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Fresh out of physical therapy for the first time in over a year, Lily goes home, showers, dresses for a night out and then goes to get Eden. It's a sign of how much she cares for her, how much she respects her that she hasn't gotten high beforehand. Her muscles ache, mostly in her feet and her lower back, manipulated and manhandled by the therapist who'll do the same every week, whether Lily think she needs it or not. What she wants, more than anything, is a pill or a drink to dull the pain, but she doesn't take either.

For Eden.

She heads down one floor, passing by the apartment Spike said he lives in and for a moment, she contemplates stopping there first, inviting him out with them. She's wired, itching for a release and playtime is always more fun with three, but for now, she passes by. Eden's not expecting her, but Lily's sure she can convince her to head out anyway. The two of them have always had fun before and now they have a whole city right there for the taking.

She stops at Eden's door and knocks, leaning against the frame as she waits. They have the whole night ahead of them.

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Lily presses closer to Eden and she can feel the presence of the guy behind her, moving, dancing, and she's aware he's there, but nearly all her attention slides back to Eden quickly enough. Kissing her back, Lily's hands slip up Eden's sides, rising to either side of her neck, one hand pressing into her hair.

She could do this all night, she thinks. Sway to the music, feel it pounding through her, Eden's skin warm under her hands, her lips. Better still because she doesn't have to push. With Eden, she's never had to push.

Jealous or not, Eden can't pretend it isn't satisfying, knowing she can have Lily's attention mostly to herself so easily. That might well be all she really wants — to know it's hers if she wants it. Lily, she knows, never will be, not fully. It just isn't who Lily is, too free for anything so conventional. The trick is in accepting that.

She couldn't possibly do anything else, though, when she feels this good. Lily's fingers in her hair are just tight enough to tug pleasantly, and the room is hot, but she doesn't mind. Getting kissed like this is almost as good as being drunk, head spinning as she lets herself forget about anything and anyone else.

"Do you girls want a drink?" the guy behind them asks and for a just a moment, Lily almost wants to answer yes for the both of them. But this right here is good enough, it's more than good enough and there are certain places where Lily's willing to push just for the sake of pushing, but this isn't one of them. Eden doesn't need it and she needs Eden in her way. That's one thing she's not willing to risk.

She breaks the kiss, fingertips stroking the side of Eden's face as she turns to face him, all the while still moving to the music, shifting her body against Eden's. "We're good," she answers, then looks down pointedly. "But maybe you should get one. Cool down a little."

Eden stifles a laugh, gaze darting from Lily to the man. "Thank you," she says sweetly, with a firmness that suggests it means more that the conversation is closed. He's kind of cute, but she's otherwise occupied. Besides, that's the problem with coming to places like these now on her own. Not only is the temptation too strong to resist alone, declining those offers from men and women she might otherwise be interested in tends to complicate the conversation in a way that kills the mood.

The man backs off a bit, mouthing okay, and although there's a part of Lily that's a little disappointed to see him go so easily, she's certainly more than happy to turn back to Eden. "Now there's a man who knows how to do what he's told," she says seriously, even though she's grinning. "Just for future reference. Could be fun."

Eden laughs. "That was surprisingly easy," she says approvingly. With a quick kiss to Lily's lips, she smiles. "And I like the way you think." That's not exactly news, but then, this context is a little different. It's definitely appealing, though, either way. The advantage, too, of getting up to some kind of threesome is that, even if they invite a man back with them who turns out not to be worth their time, they still know they'll enjoy themselves.

"I'm full of bright ideas and fun things to do," Lily teases, taking Eden's hand, tugging her toward one of the booths in the small club. It's not exactly the type of place that serves food, but the booths are relatively private, much more so than the dance floor, and they can spend all night dancing if they want. For just a few moments, though, Lily wants Eden to herself.

What it is Lily has in mind now, Eden isn't sure, but she follows along readily, weaving through the crowd with her hand tight in Lily's. Whatever it is, she's in, willing to do just about anything but drink tonight. It feels good just to get out again anyway, to have a world like this to play in again. Sliding into the seat when she gets there, she tugs Lily's hand, urging her closer.

Lily doesn't need much urging at all and she presses against Eden, finding her mouth again. The music is loud, a heavy bass line pumping through her and she feels it centered in her chest, her skin vibrating with every pounding beat. It feels almost as good as Eden's lips under hers, the smooth skin of her arm as Lily's fingers wander up, exploring gently, having fun.

Eden laughs against Lily's mouth, arms twining over the other woman's shoulders as she shifts a leg over one of hers. "Did you just bring me here to make out?" she asks, raising her voice to be heard over the music. It's so loud, she doubts anyone else will hear her anyway, and that's how she wants it, a beat driving so hard she can feel it shaking through her veins. "We could have stayed home for that."

"Yeah, but sometimes it's more fun in public," Lily answers, her hand falling to Eden's knee, fingertips stroking gently against her skin. "Especially when it can be broken up with dancing." There's something about the act of dancing, of being out there on the floor in plain view of everyone that makes Lily want someone even more. Not that she's ever had a problem there when it comes to Eden.

"Fair enough," Eden says, smiling as she leans in to kiss Lily again, her hands sliding up to cup her face. She's all too aware of Lily's fingers on her skin, the way it sends a shudder through her spine even in the warmth of the club. It's the best possible distraction she could have from everything else here, the unmistakable smell of alcohol in the air; she just drinks Lily in instead. "As long as we don't break it up yet."

"No," Lily agrees, pressing closer, more than happy to forget anyone else who might be in this club right now, willing to put all that aside and in the past. The things she wants, they're mostly here in this city and she knows she should be grateful for that. Especially with Eden here. "No, not yet," she murmurs, her fingers creeping higher before her entire palm rests on Eden's thigh, her other hand stroking against the side of her neck as they kiss.