Allegra blocked out everything else except the feel of kissing this woman. For long, delicious moments the world was quiet, but eventually the sound of the music in the club returned to her ears as she pulled away reluctantly.
Her legs parted, letting Gwenog do exactly as she liked. As she felt Gwenog's thigh slipping between her legs, she instinctively pressed herself against it, groaning slightly at the sensation that was at once too much and nowhere fucking near enough.
"Take me somewhere," she demanded. She was uncomfortably aware, both that she was standing in the middle of the dance floor of Wingbeat all but riding Gwenog Jones' thigh, and that she really didn't want to stop. "Take me somewhere and put your money where your dirty mouth is, Jones."