Morgan and Adrienne - Backdated to Friday

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((Whoops forgot to post this with the other Silver logs.)) Morgan and Adrienne have a dance at Silver.

Morgan had gotten there pretty early so she could watch the place fill up, which it did quickly. By time the text from Adrienne told her that her friend was there somewhere the press of bodies had added another ten degrees to the inside of the club. Morgan had been dancing, clad in tight leather pants and a white tank top cut off so it didn't even make it to the bottom of her ribs. Small beads of sweat trickled down her spine but she hadn't really gotten started yet. Texting an inquiry back to Adrienne as to what her drink of choice was for the moment, the blue-skinned woman threaded her way through people and up to the bar so by the time Adrienne found her there the drink would already be made.


"Where beith my drink? The goddess of Fashion Week demandeth her drink!" Adrienne sang out, shimmying up to Morgan and draping her arm around the blue woman. "You look fantastic, Morgan le Fay," she purred, looking her friend over. "I love the blacklight in your hair. Dance with me?

"Someone's giddy," Morgan commented with an amused tone. "Fashion week going well?" She had forgotten the black light would make her hair glow purple just as it did to her shirt. The colors pulsed as the lights shifted and blinked on or off with the rhythm of the song. One arm slid around Adrienne's waist while the other lifted the glass with her drink in it over someone's head until she could hold it out to her friend. "How 'bout you drink first, then we'll dance, my love." Morgan pressed a kiss to Adrienne's temple, grinning as she did.

"Day One is a smashing success," she said happily, nuzzling Morgan's neck. "My models were fantastic. I was so proud. I would say like a mom, but that's an icky analogy. I love my models. I love everyone. You know who would make good models? Mutants." Nodding to make her point, she downed her drink in a gulp. "Dancing now?

"Maybe you should do a run with all mutants as models. All physical mutations. Fur and scales and colors and claws and the like." Morgan squeezed Adrienne's side from the nuzzling and waited until the drink was gone. The glass was then plucked out of the other woman's hand and Morgan utilized the length of her arms once more to slip it back onto the bar. "Aye, love, dancing now. Anything you want, mi reina." Adrienne's temple got another kiss. Morgan's arm slipped from around the waist of her friend. Her hand smacked Adrienne's ass on the way to grabbing a hand so she could lead them through the throng of people to the dance floor, weaving in and out of the crowds, slipping through small gaps in the bodies and forcing her way through where there were none.

Pinching Morgan's ass in return for the smack, Adrienne let herself be led out onto the dance floor. "I should do a mutant photo shoot or something," she agreed. "But you wouldn't agree to participate, would you?" Pulling Morgan close, Adrienne molded her body to the other woman's and started moving to the beat of the thumping bass. "I know you don't like to put yourself on display, dancing aside."

"This isn't display. This is dressing for a sweaty activity that doesn't require weapons," Morgan clarified as her arm wrapped back around Adrienne's waist. She kept the shorter woman pressed against herself as she gave over control of her movements to the music. "And it depends on what modeling you want me doing." Normally Morgan's answer would have been a resounding no, but she was always easier to talk into things when she'd been dancing.

"That's why I said dancing aside, Morgan Le Fay," Adrienne murmured, arms around Morgan's neck and mirroring the blue woman's rhythmn. "I want you modeling... lingerie?" She gave Morgan a wicked grin. "Maybe swimsuits. I don't know all the details yet. This is kind of a spur of the moment thing, for all the joking I do about having mansion residents model for me. Hey," she smirked, "I danced with Manuel, he should be around here somewhere, you want to go embarrass him?"

Morgan planted a playful kiss on Adrienne's lips in response to the grin she was given. "Well, I'll privately model lingerie for you. Maybe you should ask me when you figure it out." And winked and playfully dipped Adrienne back as far as she could without colliding with someone. "Manuel and I are not on speaking terms right now. You can go though if you want, cupcake."

"Mmm, sounds good, I'll keep that in mind," Adrienne promised, but because it was Morgan and Adrienne respected her, she added "but not if that would cause trouble between you and Sam Guthrie." She gave Morgan a chaste kiss back and nipped at her bottom lip. She pulled back to give Morgan a concerned glance. "You and Manny? But you're his champion. Is this one of those things we're not going to talk about?"

