’s just go already,” she muttered, tugging on Bow’s arm to get moving.
When the trio arrived at the club, the long queue outside was buzzing with energy. The faint thrum of music leaked through the doors, setting the mood. But instead of waiting in line like everyone else, the security guard waved them through without hesitation.
Fahlada didn’t miss the subtle way Tan slipped a few bills into the guard’s hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“What?” Tan defended, holding up his hands as if caught red-handed. His friends shot him disapproving looks. “Listen, you should be thanking me. Otherwise, we’d be standing out here all night freezing.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bow said with a dramatic eye-roll. “Now come on, we need to find Earn. We’ve got a mission.”
Inside, the bass reverberated through the floor, the club pulsing with neon lights and bodies swaying in sync with the music. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and expensive liquor.
It didn’t take long for Fahlada’s eyes to scan the crowd, searching for her girlfriend. And then, she saw her.
There she was. Earn stood in the middle of the dance floor, the center of attention, her body moving like a goddess summoned by the rhythm. She wore a short, lacy white dress that clung to her figure perfectly, every curve accentuated by the dim glow of the club lights. Her hips swayed, thrusting to the beat, her movements fluid and hypnotic.
Fahlada felt her throat go dry. The music seemed to slow down, or maybe it was just her perception, as Earn’s movements grew more sensual, more deliberate. Each beat of the song brought her hips lower, her body pressing closer to the ground in perfect sync.
And then it happened. The hem of her dress, already teasingly short, inched up her thighs as she dropped to the rhythm. Fahlada’s lips parted slightly. “What the…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. Her eyes darkened, heat pooling in her chest.
Just when she thought Earn couldn’t make her heart pound any harder, her girlfriend turned around. That was when Fahlada noticed the dress’s daringly low back—no fabric, just smooth, golden skin—and the faint indentations of Earn’s back dimples.
That was it.
Fahlada’s mind went blank, all rational thought evaporating like mist. Her jaw tightened as she started moving, her feet carrying her across the crowded dance floor with singular purpose. She wasn’t even aware of Tan or Bow anymore. All she could see, all she could focus on, was Earn.
And she wasn’t stopping until she reached her.
Earn was mid-spin, her hands trailing up her body as she let the music guide her. She didn’t see Fahlada coming at first, too lost in the rhythm, her lips curved into a teasing smile.
But when Fahlada reached her, she didn’t bother with pleasantries. Sliding a firm hand around Earn’s waist, she pulled her in close, catching the blonde completely off guard. Earn gasped, her body stiffening for a moment before her lips curled into a wicked grin when she realized who it was.
Earn couldn’t deny it—she was thrilled to see her girlfriend. The excitement bubbled up in her chest, too obvious to conceal, and she didn’t even try to hide her wandering gaze. Her eyes roamed over Fahlada’s figure, lingering far longer than necessary. Earn drank in the sight greedily, her darkened eyes tracing every curve and detail, her breath catching at the beauty before her. Each inch she admired seemed to stir something deeper, pulling her into a haze of quiet longing.
“Well, hello to you too,” Earn purred, her voice low and teasing. “What’s gotten into you?”
Fahlada didn’t respond immediately. Her eyes roamed over Earn, taking in every inch of her in that dress. Her voice, when it finally came, was low and rough. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Earn tilted her head, her grin widening. “Dancing. Isn’t it obvious?”
“That’s not dancing,” Fahlada shot back, her hand tightening on Earn’s waist. “That’s…” She trailed off, her jaw clenching as her girlfriend’s laughter bubbled up, soft and sweet yet maddeningly smug.
“What?” Earn teased, her lips brushing dangerously close to Fahlada’s ear. “Too much for you?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing,” Fahlada growled, her composure slipping further.
“And you’re acting all jealous,” Earn countered, her voice honeyed with mischief. “It’s cute.”
