Toward the back of the dark club, the wall was lined with round tables and chairs.  Most were filled, but there were still a couple that were left empty.  Nina quickly snagged one, back to the wall so she could watch everyone around her.  She saw couples come and go, women laughing and dancing.  A male couple making out in the corner.  She watched the bodies moving, the air filled with sexual tension and heat.  The brunette couldn't help but feel it creep into her own body.

"Here you go."  Abby set a tumbler in front of Nina, the dark amber liquid mixing with the ice and thin straw.  Nina smiled her thanks, taking the drink in one hand and sipping.  It was strong, the alcohol burning in her throat.

"Thanks."  Nina absently played with her straw in the glass, her eyes beginning to adjust to the dark room, the music pounding and multi-colored lights making patterns on the floor and walls, and over the throbbing bodies.

"Do you want to dance?" Abby called out over the music.

"Sure."

The two women linked hands as they headed toward the dance floor, weaving through their companions until they found a spot to themselves.  The song playing had a techno beat to it, the pulsing bodies around them sweating with the exertion.  Soon, Nina and Abby were right along with them.

Nina threw her head back, eyes closed, allowing herself to get lost in the music, her body moving of its own accord.  She opened her eyes when she felt hands on her hips.  Abby had moved in, bringing their bodies close as the music thumped.  Nina looked into the woman's eyes, wondering what she'd find there.  She saw desire shining in those eyes, and it was aimed at her.  A trill of fear wandered down her spine, but the professor swallowed it down, allowing herself to wallow in it for the moment.  It felt good to be wanted and desired.

After a couple more songs, Nina headed off to the bathroom, her Amaretto Sour and following bottle of water running right through her.  The room was crowded as she pushed her way in, but it quickly cleared, so by the time she stepped out of her stall, the room was empty.  The brunette stood at the sink, looking into the spotted mirror above as she washed her hands.  The bathroom door squeaked open, two women giggling their way in.  Nina was surprised to see one of the women was Kansas.

The blonde caught a blue gaze in the mirror, a cocky grin spreading across full lips.  Kansas whispered something to the brunette she was with, the other woman scurrying into a stall, but not before glaring at Nina.  The professor followed Kansas' progress as the blonde walked over to her.

"Surprised to see you here," she said, moving up behind Nina, meeting her gaze in their reflection.

"I can say the same about you."  Nina grabbed a couple paper towels from the dispenser, never taking her eyes off Kansas as she dried her hands.

"Are you here alone?"

"No.  Abby's waiting for me at our table."

"Ah," Kansas nodded in understanding.  "Well, I hope Abby doesn't mind if I steal you for a dance."  The sexy little grin appeared once more.  "I do want one."

Nina said nothing as she watched Kansas back away, headed toward the stall where the brunette waited for her.  "I somehow don't think your date would approve," Nina said, a slightly harsh note in her voice.

"Date?" Kansas grinned full-out.  "Hardly."  And with that, she disappeared into the stall, a soft moan following.  "I can smell you, baby," Kansas murmured.  "Smell good."

Nina threw the crumpled paper towels into the trash, pulling the door to the bathroom open with enough force to smack it into the wall behind.

As Nina sat at her table, nursing the beer Abby had gotten her, she felt pissed off.  She couldn't exactly define why, just felt it.  She held the bottle by the neck, casually taking a swig.  She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her knee.  Turning, she found herself looking into the concerned gaze of her date.

"You okay?" Abby asked, leaning in close.  Close enough that Nina could feel her alcohol-scented breath on her neck.  She nodded.  She faced the redhead, managing to lose herself in the heated gaze.  Abby's lips were soft, the taste of lipstick mixing with the yeasty aftertaste of the beer.  Abby began to deepen the kiss when Nina pulled back, sensing the presence of another.  Standing next to their table was Kansas, watching intently.

Nina wiped her mouth, guiltily looking up at the blonde.  Abby was about to get angry when the unexpected visitor grinned, charm oozing from her.  "Sorry to interrupt, ladies."  Kansas rested a hand on the table, leaning on her arm toward Abby. "Hey, do you mind if I steal your girlfriend for a minute?  See, I knew her way back in Ohio, and haven't seen her since.  I'd like to catch up during a dance, if you wouldn't mind."

Abby found herself grinning like a fool and nodding.  "Sure."  She turned to Nina. "Have fun."

