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"Do we have to go tonight?”
Viv is lying flat out on the bed on her back, long limbs stretched. She fiddles with the gold ring she’s wearing as she speaks.
“No,” Beth replies, popping her head out of the wardrobe. “Not really. Is something up? Are you feeling ok?”
“Ye- wait, what? We don’t have to go?”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to, Vivi,” Beth says, leaning back against the wardrobe door with a dress in each hand. “Do you really not want to?”
“But it’s Steph’s birthday!” Viv says, propping herself up on her elbows in surprise. “We obviously have to go!”
“Are you arguing with me about this?” Beth laughs. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, baby. If you don’t feel like it, we won’t go.”
“But-“
“Viv!”
Viv flops back down and huffs out a laugh, frowning. “I’m not anxious about it, or anything, I just don’t feel like it. I’m warm and cosy here and it’s so cold out there.”
“That’s still a good enough reason,” Beth says, looking at her fondly. “We don’t have to.”
“But we should.”
“But… we should. For Stephy.”
“Ugh,” Viv groans as she heaves herself up to a sitting position. “Tell me what to wear then, please. I don’t have it in me to pick an outfit right now.”
Beth grins, turning back to their wardrobe and rifling through the pants section quickly. “Hm… These pants that make your ass look amazing, or these pants that make your ass look amazing?”
“Jesus, woman,” Viv jokes from her position on the bed. “Are you going to be able to keep your hands off me?”
“If you wear these, no,” Beth says, choosing the darker of the two pairs and throwing the over to Viv. “But I’m selfless, so it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”
“How generous of you.” Viv deadpans.
“Thanks baby, I know.”
“And what top am I wearing? Or am I wearing one at all?”
“Don’t be silly.” Beth pauses as she searches for the item she’s looking for. “This one? It matches the trim on the pants.”
“And…”
“And I love the low back, fine, geez.”
“Amazing,” Viv snorts. “This experience has not been objectifying in the slightest.”
“I mean, you can easily return the favour...”
Viv hauls herself up to stand next to Beth at the wardrobe, pretending to consider her options.
“You’re not fooling me; I know the white pants are your favourite!”
“If you say so,” Viv grins wolfishly as she pulls them from the wardrobe. “And the black top?”
“Perfect,” Beth replies, taking them both from her and immediately stripping off. “Now chop chop, we have to leave soon!”
Viv whistles when Beth puts the pants on, just to be annoying, before stripping off herself, pulling the navy pants on and the shirt over her head. She sits on the edge of the bed when she’s done, watching Beth fix her hair.
“I did good,” Beth says, when she eventually turns around and move towards Viv. “These pants are my favourite thing on you, ever.”
“Except-“
“Yes, ok, thank you.” Beth is almost straddling her now, one hand on each hip. “How much time do we have?”
“You just said we have to leave soon!”
“Yeah, well. That was before you got dressed.” Keeping her hands on Viv’s hips, Beth rubs a slow circle with each thumb as she leans in to kiss her softly. “These pants are really something.”
“Creep,” Viv murmurs against her, but she’s smiling too. “Now come on! I didn’t get out of bed just for us to be late!”
“Ugh.” Beth kisses her one more time before climbing off. “I hate when you’re reasonable.”
“Someone has to be!”
***
The bar that Steph has chosen is dimly lit, music playing fairly softly. Beth glances over at Viv, pleased, and she smiles back.
They find most of the girls in a booth in the back, chatting rowdily. They have a week off games this week, so no one will be getting drunk, but there’s room for a tiny little bit of fun.
Beth motions for Viv to slide in and then taps her on the shoulder to let her know that she’s going to the bar to get them some drinks. She’s served quickly, returning to the booth and sliding in next to Viv, who knocks her leg against Beth’s in thanks and rests a hand on her knee.