The tension crackled between them, a palpable mix of frustration and desire. Around them, the club seemed to fade into the background, the pounding music a distant echo as they stared at each other. Earn’s smirk softened slightly, her fingers trailing up Fahlada’s arm, goosebumps appearing on it.
Fahlada’s breath hitched, her gaze flickering between Earn’s teasing smirk and her lips. She felt the heat radiating off Earn, her presence intoxicating and maddening all at once. For a moment, she hesitated, torn between the pull of desire and the need to assert control.
“You’re impossible,” Fahlada murmured, though her voice lacked conviction. Her fingers curled around Earn’s wrist, halting the teasing motion against her arm but not pulling away. Instead, she held Earn there, their connection sparking like a live wire.
Earn chuckled, low and throaty, leaning in even closer until their noses almost brushed. “Am I?” she asked, her voice dripping with challenge. “Or do you just like it when I get under your skin?”
Fahlada’s grip tightened, her nails lightly digging into Earn’s skin, the tension between them dangerously close to breaking. “You have no idea what you’re playing with,” she warned, her tone a mix of frustration and something softer, rawer.
Earn laughed again, leaning in closer, their faces mere inches apart now. “Well,” she whispered, her voice just audible over the music, “What are you gonna do about it?”
That was all the invitation Fahlada needed.
Without another word, she pulled Earn towards somewhere calmer. She was impressed by how in less than five minutes the blonde could have her experimenting thousands emotions.
She locked the door with a soft click, the sound barely audible over the muffled thrum of the music. For a brief moment, she leaned against it, her eyes drifting back to her girlfriend. One glance was all it took to chip away at the last of her self-control.
Earn stood there, her posture relaxed but her expression anything but innocent. Her daring gaze and the bratty smile tugging at her lips only added fuel to the fire simmering in the room.
The tension between them felt almost unbearable now, the music outside serving as a distant reminder of the world they were shutting out.
“Your dress—“ She started before being cut out by the younger.
“No, no, no”
The blonde’s eyes narrowed, determination flashing across her face as she stepped forward, hooking her fingers into the dangerously low hem of Fahlada’s skirt and pulling her closer. “You’re the one to talk,” she said, her voice low and teasing, her fingers toying with the fabric in a maddeningly slow motion. “Because you’re not better yourself.”
Her nails lightly scraped against Fahlada’s toned stomach, sending a shiver through her girlfriend. Earn’s bratty facade faltered for just a moment, but she quickly recovered, biting her lip in defiance.
Fahlada growled softly, the sound vibrating in her chest. Everything about this felt too unreal—the heat, the tension, the way her patience was slipping through her fingers like sand.
“Turn around,” she commanded, her voice steady but laced with frustration. She grabbed Earn by the waist, guiding her into motion with little resistance.
When Earn’s hips hit the sink, her eyes caught sight of the mirror in front of her. The reflection was both thrilling and maddening—Fahlada’s darkened gaze shamelessly roamed over her body, tracing every line and curve. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue darting out in a flicker of frustrated hunger.
Earn smirked, watching her girlfriend through the mirror’s reflection. “Enjoying the view?” she teased, her voice dripping with daring confidence.
Fahlada didn’t respond right away. Instead, she stepped closer, her gaze locked on Earn’s. Without breaking eye contact, she reached out, her fingers grazing Earn’s neck as she gently swept the blonde strands to one side.
A soft hum escaped Fahlada as she leaned in, her nose brushing a trail along Earn’s skin until she reached her ear. Her breath was warm, her voice low and tantalizing as she murmured, “So tempting.” She caught Earn’s earlobe lightly between her teeth, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
Earn’s body reacted instinctively. Her head tilted to the side, offering Fahlada more space to work her magic. Eyes fluttering shut, she melted into the gentle kisses trailing down her neck, the sensation sending shivers across her skin.
Then, Fahlada’s hand slid up, her palm resting firmly against Earn’s throat. She applied just enough pressure to steal a gasp from Earn’s lips. The sound filled the room, intimate and electric.
