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Adora loves her job, she really really does but the past few days have been testing that love. Being the head of the Moon family’s security team can be a very stressful job. Very time-consuming as well. She's enjoying the staff room, lounging on her favorite leather couch when the door bursts open, and she hears the undeniable voice of her best friend and boss.
“Adoraaaaa” Glimmer whines and if she had a dime for every time the shorter woman had said her name like that she would be more rich than Glimmer herself. Adora opens one eye from her lounging spot on the couch, glaring half heartedly. She sees glimmer standing there, her husband Bow standing dutifully by her side. He smiles apologetically and that's when she knows she’s not getting out of whatever Glimmer has planned for the three of them. The blonde sits up rubbing her temples. She grunts, waving for Glimmer to continue.
“Okay so the past few weeks have been…” She hesitates.
“Trying!” Bow offers enthusiastically.
“Yes, trying!! Thank you babe. I was thinking we could go out! Like we used to, hit up a club or something! There’s a new place that just opened downtown, Mermista was raving about it to me the other day its called The Grotto.” Adora blinks her eyes in a vain attempt to draw the weariness from her eyes. When she looks to her best friends she sees exactly how excited and hopeful they both are. It truly has been forever since she went out with them.
“Fine. But I will NOT be in charge of dressing myself.” She grumbles. She hears her friends cheering behind her as she makes her way to the bathroom. It’s gonna be a long night.
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The bar’s energy is electric. Flashing lights of green, teal and purple. The loud music and crowded room overwhelm her immediately. A remix of a popular top 40 song blasts over the ridiculously large speakers and Bow and Glimmer jump straight to dancing. Seeing as Adora hates dancing she opts for the bar first. She knows her friends will drag her to the floor and she needs at least three drinks in her system before she can handle that. She sits at one of the few open seats and watches her reflection in the mirror at the back of the bar as she waits for the bartender. Her short hair is parted down the middle in a way that Glimmer calls “dashing”. She looks great, just like she does every time glimmer dresses her. Tonight it's a short sleeve black button up and dress pants with sneakers from the Brightmoon fashion stock room that cost more than her rent. She rolls the sleeves further up her biceps as the bartender arrives.
“What can I get you gorgeous?” They purr, pulling her thoughts from the thundering music. Their long blonde hair is pulled up to reveal a face covered expertly in makeup, their clothes a rich fabric. No doubt designer. You don't work at one of the world's top fashion companies without learning a few of the brands, and whatever the bartender is wearing is undoubtedly expensive.
“Two fingers of rum.” She pauses. “Actually, just bring the bottle. Whatever you recommend” The bartender runs off, returning quickly with a bottle and glass.
“Celebrating or brooding?” They probe. She pushes her annoyance at the invasive question aside.
“Neither just drinking.” she murmurs. They chuckle, leaning into Adora’s space. The perfume they wear invades her senses.
“Where’s the fun in that?” They chuckle mirthlessly. Adora rolls her eyes. Before she has the chance to reply to the chatty bartender another patron calls their attention.
“Let me know if you need anything else handsome.” A hand grazes over her bicep as they turn to tend to other customers. She fills her glass, turning to watch the dancefloor as the song changes. She searches the club as she takes a drink. Mermista wasn’t lying, it was an incredible place. The entire back wall is a giant fish tank lit with vibrant lights. The whole atmosphere is almost magical. She quickly drains her first glass, filling it a second time. There was once a time where she would have cringed at how much the bottle cost, but her Brightmoon salary covers it, and much more.
Two drinks later she spots Bow and Glimmer, dancing perhaps too close together on the dance floor. The loud pounding in her ears and the alcohol flooding her system seems to pull her towards the dance floor. She takes another long drink, filling her glass and drinking that one as fast as the last. When she stands to find her friends her eyes scan the floor. Unsurprisingly to Glimmer’s tastes the dance floor is filled with extravagant people in even more extravagant clothing. She starts walking towards where she saw her friends last, sinking into the crowd of bodies. As she walks she sees the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. She freezes in place. She dances alone, her body moving in perfect sync with the gaudy club song. Her skin is golden, only highlighted by the changing lights, her hair messy and covering half of her face. She’s breathtaking. It had been a long time since someone had caught her eye like this. She doesn’t know if it's the alcohol or the attraction that pulls her towards the woman but she marches forward with a new sense of confidence.
As if the beautiful stranger knows that Adora is watching her head turns, her eyes meeting Adora’s. They are two different colors, beautiful golden brown and vibrant blue and for the second time in a matter of seconds her breath is stolen. Finding Glimmer and Bow is long forgotten and before she knows what she’s doing her feet are moving her forward faster than before. She fights to keep her steps even and her breathing slow, the woman doesn’t stop dancing, if anything she begins to dance more fervently. Her black party dress clings to her hips that Adora longs to feel, the straps of her small dress falling down her freckled shoulders. She runs her hands through her curly midnight hair.
