{Rebel}ling Against the Norm {R}

[Raelena St. John]

When caught in the throes of lust, Rae often forgot simple things. Social decorum, for example. It honestly hadn't occurred to her that someone might now want to be sexually mauled on a bar top in front of a crowd of people. As such, Rebel's suggestion caught Rae off-guard, with her proverbial pants down (with hopes that her literal pants would soon be dropping as well).

The rock star paused, blinked, and looked around the bar. Indeed, a few men were a half-step from drooling. The regular staff had grown used to this, and treated it as if it were an everyday occurrence. A handful did shoot Rae reproachful looks, reminding the lycan that she was, in fact, in a serious relationship with someone who was not the pink vixen writhing underneath her.

Details.

"But I like the attention," protested Rae, pouting slightly. Sighing, she pecked Rebel's lips one more time. Then she drew her nails over the edges of a certain undergarment. She drew it down slightly, locked eyes with Rebel, grinned, then spoke: "Ye tain't goin' ta need these though, aye?"

Rae then drew them as far down as she could, around the model's feet, and rolled off the bar, clutching her prize. These vanished into her pockets, and the lycan winked at a stunned crowd.

She then turned to Rebel, grinning. "Ye want 'em back, ye have ta get 'em." Winking, she offered a hand for the model to hoist herself off the bar. "Now, there be a cot in th' back, or m'place across th' way. So, how far ye want ta go?"

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

"Well, we can stay if you really want cheri," her voice had softened again, heated, but gentle against Rae's lips as the Scot leaned in to kiss her fleetingly. Their audience was still watching the two girls intently, and the idea of giving them more of a show was more than entertaining to the pink-haired siren. But all other thoughts halted as Rae, in typical Raelena fashion, snatched Rebel's underwear and promptly pocketed them.

Now as punishment for stealing her undergarments, Rae was definitely not going to get to ravish Rebel any further in public, or even in the back room. It had been her original intention to suggest they try both locations out, because the adrenaline and hormones had given the fashion designer an extra burst of energy, but now she had decided to play it coy, though perhaps a little cruel.

"Let's try your place," she purred, slipping off the bar with her hand linked comfortable in Rae's. They stood there a moment, lingering with hands locked and curves pressed against each other before Rebel winked and turned away, heading for the door with a tug on the rock star's hand.

[Raelena St. John]

Staying certainly had its advantages. Rae could feel every eye on her, their combined desire only increasing hers. Most of the onlookers were barely containing themselves at this point. Only a handful feigned disgust, and probably fewer still felt it. After all, when you go to a club owned by a randy lesbian rockstar, you come to expect a few things.

Before Rae could do anything further, however, Rebel had slid off the table and started sauntering. Rae's eyes hungrily followed the sway, feeling absolutely no urge to be subtle about it. Only a few inches of silken skirt separated Rae from something she really wanted. Now it took quite a bit of the lycan's will not to simply take Rebel then and there. After all, they just had to make it to Rae's apartment.

The lycan nearly skipped to catch up to Rebel. Rae's hand slid over Rebel's side, the fingernails dragging against the fabric. For a few moments, Rae debated bunching fabric, but decided that she should be the one getting the most enjoyment from any show. So instead she just leaned in and gave Rebel's ear a playful nip.

"Disnae ken if'n I can make it tha' far," she breathed, pulling away. She bit her lip, and whimpered softly.

A few nearby boys immediately had to go to the bathroom, for some reason.

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel straightened out her dress as she heard Rae approaching, attempting to salvage a little class. The exotic girl's feline eyes were fixed straight ahead at the door, instead of the long line at the bar of drooling customers or the pouting rock star that sauntered beside her. Her goal was in mind now and she simply couldn't afford the distractions.

In retrospect, it was probably best that she had decided to force the pair of them to talk the terribly long walk to Rae's apartment because Rebel had strict orders to keep a low profile as far as drugs and sex went. The only time she was allowed in front of photographers or any sort of audience at all, the only time she was allowed to make news to feed the grapevine was when in related to her work, and only positively. Vivienne had called twice a week just to remind her daughter of this, and to promise that if she was caught dipping into any of her old habits, she'd be stranded in America for much longer than they had originally planned. And in total honesty, getting drunk and mauling another girl on top of a crowded bar in a club was definitely something the old Rebel would have done in a heartbeat.