“Open your eyes, love,” Fahlada commanded, her tone husky but firm.
Earn obeyed, her lashes lifting slowly to meet her own reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, and her breath came in shallow waves.
“Watch yourself,” Fahlada growled, her voice a seductive rasp as she leaned down, her teeth grazing Earn’s bare shoulder before sinking in lightly “So pretty”. A mark began to bloom where she sucked gently but possessively.
“You’re beautiful,” Fahlada whispered, her words a reverent declaration against Earn’s skin.
For Earn, the sensations were becoming overwhelming, her body trembling under Fahlada’s relentless attention. But for Fahlada, this was only the beginning.
The blonde’s breath hitched as she watched the older woman disappear behind her in the mirror, leaving only her reflection—a picture of vulnerability and desire. Earn’s knees felt weak as she sensed Fahlada’s presence against her back, the heat of her lover’s body radiating.
A sharp gasp escaped Earn’s lips when she felt Fahlada’s mouth begin its merciless exploration. Soft, hot kisses peppered her shoulder blades, trailing down her spine with calculated precision.
“W-what—what are you—” Earn stammered, her voice breaking, but the rest of her words dissolved into moans and desperate whimpers.
Fahlada’s tongue worked its way lower, tracing a sinuous path that sent shivers rippling through Earn’s body. The teasing flicks and soft nips grew hungrier, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
When Fahlada finally reached the small of Earn’s back, her attention lingered on the delicate indentations of her back dimples. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, and Earn’s head fell forward, her hands gripping the edge of the vanity for support.
“F-Fahlada,” Earn gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the intensity of her feelings.
But Fahlada only chuckled darkly, her hands gripping Earn’s hips to hold her steady. “I’m not done with you yet, love,” she murmured, her voice thick with promise.
Earn’s breath hitched as she felt Fahlada’s tongue dip teasingly into one of her back dimples, the sensation both unexpected and electrifying. At the same time, Fahlada’s fingers pressed into the other, a light but deliberate touch that sent sparks shooting through Earn’s entire body.
Her knees wavered, close to giving out under the sheer intensity of it all. The heat of Fahlada’s actions seemed to melt her resolve, leaving her grasping at the vanity for support.
“B-Baby…” she whimpered, her voice trembling, almost pleading.
Fahlada’s lips curled into a smile against Earn’s skin, her touch both possessive and tender as she steadied her lover with a firm hand on her waist. “You’re shaking, love,” she murmured, the warmth of her breath ghosting over Earn’s skin. “Are you going to fall apart for me already?”
Earn could only nod weakly, her body yielding to Fahlada’s relentless devotion.
Fahlada began her ascent once more, her lips trailing a path of soft kisses and tender love bites up Earn’s spine. Each mark she left behind was deliberate, a testament to her devotion and hunger.
When she finally pulled back to admire her handiwork, her smile turned almost triumphant. The sight before her—the canvas of her lover’s back painted with faint red lipstick smudges and blooming love bites—filled her with satisfaction.
Her gaze shifted to the mirror, catching Earn’s reflection. Her girlfriend’s face was ethereal, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and eyes heavy with need. The vulnerability mixed with desire made Fahlada’s chest tighten with a possessive kind of pride.
“Beautiful,” Fahlada murmured under her breath, her smile growing wider.
She stepped around Earn, her hands never leaving her lover’s waist. Turning the blonde gently to face her, Fahlada captured her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. It was the kind of kiss that demanded surrender, filled with both passion and promise, leaving Earn breathless.
Earn melted into her arms, her fingers clutching at Fahlada’s shoulders as if to keep herself grounded. The heat between them was palpable, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.
As Fahlada deepened the kiss, her tongue pushing past Earn’s parted lips with slow, deliberate pressure, Earn’s breath hitched. The taste of her girlfriend was intoxicating, each movement of Fahlada’s tongue sending waves of heat coursing through her.
