{Rebel}ling Against the Norm {R}

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

"Why," she began in her most gentile voice, soft and heavy between them with enough amusement that it spilled over into her smile. "I'm offended. Am I just not worth kissing?" Her head was tilted down, causing the curls to fall around her face again as electric eyes scanned the rock star with playful intrest.

Rebel crossed her legs, letting tan skin brush against Rae's as she shifted, the green dress falling off her shoulders to reveal a sharp collarbone and the Scot's strikingly dark signature.

"Because I understand if I'm not worth your time," even though Rebel knew she was damn worth the second glance and extra effort. Her lips curled upwards, decidedly pouty as she took another sip from her glass, heated gaze never leaving Rae's.

[Raelena St. John]

Rae felt alive.

"Mebbe," she offered. Her lips simply couldn't abandon their upward turn now, and she made a great show of taking in the free show offered. Each shift Rebel made tantalized Rae further; each bit of flesh exciting her.

"But ye ken..." Rae tapped her lips, "ye do be provin' ye worth m'time."

The rock star reached up, tracing the collarbone signature with one nail. She hummed one of her dirtier songs to herself. The hand fluttered over the collarbone, drifted down the dress, curling around the signature at the thigh. Rae took sweet time with the loopy letters, letting the nail drag along the pleasurable flesh.

"So, Rebel," Rae tore her eyes from Rebel's assets, instead meeting the pink haired girl's gaze, "why did ye wait so long ta come ta m'bar? Ye scared o' th' big bad rock star?"

Now she smirked confidently. Rae couldn't really move closer, and didn't feel quite ready to increase things. For one thing, she couldn't quite tell who was supposed to be in charge here, and had to keep feeling things out.

Literally.

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

"Why thank you,' she all but purred, raising the glass to her lips and taking a long sip, leaving the drink only half-full with the rest buzzing pleasantly about her veins, warming her skin in light of the chill Rae was causing.

"To be completely honest cheri, I didn't even know there was a club here until the other day." She had only been in the country for three weeks, and as prior mentioned, had spent most of it locked in her own room, surly and sulking. "But, I must say," she paused for effect, wanting to draw attention away from the fact that she had obviously been throwing such a tantrum that she couldn't even have bothered to wander around the town for almost a month.

"I'm certainly glad I found out." Dripping with all sorts of promises and temptations, the French girl grinned, tossing a few eye-catching curls over her bare shoulder.

[Raelena St. John]

The brilliant pink drew Rae's eye, and the tantalizing shoulder kept it there. The rockstar's eyebrows bounced once, and she nearly giggled. It was rather hard to believe that in a few weeks someone who drank like and looked like Rebel hadn't found the only place worth mentioning in the area. Clearly someone had been hiding. Then again, you did lock treasures away.

"Aye, where else would ye quench ye thirst?" asked Rae. Her hand casually slid over to Rebel's leg, lightly playing across. The fingertips dragged along the bared skin, and Rae gently tugged the edge of the dress, not that it had a whole lot further to go. Again Rae started humming, though her expression had turned slightly more serious.

More predatory.

"Ye ken wha' really bites aboot this place?" Rae looked up at Rebel again. "Lack o' variety. In England ye could find all sorts o' lasses. Indian, Irish, German... French," she smiled, "Scottish. Here, I'm lucky if'n they disnae have tha' flat accent o' a farmlass."

She stuck her tongue out, then giggled a bit more. Her hand finally just rested on Rebel's thigh, testing.

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel let Rae play across her skin, enjoying the feeling as she leaned back a bit, smirking at the idea that they were both still sitting on the bar with their backs to the rest of the club, talking close like old friends or better yet, lovers. Eventually though, the fashionista slid her hand under Rae's, tickling the other girls palm playfully as her eyes stayed locked on the Scot's face.

"That's true. In France there's all sorts of European's. It's wonderful." Her bright eyes flashed around the club that surrounded them and Rebel frowned, though it came off much more like a pout. "This, 'ze Midwest, eet could quite possibly be the worst place, except for maybe 'ze South."

She giggled, trying to imagine a pair of girls like herself and Rae surviving in the American heartland, amongst all the cowboy hats and bigots. Hell, they probably still tar and feathered people down there, she was sure of it. Obviously, Rebel was a bit biased. She no doubt preferred Europe to the states, and France to anywhere. To wash away the bitter taste in her mouth, she reached for a drink, feeling a touch homesick.

Sighing, the heiress stretched out, laying on her back and draping over the bar. Her long legs hung off one end and her curls spilled over the other as her head hung upside down and she found herself smriking.

"I think I'm going to be spending an awful lot of time here Rae, darling."

[Raelena St. John]

The tickling sensation on Rae's hand felt wonderful, and it pulled a smile over the rockstar's face. She simply let Rebel continue as she was, enjoying the contact for what it was. Besides, Rae had little doubts now that there wouldn't be a good deal of contact between the two.