Adora reaches her and the woman grabs her hands, placing them on her hips. Adora falls into her pull, moving with her, not daring to move her hands from the smaller woman's hips, not about to question the other woman’s boldness. She moves expertly, her hips never stopping and never out of rhythm, her eyes never leave Adora's, she’s hypnotizing and the blonde fights to keep her eyes from wandering. She feels helpless, her brain already fuzzy from the alcohol fights to give this gorgeous woman the attention she deserves. The woman seems to notice Adora’s state and reaches to pull the blonde down by the back of her neck, bringing her lips to her ear.
“You can look.” She teases, pulling back so Adora can see the downright evil smirk on her pretty lips. Her voice is the sexiest thing she has ever heard, it knocks every thought from her brain. She nods, not trusting herself to speak. The woman laughs, and it is squeaky and high, so different from the low rasp she just heard. The woman turns, pressing her back to Adora’s chest. She grabs Adora’s hands again, placing them on her hips. She grinds against her, and Adora fights to keep up, silently thanking Glimmer for all the stupid dance parties she had forced Adora to in college so she isn’t completely helpless with such a stunning woman in her grip. Ten songs could have passed and she wouldn't know it. The woman in her grasp had all of her attention.
She feels the front of her pants grow tight as the smaller woman turns to face her, running her hands over every bit of Adora she can reach, landing on her biceps. She swears she hears her groan. Something possesses her in the moment because she suddenly regains the power of speech, brings her lips to her ears just as the smaller woman had moments earlier.
“They’re not just for show.” The woman most definitely groans at that, before grabbing Adora’s face and kissing her and Adora knows that she has never felt someone kiss like this. It is all lust and energy and passion. Without thinking she kisses back, gripping at the woman’s hips. A tongue sweeps into her mouth and Adora practically forgets her name. She feels one hand on the back of her neck, the other finds her bicep again. She tastes like strawberry chapstick, with a small hint of alcohol. Their bodies get impossibly closer and Adora pulls away to breathe, another wave of uncharacteristic confidence rolling over her as she leans down to the woman’s ear yet again, their bodies still moving to the music and each other.
“Bathroom.” She practically growls. She doesn’t respond, instead chuckling and dragging Adora off the dance floor. She leads them through the crowd, past the bathrooms to a door that reads Employees Only in bold letters. She pulls her past the door into what appears to be an office, locking the door behind them. Adora doesn’t hesitate, she pushes her against the wall, her lips falling to her neck. The other woman throws her head back moaning breathlessly.
“Your office?” Adora asks between leaving bruises across the plane of her neck.
“A friend’s.” She practically whispers, just as breathless as Adora herself. She yelps as Adora grabs her by the back of the thighs and lifts her. Strong thighs wrap around Adora’s hips as she abandons her neck for the moment and moves back to her beautiful lips. The brunette's hands thread through short blonde hair as their kisses begin to grow impossibly more heated, tongues meeting, and teeth clashing. A hand snakes from her hair down her chest and abs till it reaches her belt. She feels her cock twitch and she moans into the woman’s mouth.
“What’s your name.” Adora asks between pants. She laughs that same squeaky laugh as before.
“Does it matter?” She teases, a smirk growing on those perfect lips, her hand getting lower and lower until it rests on the bulge at the front of Adora’s pants. Adora groans, closing her eyes trying to focus on the task at hand. Learning this perfect creatures name.
“I usually like to know a woman’s name before I fuck her against a door.” She husks, more of that uncharacteristic confidence. It seems to work because the dark haired woman groans as her eyes grow wide.
“You can call me Cat.” She whispers after a moment of thought as she pulls Adora into another kiss, using her other hand to finish unbuckling the blonde’s belt. Adora grabs her hand, pinning it above her head.
“Is this okay?” Adora asks, her voice going soft and serious.
“Yes...just...please.” She whimpers. Adora doesn’t hesitate, releasing her hand to hold her thigh. Cat grabs her hand, dragging it up her thigh until it meets the heat between her thighs. She runs a finger through the wetness, groaning at the lack of underwear. She brings the tip of her finger over her clit, rubbing small, slow circles. Her mouth returns to a freckled neck. She relishes in the gasps and moans dripping from her lover’s lips.
She moves her finger slowly until she is pushing inside of her. Cat groans loudly, throwing her head back, whispering pleas between her moans. Adora moves in and out slowly, curling with each thrust. She hears as Cat tells her to go harder and complies.
“What...is your name?” She rasps. Adora moves from her neck, down to her chest moving her dress and bringing her lips around a hard nipple, never stopping her hand’s movements. She drags her teeth softly across the hard bud before looking up to meet Cat’s stunning eyes.
“Adora.” She says simply, before doubling her efforts. She feels as Cat’s legs begin to shake.