At some point, Beth leaves Viv with Vic and Lotte and gets up to dance with Steph and Jen. The music is a bit louder at this point in the evening, and Steph has sneakily made some requests for her favourite songs. They jump around for a long time, yelling to each other over the beat, and swinging each other around in huge circles.
Eventually Beth finds herself decidedly out of breath – she’s not sure how concerned she should be by this – and wanders back to the bar. She’s waiting to get the bartender’s attention when she feels a body press lightly against her back.
“I missed you,” Viv says, breath in her ear. “You were dancing for so long.”
“I’m sorry,” Beth replies, tilting her head back so their jaws are pressed side by side. “If it’s any consolation, I’m not as fit as I thought I was. That was actually some brutal cardio!”
“I happen to think you’re still pretty fit,” Viv says in her ear.
“Jeez, you’re on a roll tonight aren’t you?”
Viv shrugs, grinning, and keeps herself pressed up against her.
“What do you want?”
“Come to the bathroom with me?” Viv whispers in reply.
“Bit of a odd drink request,” Beth jokes, turning around to face her. Viv pouts back. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, lead the way, weirdo.”
The bathrooms at this particular bar are all unisex, large rooms with the toilet and sink in one. Viv pushes the door of one open and quickly shuts it behind them, pressing Beth back against it and dipping down to kiss her.
“So this is what you meant,” Beth jokes in between kisses, biting back a gasp. “Figures.”
They kiss softly for a while, Viv’s hands roaming until she has one in each of Beth’s back pockets, pulling her in closer. Gasping a little at the contact, Beth tilts her head back to deepen the kiss, revelling in Viv’s soft groan against her.
Even just one or two drinks in Beth feels her skin buzz with the touch of Viv’s hands on her, tingling deliciously at any movement she makes.
Viv starts moving slowly against her as they kiss more deeply, letting her legs fall open a little so Beth can press her thigh in between them. She moans, softly, as Beth presses her leg firmly against her, pulling her in closer.
Viv is moving rhythmically against her now, gasping a little as each movement of Beth’s thigh. Beth can feel her own arousal build in her stomach, warm and deep and aching. Viv tugs a little on her bottom lip, making her gasp, and she suddenly remembers where they are and pulls back just slightly
“Baby,” she whispers, Viv still tightly pressed to her. “We cannot have sex in this bathroom.”
Viv takes a moment to respond to her, eyes shut and cheeks red, Beth’s leg still firmly between hers. When she opens her eyes, she gazes at Beth, brow furrowed.
“Who says?”
“Me, unfortunately,” Beth says a little ruefully, as Viv leans back a little to look at her properly. “I guess it’s my turn to be reasonable.”
Viv’s nipples are hard through the fabric of her shirt, and it takes most of Beth’s self-control not to tug if off completely so she can put her mouth on her, but she resists.
“They’re going to be wondering where we are,” Beth says, smiling at Viv’s pout. “And as much as I love you more than anything, we can do better than some manky bathroom. That’s literally a clump of hair there in the corner.”
“I could overlook it – in fact, I was overlooking it,” Viv replies, but pulls back a little anyway. “Fine, fine. I’ll have to have a few more drinks to get over how hot you look and how unattainable you are, or I might go insane.”
“I like the sound of you going insane over me,” Beth grins, “but who said anything about unattainable? We only have to stay another hour or so anyway.”
“Longgg time.” Viv says, “Great pants.”
“Have I rendered you incapable of proper speech?”
“Only a little,” Viv replies, learning back down to kiss her one more time. “Come on, I refuse to be held responsible for my actions if we stay in here much longer.”
Laughing, Beth tugs Viv out of the bathroom behind her, and back out into the bar.
An hour or so later, Beth’s lost track of her again. She’d been pulled away by Steph to help with the carrying the cake in and organising that part of the celebration, and the last she’d seen of Viv she’d been at the bar, laughing with Katie about something.