Morgan grinned. "I think Sam would appreciate you getting me in lingerie if you took pictures for him. Or let him watch." She laughed, because in her head Sam was blushing scarlet. She made a mental note to try to pry him out of his bed and into hers later. Because that just sounded like a damn good thing to curl up with before passing out cold. The question about her and Manuel, however, brought a shrug. "He was an ass about something having to do with Laurie. I got protective. He was protective. It went badly. I'll talk to him to try to work it out when I'm less likely to want to deck him for everything coming out of his mouth."

"Hmm, now why should I do something nice for Sam when he's taking you away from me?" she teased. "You're going to be cuddling with him instead of me now. Why would I be nice to him? You're assuming I'm a nice person. I'm not a nice person. I am an evil bitch."

"Because I still love and adore you," she told Adrienne before nuzzling into the her neck and nipping at the side of it. "And because he won't steal me away. Even if I do want to strip him naked and do horribly dirty things to him." Morgan laughed and bit her lip. Despite the laughter, it was obvious what she'd said about him was true. All of it.

Adrienne let out a theatrical sigh. "I want someone to strip me naked and worship me as the goddess of Fashion Week, but I suppose I'll settle for your adoration tonight. Maybe another dance with Manuel," she added with a smirk. "I like Sam, but I think I'm going to keep the lingerie photos to myself if you don't mind."

Morgan smirked and slid down Adrienne's body as they moved to the music. Her lips brushed a line down the other woman's chest, down the center of her cleavage and came to rest against her navel. Morgan bit at the materially playfully and pulled it away from the skin to which is clung. She never lost her rhythm. "I could worship you," she said loud enough that she hoped it carried up to the ears for which the words were intended. Her eyes were turned up toward Adrienne's face but the rest of her face was rather suggestively positioned between Adrienne's hip. "More easily if I strip you naked."

"But you want to strip Sam naked and do horribly dirty things to him, and you don't cheat, and stripping me naked and worshiping me would be cheating," Adrienne reminded Morgan in a tone that held nothing but affection for the other woman. "At least, it would be in the mental image I have."
"It would be in the mental image I have, too." Morgan grinned and bit Adrienne's hip through her dress, hands sliding up the other woman's thighs and under her dress. "But only if he were my boyfriend. Which he's not. I can't cheat on someone I've not committed to."

Adrienne had entirely lost the beat of the music, even the noise and the sense of violation of personal space that the dancers around them induced. The old cliche of being frozen in time came to mind. Morgan's hands on her thighs seemed to electrify her nerves to the point of short-circuiting all her other senses, and all she felt was the blue woman's touch, though she experienced it so intensely that it swamped her completely. "Well, lucky for me, then," she said when the moment passed and she could breathe and speak and see again. "Damn." She sounded genuinely disappointed, though there was a spark in the green eyes. "Too bad the goddess has to get her beauty sleep tonight, or she might invite the faithful worshiper back to her room."

Morgan frowned. Then she licked a line from the inside of Adrienne's knee straight up the inside of her thigh. The metamorph stopped only a few inches from the presumed target and straightened up, her body pressed close so she slid up her friend's. "That's really too bad for me then, innit?" An arm wound back around Adrienne's waist and for several long moments her lips hovered close to Adrienne's as if she would kiss her the instant she stopped staring down into the green eyes. Suddenly she shifted gears, kissed the tip of the fashionista's nose and grinned at her.

"You're evil," Adrienne chuckled, putting her hands on Morgan's ass and pulling her close so she could bite the blue woman's lower lip. Just like Morgan to get her all worked up and then back off to torture her. "I'm going to have to go sit with a gay man to cool myself off now, you know."

A hand came up to cup Adrienne's cheek. Morgan gave her a very thoughtful look. Then she pulled her friend closer and kissed her on the lips, the sort of kiss that came after all that build up. The kind of kiss that made you forget to breathe. But she took her time with it. Just as suddenly as it started, though, it was over. Morgan grinned and pulled back. "Had to make the gay man worth it, love." She winked, kissed Adrienne's cheek and slithered through the crowd. Either Adrienne would find a gay man or she would follow and try to kill Morgan for that.


Once her entire body had stopped buzzing with pleasure and her eyes had refocused, Adrienne found that Morgan had disappeared through the crush of people. "That was very good worshipping," she muttered to no one in particular, still slightly dazed. Shaking her head as if that would help clear it, she adjusted her dress and staggered as if inebriated over to the bar, ordering a cosmopolitan. As she waited for it, she spotted Jean-Paul at a table. "Perfect," she grinned happily, though she was still too buzzed from the kiss to head over to see him. Better to have a drink to steady her nerves first, bring herself back to earth. Or maybe three drinks.