She could almost feel Jenny’s throat working against her pursed lips and it made her mouth ache.  She wanted her fingertips warmly curved inside the younger woman’s wrists, because she always appreciated the tingle it brought to her skin.  Shapely shoulders clung to skinny spaghetti straps like a wino to the bottle.  Long, wind-swept bangs swallowed the shape and color of Jenny’s eyes, dark strands gliding over her back like an oil spill.  Crossed at the thigh, Jenny’s fishnet clad legs reminded Marina of ***** and rough kisses.

What was this woman doing to her, she wondered.  Nothing that she didn’t want, that was for sure.  How long ago had Jenny’s stockinged foot found its way to her crotch?  Was it when the waiter first arrived at their table?  Or was it when Jenny started an animated conversation with one of the other patrons?  She didn’t know.  All she could focus on was the steady pressure of Jenny’s movements against the insides of her thighs.  Push.  Knead.  Slide.  It was a rhythm that she couldn’t break.  So it broke her instead.  Shattered her, in fact.

Jenny ran her hand along the scratchy surface of the tablecloth, lengthy lashes touching the hollow above her cheekbones as she glanced downward.  She absorbed the tempo of the room for what seemed like hours.  There were couples dancing towards the back walls, nipples straining to touch chests, sticky mouths melded together, fingers smoothly leading churning hips. 

Once wide and alert, her eyes got heavier after each sip of wine.  She felt hot, gritty, needy.  Marina stood from the table and reached an open hand towards the younger woman.

“Come,” she murmured, her liquid eyes darkened to black neon.  Instantly, Jenny’s fingers joined hers and the chase begun.

Tugging her lover through the swirling mass was easier than she hoped, and she didn’t stop moving until she reached the far walls.  So swiftly that Jenny barely remembered it, Marina’s neck looped through her arm and they were face to face, body to body.  In that instant, Jenny moaned.  Molding herself to Marina’s warmth, she kept one hand in Marina’s and the other locked in her lover’s tousled hair.  Intent stare glinting like melted silver, Marina rolled her thigh between Jenny’s legs and backed her up to the closest wall.