At the same time, she felt Fahlada’s fingers dip once more into the dimples on her lower back. The touch was firm yet teasing, and it sent a jolt of sensation straight through her body. The combination was too much to handle—Earn’s knees buckled slightly, a moan escaping her lips and spilling into Fahlada’s mouth.
The sound only seemed to fuel Fahlada’s intensity. She tightened her grip, steadying the blonde with one hand on her waist while her fingers continued their slow, tormenting exploration. The dual sensations left Earn helpless, her body arching instinctively closer to her lover, craving more.
Fahlada pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You sound so sweet when you’re like this,” she murmured, her fingers pressing just a little deeper into the dimples as she kissed Earn again, harder this time.
“I always sound sweet,” Earn managed to reply between kisses, her voice breathless but still laced with playful defiance.
Fahlada rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips, but any retort was stolen as Earn softly chuckled against her mouth. The vibration of her laughter sent a ripple through Fahlada, making her grip on the younger woman tighten.
For Fahlada, nothing else mattered in that moment—nothing but Earn. Her taste lingered on Fahlada’s tongue, intoxicating and familiar. Her touch, soft yet eager, sent shivers racing up her spine. And that laughter, that breathless, teasing sound against her lips, made Fahlada’s heart race in a way that was both maddening and addictive.
As their kiss deepened, Fahlada poured everything she felt into it—possession, affection, and the overwhelming need to make Earn hers in every way.
“Let’s go home,” Fahlada whispered, her voice low and inviting.
Earn pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, her cheeks flushed and glowing. Her lips curved into a playful smile, her gaze bright with amusement—and something more.
“Without dancing?” she teased.
Fahlada blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Y-you still wanna dance?” she asked, her voice faltering.
“I want to dance with you,” Earn replied, her tone soft but insistent as she leaned in to plant a quick, affectionate kiss on Fahlada’s lips.
Fahlada’s throat went dry as her eyes took in the sight before her. Earn, with her back fully marked, a tapestry of love bites that left no room for misunderstanding. Her messy, puffy lips still glistened from their kisses, her once-perfect hair now tousled. She was stunning in a way that made Fahlada’s heart stutter.
“But you’re—” Fahlada stammered, gesturing vaguely with her hand to finish the sentence.
Earn didn’t let her. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed Fahlada by the waist, pulling her close again. “I’m what?” she asked, her tone laced with mock innocence. “I’m totally fine, but…” She leaned in, her lips brushing against Fahlada’s ear as she whispered, “My girlfriend definitely had something to do with all of this.”
Fahlada’s cheeks burned bright red. “H-hey!” she exclaimed, her voice rising an octave as Earn chuckled, clearly delighted by her reaction.
“You’re so dramatic,” Earn teased, breathless.
“And you’re infuriating,” Fahlada shot back, though her lips twitched into a reluctant smile.
Earn grinned, pulling her closer as she heard the music shifted to another beat. “Come on,” she said, her voice soft and inviting while guiding them out of the toilet. “Come on and dance with me.”
And for the first time that night, Fahlada let the music take over, her body moving with Earn’s, their connection unbreakable amidst the chaos of the club.
“Well, our mission is done?” Tan asked, leaning casually against the bar as she watched her two friends swaying together on the dance floor.
“Affirmative,” Bow replied, meticulously wiping her glasses before sliding them back onto her face. She glanced at the couple, a faint smile tugging at her lips—until her eyes caught something that made her pause.
Her brow furrowed as her gaze lingered on Earn’s back. Faint but unmistakable marks adorned the blonde’s skin, peeking out from her slightly askew outfit. Bow’s analytical mind kicked in, and she leaned forward slightly, squinting to confirm her suspicions.
“Wait, is that—” she began, her voice tinged with disbelief.
“They’re ridiculous” she facepalmed her self.