Now, Beth pulls herself up from where she’s sitting with Steph and Lia and scans the room, brow furrowed. Obviously she wouldn’t have just left, and it’s far too cold to be dawdling outside. Viv does this, sometimes, for a break, but she also hates the cold.
She’s peering round the darker, quieter side of the bar – despite odd looks from the bartender – when two arms wrap around her waist suddenly. Viv’s breath is hot in her ear when she speaks.
“Baby, where have you been?”
Turning round to face her, Beth bites her lip a little. “I’m sorry! I got caught up with Steph and cake and everything. The girl literally forgot to bring candles to her own birthday party. Although I suppose- Wait, how drunk are you?”
Viv’s been swaying a little with Beth in her grip as she talks. She’s listening, but not completely.
“Not very,” Viv replies, sticking her tongue out at her. “I’m just a tiny bit tipsy. Just a little. Katie kept buying me drinks.”
“You forget you’re not Irish, darling. You can’t expect to keep up with her.”
“Heyyyyy! I can!”
“I mean, you’re not really proving your own point right now,” Beth laughs, as Viv rocks forward into her again. “Easy, jesus. Stop being so floppy!”
Viv’s reply is a bit muffled, her face pressed into Beth’s shoulder. “I’m not floppy! You’re just warm!”
“Whatever you say, drunky,” Beth says, pressing her lips to Viv’s hair.
“I’m not drunk! I’m just a bit tipsy!”
“Doesn’t have the same ring to it though,” Beth quips. “Now come on, do you want to go home?”
Viv pulls back from her shoulder at lightning speed, looking at Beth with glee. “Yes! Home!”
“Could you be a little less enthusiastic about the prospect of ditching the party?” Beth jokes. “Steph’s right over there!”
Viv just grins at her, dropping her voice to a whisper. Or what she thinks is a whisper, apparently. It isn’t. “You said we could have sex at home.”
“Did I?”
“Yes! In the bathroom!”
“Can’t say I recall. Doesn’t sound like something I would say.”
“Bethhhh,” Viv whines. “Babyyyy. You did.”
“Well, that was before you had so many drinks!”
Viv just sighs and flops back onto her. “Come on, let’s go please!”
Beth just about manages to wrangle her around to say goodbye to everyone, shaking her head at Katie and only receiving a smirk back, and get them an Uber home.
Viv is awfully handsy on the way, slipping her hands up the back of Beth’s shirt as she says goodbye to the girls and grinning at her tiny gasp. She opts to sit in the middle seat in the back of the Uber, thigh pressed directly up against Beth’s, and running her blunt nails up and down the inside of her leg.
“God, you are a horny drunk,” Beth laughs when they finally get inside their front door.
“I’m not drunk!”
“But you are horny.”
“Stop being mean to me!”
“Let’s shower, first,” Beth says, tugging Viv in the direction of the bathroom. “We stink of smoke. God, you’re so heavy when you’re floppy.”
Viv seems to take personal offence to Beth’s statement because she decides to be even more floppy in the bathroom, draping herself over Beth as she turns on the shower and waits for the water to warm up. She also thinks it’s funny to splash Beth with the still-cold water, making her squeal.
“Viv!”
“Hm?” Viv grunts from her position against Beth’s back. “I didn’t do anything.” Then she slips her wet hand up Beth’s shirt, cackling.
“Oh my god. You’re also an insufferable drunk. I’d forgotten about this!”
“Not drunk!”
Floppy Viv is also very hard to get out her clothes, and Beth can’t help but laugh as she guides one of Viv’s legs out of her pants, then the other.
“Hold onto the handrail, you idiot! You’re going to fall over!”
“Noooooo,” Viv says in response. “I have amazing balance. See?”
Beth just grabs her in time before she topples over, swaying on one leg. “Christ. You’re going to have some kind of accident.”
Viv just laughs at her until Beth laughs too, standing up.
“Arms up, please!”