“Don’t stop. Please Adora.” She begs and hearing her name has her moaning into the smaller woman’s chest, her cock growing unbearably hard. She sucks a mark just above her collarbone as she begins to circle the woman’s clit with her thumb, adding another finger and Baby comes, tumbling over the edge, Adora’s name on her lips. Adora slows her thrusting before slowly pulling out. She meets Cat’s eyes as she brings her fingers to her mouth but before she can Cat grabs her wrist and pulls Adora’s fingers into her own mouth. Adora gasps as she swirls her tongue around, cleaning them. Adora wraps both hands underneath her thighs, taking her and setting her down on the desk in the center of the room.
“Are you sure your friend wont mind us using their desk?” Adora practically chuckles at just how absurd the situation is. She has never once come close to hooking up with a stranger in a public place. Cat reaches back to her belt, unzipping her pants and reaching inside to stroke Adora once slowly. They both groan at the contact. She continues her antagonizing pace as she locks eyes with Adora.
“They owe me a favor” She answers resolutely before running her thumb over the head of Adora’s sensitive cock.
“Would you like to fuck me Adora?” Her eyes pull Adora in, and it feels as if she can't look away. Adora only nods with a moan as the smaller woman increases her efforts.
“Fuck.” She whispers, as Cat finally pulls her cock free and begins to line it up with her entrance. Her brain finally catches up to her body as she realizes exactly what is about to happen.
“Wait, wait, wait” Adora stutters breathlessly. It’s taking all of her brainpower to focus on anything but the hand wrapped around her cock, the warmth from between Cat’s thighs. “I don’t have a condom.” She watches carefully, but Cat’s face doesn’t change.
“We don’t have to worry...Trust me?” The smaller girl is just as breathless as Adora. She gives Cat a nod. She grabs Adora’s short hair with one hand, continuing to line Adora up with the other. Adora shutters when the head of her cock slips inside.
“Fuck” she groans under her breath. Cat’s hand grabs tightly at the back of her hair. There isn’t much to grip onto, but Adora isn’t complaining. Adora moves her hips forward slowly, dropping her head to the smaller girl's shoulder with a groan. Cat gasps softly.
When Adora bottoms out, she’s breathing heavily, her hands gripping tightly on Cat’s hips. The brunette hands have moved to fist the front of Adora’s shirt.
“Is this” Cat rocks forward, pulling a moan from Adora. “Fuck..is this okay?” She manages. Cat nods quickly, rocking her hips again. She leans up, her lips graze Adora’s ear just as they had on the dance floor.
“Fuck me Adora.” The sound of her name on those gorgeous lips is like an electric shock through her body. Without hesitation she pulls her hips back and thrusts them in. Its pure bliss. She’s lost in the shorter girl, just as she had been when she first saw her on the dancefloor, just as she had been when Cat had pulled her close, Grinding against her in the sea of people and pounding music.
The music is faded behind the door of the office, in sync with Adora’s thrusts as she pounds into the woman sitting on the desk, wrapped around her. It’s bliss. Adora grabs those perfect hips that had been the forefront of her mind since they began dancing only minutes ago. She feels the other woman's hands move to her back, her sharp black nails practically tearing into the shirt Glimmer had so carefully picked out. The shirt however, is the last thing on her mind and she finds an unforgiving pace, silently thanking her years of physical training for dragging the delicious moans from Cat.
“Fuck” The girl groans at a particularly hard thrust. Adora didn’t know she had a thing for curse words, but add that to the list of everything about this girl that is driving her insane. With each thrust she charges towards her peak, she quickly reaches her arm to meet the other girl’s clit. Returning to the small fast circles that had driven her over the edge moments before. It was the right choice based on the way Cat’s thighs clench harder around her hips.
Within seconds she feels the girl’s walls clench around her already throbbing dick. The girl’s head falls to Adora’s shoulder where she bites the muscle there as she comes. Adora falls not long after her, groaning as she does. They both sit there panting, eyes closed, the club music still pounding from the other room. Without notice the girl pulls Adora out of her and begins straightening her dress. Adora's hand falls to the desk where she holds herself up, still panting, her body heavy. The girl stands.
“It was great to meet you, Adora.” She smirks again and Adora’s heart skips. With one last lingering touch to Adora’s bicep the girl saunters off leaving a panting Adora.
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Adora emerges from the office still disoriented. She moves slowly towards the main room, the music returned to its normal volume without the office walls blocking it out. She would have to remember earplugs next time Glimmer forced her out to the clubs. A new song begins as Adora reaches the crowd, her eyes search for Cat. She’s nowhere to be seen. Bow and Glimmer find her quickly.
“Where the hell have YOU been?” Gimmer accuses her voice loud to top the music around them.
“It’s....a long story. Let’s dance.” She offers her best friends a smile and they whoop excitedly, evidence of drinking clear in the way their bodies sway slightly. They drag her by her hands to the center of the crowd.
The night blurs. Endless drinks blend together. She allows herself to relax, and after an hour Bow and Glimmer have her full attention again, the beautiful Cat forgotten to the laughs of her friends and the music that will leave her with a splitting headache in the morning, but that’s a problem for future Adora.