"I went tae th' South once," muttered Rae. Her eyes darkened slightly as a bad memory played across her mind. "Have a few fans down tha' way. But also had ta deal wit' a f**kin' protest. Bunch o' idjits wit' signs, claimin' I was leadin' lasses ta th' devil."

Rae barked a life, shaking her head. "Like I want tha'. Rather bring 'em th' opposite direction."

The heiress laid down, and again, Rae watched. Now the rockstar wasn't even being subtle about it. When you placed a scrumptious piece of meat in front of a starving carnivore, you could hardly expect them not to salivate over it.

"Good," Rae commented, "if'n ye didnae hang aboot, I'd have tae go an' find ye, an' tha' would jus' get messy."

Leaning over to reach the bar's contents again, Rae pulled another bottle. A quick pop, and the rockstar took a pull, enjoying it. Simply looking at the label would be enough to tell you that this wasn't something regularly served in a Midwestern club.

No, Rae was enjoying the good stuff.

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

"See? It's things like that, that make me miss home." Rebel sighed, raking a hand through her luscious curls, a motion that caused her dress to scoot up her thigh again, revealing the stark black signature Rae had left behind, the way she had marked her. As the Scot mentioned having to go look for Rebel, the girl smiled, lingering over the bar for another moment before finally sitting back up, looking at the blonde with another one of her deliciously amused smiles.

"Though, this place does have it's benefits," she winked, obviously referring to Raelena before reaching out and slipping the bottle from the other girls hand, taking a long sip that only caused her grin to grow. "I'll can atleast admit that much." Handing the bottle back, Rebel sighed, raising a manicured hand up to drop of alcohol from the corner of her lip, lip gloss shining bright against her black nails.

[Raelena St. John]

"France tain't perfect, but it's a d**m sight better than this," agreed Rae.

When Rebel tugged the bottle, Rae let go easily enough. By now they'd both drank enough to be feeling quite pleased with themselves, though not nearly enough to forget that they were stuck in a hellhole. The gloomy thoughts were almost enough for Rae to consider simply drinking herself in a stupor; something she didn't suspect Rebel would argue overmuch with.

Then the dress rose up, reminding Rae that she wanted to be quite alert for the next few minutes.

"Scoot," ordered Rae, nudging Rebel slightly. The rockstar wiggled to lay close to Rebel. Of course, there was barely enough room for one girl on the bar, let alone two. Which meant more proximity, which worked for Rae.

She took a pull, then handed the bottle off to Rebel. "Better watch it. This stuff has a wee bit more kick than most o' th' garbage I serve here. Ta many swigs an' ye willnae be good fir nothin'."

Rae smiled, letting her hand trail down to the familiar signature. "An' I disnae want ye good fir nothin'... nae jus' yet."

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel wiggled over a bit, making room for Rae with a small grin, wondering once more what they must look like to the rest of the club. Two gorgeous and hardly dressed girls throwing back bottle after bottle and practically snuggling on the bar top. As the pretty French girl reached over and took the bottle back from her new friend, Rae was warning her and it simply caused her expression to grow into something like dark amusment.

She had been drinking for long enough that she was surprised there was still a liver intact, and more important, not to mention relevant, was the fact that she was stuck in this godforsaken hellhole because she had been caught with some pretty heavy gear, and had therefore, been banished. Still, she would head the other girls' warning, if for nothing but politeness.

"Oh, mon cheri, I'm good for quite a few things." The double entendre was clear enough as she winked at the blonde, handing back the bottle with a sly smile.

[Raelena St. John]

Pleasantly buzzed now, Rae could only manage a loopy smile as she took the bottle back from the pink-haired siren.

"Well, les' hope I can see tha' first hand," she teased. The lycan took one more pull of drink, swallowing it. Then, lips still slightly damp from the expensive brew, Rae leaned over and gently kissed Rebel's lips. A light, playful peck. Clearly Rae's lips still tested the waters. In fact, the rock star giggled after kissing, handing over the bottle.

"Should o' kenned better," she advised, "then tae tease someone wit' m'rep."

She smirked, her fingernails dragging over the signature. "So, ye ever slept wit' a rock star, lass?"

Yes, it was a horrible line. Absolutely dreadful stuff. Rae knew this full well. But if you got a girl buzzed, dropped a good kiss on her, and then an amusing line, and, well, Rae usually succeeded at what she set out to do.

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel bit Rae's bottom lip as she pulled away, smirking deviously as she curled on arm behind her head, looking something like mischievous, but with an innocent twist - feigning naivety just because it looked so terribly good on her. Reaching over, the girl snatched the bottle from Rae's hands once more, taking a generous gulp before wiping the corners of her lopsided grin, enjoying the way her veins were buzzing with liquor.