She pulls Viv’s top over her head and spins her around to fumble with the clasp of her bralette before pulling that off too. Viv groans when she slides her hands down her torso to pull her underwear off too, grabbing Viv’s thighs as she steps out of them so she definitely stays upright.
Beth quickly strips off too, laughing at the way Viv obviously eyes her chest and abs, before pulling her into the shower.
It’s not an easy task distracting Viv from her ultimate goal and ensuring they both actually exit the shower clean, but Beth just about manages it. She stands behind Viv and lathers her hands with bodywash before running them all over her, and Viv just tilts her head back and lets her.
“Do you want me to do your hair, too?”
“No, too cold,” Viv says, her cheek pressed against Beth’s. “Can’t sleep with wet hair.”
“I mean, we have this wonderful contraption called a hairdryer,” Beth says back, shaking her head. “You are so odd.”
Viv ignores her, or doesn’t hear. “My turn!”
She’s decidedly less coordinated with the soap, and gets a lot in Beth’s hair and some in her mouth. Although she doesn’t seem to care.
“Viv!” Beth splutters.
Viv just ignores her this time, getting distracted and pressing sloppy soapy kisses to the back of Beth’s neck and shoulders, taking her time to kiss the three moles she has in a row on her left shoulder. Beth relaxes into her touch for a while, letting her, and then realises they should probably get out.
“Are we done?”
“Yessss,” Viv says against her skin, and then jerks her head up abruptly. “I’m all pruny! Beth!”
“Well, that tends to happen, baby,” Beth laughs, turning off the taps and pulling their towels from the hanger. “If you’d been a bit more cooperative we could’ve had a shorter shower.”
“Sounds like you’re being mean to me again,” Viv whines. “But I can’t tell.”
“Never!”
The only thing Viv wants to wear as a pyjama top is a soft, old England shirt of Beth’s, and who is she to say no? The way Viv looks with her name across her back still sends a jolt right through her whenever she sees it.
Beth gets dressed too, deciding it’s too much work to try to get Viv to brush her teeth, and moves her towards the bed.
‘Finally,” Viv groans, grabbing her hands and pulling Beth down with her. She wastes no time running her hands up Beth’s legs and hooking her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, looking up at Beth with hooded eyes.
“Baby, we can’t,” Beth says, a tad regretfully. “I’m sorry! I know you’re not drunk, but still.”
Viv stifles a huge yawn as she peers up at her, pouting. “But you said!”
“I know, I know,’ Beth replies, tugging Viv up so they’re face to face, Viv lying on her chest. “That was before you tried to out-drink Katie.”
“I’m not-“
“I know you’re not drunk, yes, thank you! But you’ve yawned three times in the last minute. You might be a horny drunk but you also get tired, remember?”
Viv has already closed her eyes, and leans down to rest her head on Beth’s chest. She still groans at the words. “You lied to me.”
“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow?”
“Hm… how?” Viv still has her eyes closed, but she tightens her grip on Beth’s waist.
“Whatever you want,” Beth promises. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“The strap?” Viv wiggles her eyebrows clumsily, eyes still closed.
“Horny Viv is back!” Beth laughs. “Yes, absolutely, whatever you want.”
“Want you to-“ Viv pauses to yawn again, wrapping her legs around Beth tightly. “With the strap. You know, lieverd?”
“I think I do, actually,” Beth replies, stroking her hair and wriggling so that Viv’s back is pressed tightly against her. “Can do. Let’s have a good sleep, first.”
“You know,” Viv says, “you looked very pretty tonight, baby. Whoever picked your outfit made a pretty good choice.”
“Yeah, she’s alright sometimes.”
She expects Viv to reply with something silly but instead she feels her breathing evening out against her, chest rising and falling evenly. Even in her sleep Viv tightens her grasp around her, resting a gentle hand on Beth’s hip.
Beth revels in the feeling, and the glow in her stomach when she thinks about the morning to come, before drifting off too.