Sliding a hand around Rae's waist, Rebel leaned over to bit the girl's neck as a condolence, smirking against her throat. "Be patient. I'll make eet worth the wait cheri, promise."

[Raelena St. John]

The proximity, the touching, the biting, it all overwhelmed Rae. Admittedly, it didn't take much for Rae to turn from normal to lustful, and even skip straight to randy. Yet Rebel seemed to know exactly what buttons to push, the levers to pull, and the right knobs to twist to make the rocker almost whimper.

Rae did gasp slightly as teeth grazed her throat. Too long. It had been far too long. And the last hadn't been how Rae really wanted it. Random girls taken in the back room, with skills as forgettable as their pretty faces. The last good f**k Rae had gotten had probably been from Mae. Maybe Ned. Since Rae had nearly reached her limit without removing a single article of her own clothing, she was betting that Rebel would be one to remember.

"Ye better, I disnae like waitin'," muttered Rae. She nuzzled against Rebel, pink strands tickling her nose. Lips pressed against the edge of Rebel's jaw, working down to where it met the neck. There Rae gave a quick lick.

All the while she'd been directing them toward the exit, naturally ignoring and avoiding onlookers and hecklers. Soon, the rockstar was messing with the door.

"F**k, why do th' bloody knobs have tae get so complicated?" muttered Rae. Perhaps her condition had something to do with it. It was rather hard to complete even the simplest tasks one handed, and nearly mad with arousal. Rae squirmed a bit, again thankful for a skirt instead of pants.

Thirty more seconds to save.

"Jus' get th' door," muttered Rae, nearly spitting at the barrier. Why did such silly things have to get in the way right now?

[· Rebel La'Beau.]

Rebel sucked in a breath at Rae's kisses, at her teeth against the violet-haired vixen's throat that were making her nearly squirm. In retaliation the girl dipped her hand below Rae's waistline and pinched her curves playfully until the rock star became too frustrated with the door before them to be of any real fun.

Turning her attention to the exit, Rebel smirked as she stepped away from Rae, turning her back to the door and leaning against it, resting her elbows on the release bar as her interstellar eyes landed back on her new friend. Reaching out to tug the Scot to her, they crashed together, still pushing the boundaries as Rebel stole a particularly dominant kiss from the blonde, her hands gripping skin and fabric and need and want as she arched her back and finally pressed the door open.

The two girls would most likely stumble out the door, Rebel taking careful steps backward and Rae following, they two of them still locked together as they rushed by the bouncer and the waiting line filled with all the usual suspects and spectators.

[Raelena St. John]

Pinches earned little pleased yelped, and the excited rockstar grew more frantic. The more time they spent fiddling with doors and other such annoyances, the less time Rae got to spend on the fun part. the part she wanted, hell, the part she craved.

At first Rae attempted to protest, not wanting to let go of Rebel just yet. Soon, though, she found herself pulled in, not just to the physical embrace. To that, Rae yielded all too willingly. Rebel felt soft. Rebel tasted good. Rebel's curves felt altogether too inviting, too tempting, too wonderful. Rae's blood sang in her ears, and her hormones overwhelmed her good sense. She let the kiss take her away, handing over the reins of her consciousness to Rebel.

Oddly enough, it was one of the first times Rae had walked past a crowd making out with a girl. The stares, cheers, jeers, and cries were something she was far too used to anyway. Besides, Rae couldn't separate if she wanted to. To separate would mean no more tasting, touching, feeling. And by now Rae wanted that. And Rebel provided that. Rae would like to think she offered something in return, but she allowed her confidence to be momentarily overwhelmed by the pink-haired vixen. A private secret, that. Raelena St. John preferred to be in the passenger's seat.

A giggle bubbled out though, sliding Rae's lips from Rebel's. Around a smile, the rockstar admitted: "This is so goin' tae be in all th' bloody papers."

Like they cared.