"One or two," Rebel didn't miss a beat, gold-flecked eyes following the blonde's hand as she traced her way over the inky black signature, sly. She wasn't lying either, considering that over the last few years, the only people Rebel had been allowed to socialize with were famous, were stars - models and musicians and actors and designers eventually became the only people she had time for, and being surrounded by the rich and famous, the beautiful people, created enough temptation.

"You ever slept with a model?" She rolled her lead languidly, catching Rae's glance with an amused expression, already guessing the answer but unable to refrain from asking anyway.

[Raelena St. John]

Not only was this arousing, but it was fun. Rarely did the two go hand in hand. The girls were usually so shy, and hardly any of them had an attitude that Rae could actually like. So it was quite a pleasant surprise to find things different.

"One or two," Rae replied, winking. The coy teasing, so delightful. Still, the rockstar could feel her chest tightening already, feel the heat rising within her. Despite her best efforts, and the mental want to simply continue flirting, Rae couldn't quite resist. The hands traveled as if they had a will of their own, nearly smearing the signature now.

Can always make a new one later... be hard wit' all th' sweat though... so much later.

Rae smiled as her hand went further up, nails dragging along the skin. The tiny dress barely covered the hand, and anyone daring to look their way wouldn't have to guess as to what was going on. Of course, Rae didn't give two s**ts what they thought. Not with someone as desirable as Rebel under Rae's palm.

"Disnae ken if'n I e'er slept wit' a lass wit' bright pink hair," mused Rae. The free hand went to the brightness, drawn like a bug to a light. The result would probably be just as fatal for Rae, or, more specifically, Rae's love life/relationship.

"Disnae I owe ye a kiss?"

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

"Well, there's a first time for everything," Rebel replied, her voice filled with smoke, weighted and heavy as she batted her eyelashes at Rae. Her lips were curled upwards, the pure suggestion in her expression running rampant, raw. The Scot's hands were treacherous, skirting along her skin and sliding up the hem of her dress. Rebel squirmed under her touch, letting her eyes fall closed for a second as she licked up lips.

Opening her eyes again, the French exchange bit her pouty lips, looking expectant as she nodded her head to Rae's inquiry. Rebel leaned forward slightly, tilting her head down as she brushed her lips against the other girls neck, feather light. She left a tiny, chaste kiss in the exact spot before biting down suddenly, leaving a red love bite in her wake as she pulled her head back, smirking.

"Yes, you do."

[Raelena St. John]

Rebel's voice seemed to call to Rae's hormones. The very words caressed Rae's skin, inflaming her further. Rae's world shrank. The body beside her and the bar they laid upon were all that mattered to her. That and the satisfaction that hung in the air, dangling just within Rae's reach.

The rockstar's eyes bore into Rebel's expression, matching raw for raw. When the model's tongue snaked out, Rae's mouth fell open just slightly. The already questing hands curled, the nails again drawing against the soft skin of Rebel's thighs. One finger slide down, finding its way underneath the scant fabric that existed beneath the dress.

Rebel's lips pressed to Rae's throat, drawing a small gasp from the rockstar. The appreciative noise shifted into a moan as teeth drew across skin. Then Rae looked down at Rebel, her eyes lustful. She drew one hand up, sliding the finger along Rebel's side, and moved aside velveteen curls.

"Kenned so," murmured Rae, her voice thick. she leaned then, pressing her lips to Rebel's, kissing hard, kissing deep. It would last until either Rebel withdrew, or Rae ran out of air. Either way, the rockstar would be panting slightly, looking down at her new-found interest.

"Oop, wrong spot."

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel squirmed under Rae's touch still, leaning into the rock star with a small, sly expression. Now, Rebel liked boys, she really did. Something about their aftershave or their jawbones or they way they said her name really tugged at something in the pit of her stomach, or perhaps somewhere lower; and yet, girls were just to gorgeous to be ignored. Boys, men, guys, whatever they called themselves were great, but as much as she loved them, there was nothing like hooking up with a girl from time to time, with someone who understands the way things work beyond words, and girls were just so smooth and soft and beautiful - Rebel had never been any good at resisting temptation.

She leaned into Rae's kiss to quiet a whimper, oblivious to the audience of the entire bar that was more or less drooling over the sight of the two stunning girls mauling each other atop the bar. As they finally broke apart, Rebel leaned over, so that she could speak directly into Rae's ear.

"Az fun az entertaining an audience iz," obviously she was referring to the rest of the bars patrons, who were somewhere behind the two girls and were struggling to roll their tongues back into their mouths, "let's leave them with something to imagine?" Rebel was more interested in finding a room with a closed door so that she could attack the Scot before her, than giving the rest of the club a free show.

That wasn't to say she was totally against the idea howere.