>>19666116>[Sola Fire is in love.]The way Carmody Jefferson is moving to this pounding bass beat is setting Sola's heart on fire. Carmody is not a natural dancer, but she knows how to move her athletic frame to ensure that every pair of eyes in the club are directly on her -- and Sola is no exception. Believe it or not, Sola is a pretty good dancer, and years of gymnastics training have given her a body that can move gracefully when required. Not to mention this wall-shaking, window-shattering, teeth-cracking kind of music is exactly what Sola loves. Her heads nods, shakes and rolls from side to side, with her hips and shoulders gyrating.
A brief moment of quiet between songs and Carmody whispers into Sola's ear, her hands travelling down Sola's waist, until -- oh!
"God, Carmody, I would dance with you until the end of the world. But right now you're going to make me want to get out of here... or find somewhere quiet... unless that's the plan?"
Sola leans forward, grinding against Carmody's legs and tiling her head up just slightly to match the gaze of her lover, in the idle of the dance floor. Sola's skin is shimmering in the neon lights, her hair damp from a night of drinking and friction and... the company. Leaning forward, Sola aims her lips for Carmody's, and -- pulls back, with a cheeky grin.
"I think I need another drink. Something wet. Something a bit wild."