As the professor was pulled from her seat by the hand, she wasn't sure whether she wanted to thank Abby, or curse her.  She followed Kansas to the dance floor, the blonde's grip steady and strong.  They found a spot and the blonde stopped tem, turning to face her companion.

Nina was nervous, unsure what to say or think as she looked into the green eyes that belonged to who used to be the girl next door.  She now knew better, still able to smell sex on the hot little blonde.  Kansas placed her hands on Nina's hips, pulling their bodies a fairly respectable distance, her own hips beginning to move to the music.  Nina placed her own hands gingerly on strong shoulders.  She almost couldn't breathe as she looked into Kansas' fiery gaze, felt enveloped by it.

"Told you I'd get my dance," the blonde said, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

"That you did."  She tried to think of something to say, but her brain seemed to abandon her, leaving her mouth dry.  Nina gasped as strong hands tightened on her hips, pulling her in close.  The body heat coming from Kansas was immense and all-consuming.  Moving body to body, Nina tightened her own grasp, but mainly just to hold on as Kansas pressed them together, moving her hips against Nina.  If the brunette didn't know any better, she'd say they were fucking standing up.

"You're still really beautiful," Kansas said, almost wistful.  Her gaze trailed over Nina's face, gliding down to take in her opened collared shirt, which revealed just a bit of cleavage.  The blonde's gaze kept going until it reached their joined hips.  She watched their movement for a moment, then suddenly her body heat was gone, leaving Nina's head spinning as Kansas turned around.  Pressing her ass into Nina's crotch, Kansas took hold of the brunette's hands, wrapping Nina's arms around the smaller body.

Nina could feel the softness of Kansas' ribbed top underneath her hands as they were placed on a hard, flat stomach.  She tried to pull away, though it was weak, but she was held firmly in place.  She leaned in, inhaling the scent of thick, blonde hair, the wisps tickling her nose.  Eyes closing, she allowed her body to move with the blonde, pressing into her, breasts flat against her back, sex growing wet as desire rushed through her.  Nina's eyes flew open when she felt her hands being moved- Kansas' own hands rested atop them, moving them where she wanted them.  Nina's hands were slid up the blonde's front, over firm breasts, then back down to finally rest on Kansas' hips.  Nina felt her sex clinch when she realized the blonde's nipples were hard as they had been grazed by her palms.

The base-heavy song ended, a slower one beginning on its heals.  Nina thought her torture might be over, but Kansas had other ideas.  The blonde turned to face her again, wrapping her arms up around the brunette's neck.  Nina's hands automatically found narrow hips, her own moving in perfect motion with them.  Kansas stared up into Nina's eyes, her fingers burying themselves in dark hair.  Nina returned the gaze, looking for what, she didn't know.  It seemed questions roamed the green expanse, but Kansas said nothing.  For a moment, just a moment, the blonde seemed to be the sweet, innocent girl that Nina had once known eight years ago.  She did the math in her head, and was shocked to realize that Kansas was a 26 year old woman now.  Definitely not the kid she remembered her to be.

As the dance continued, Nina couldn't help but think back to an earlier time with the blonde- the last time she saw her, for instance.  Sitting on the back stoop of her house.  She remembered the kiss they had shared: the soft perfection of Kansas' mouth.  The way her body had felt.  The soft, tentative feel of an unsure hand on her breast before she had stopped it.  Stopped it all.  The next day Kansas had been gone, swept away by her father.  Nina felt herself becoming lost once again, pulled toward what she knew instinctively was dangerous territory, just as dangerous as it had been eight years ago, just in a very different way, now.

The clearing of a throat brought Nina out of her reverie.  Spell broken, she turned to see Abby standing close by, looking less-than-thrilled as she watched the pair.  Kansas dropped her hands from the brunette's body, giving them both a smile, then disappearing into the crowd, though not before giving Nina a long look over her shoulder.  Their gazes had met briefly before Kansas was gone.

***

Though technically she had done nothing wrong, Nina still felt guilty.  As she stood in the entryway of her townhouse, making out with Abby, she knew inside that the ardor spreading through her body like wildfire had nothing to do with the redhead whose ass she was grabbing, and whose mouth she was taking violently.  Suddenly a little blonde marched in front of her minds' eye, green eyes blazing with lecherous intent.