I can feel her watching me. Her deep, dark eyes burning into my body as I continue to sway sensually to the music. The nightclub is packed, unfamiliar bodies continually bump into me as my movements carry me across the dance floor and over to my audience. I can tell she's enjoying my dance, her eyes perpetually locked onto my hips as I move them from right to left, right to left.

My head is pounding, I can feel the alcohol rushing through my veins, clouding my vision ever so slightly. I can still reason, though. The four tequila shots failing to bring me over the edge, over and into her world. Oddly enough, this bothers me a great deal. I'm not the designated driver tonight, why shouldn't I experience what she is, perhaps then these feelings inside of me would go away, or at least make more sense.

She notices my awkward glance towards the bar, her eyebrow raising ever so slightly. She wants to know if I could handle another round. I nod my head eagerly, grinning almost childlike as she slips gracefully off her stool and wraps her hand around mine. She pauses for a moment, her golden brown eyes locking into mine. I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I take in her flawless features. I can feel my heart beating inside my chest and it suddenly occurs to me that I had begun holding my breath. Who knows, maybe I have had enough to drink.

Not that it mattered now. I follow quietly behind her, my hand gripping tightly to hers as we weave our way through the dancing bodies and over towards the bar. Amazingly enough, she finds an open space and gently pushes me into it, her own body pressing warmly against my back. I try my best to contain the shudder as I feel her lower her mouth towards my ear, her hot breath tickling my sensitive skin. The bartender has approached us and watches curiously, waiting for our order.

"Tell the man what you want." She whispers into my ear.

I suddenly find myself gripping the table, my knees having momentarily gone to jelly. It has just occurred to me, as well, that a warm pair of hands have found themselves wrapped around my waist, the smooth flesh making contact with part of my exposed belly.

The bartender seems to be growing impatient, and I quickly order the first thing that comes to mind. Vodka. Straight. This seems to illicit something in the woman behind me, for her hands begin to roam exploringly over my stomach, causing goose bumps to develop on my skin. The bartender quickly fills our order, and Shalimar removes her hands to slide some money across the bar towards him. We take our shot glasses and clang them together in tradition. Since she is still behind me, I can't watch as she drinks hers, but I know she must have throttled a laugh when I make the appropriate 'ugh, hard liquor' face after I swallow mine. We order two more rounds, and finally move away from the bar and back onto the dance floor.

The extra alcohol hasn't effected her as much as it has effected me. Already I can feel myself moving into and out of drunkenness as I move once more to the music. She had told me once before what an amazing dancer I am, yet she takes this time to repeat it to me seemingly over and over. I can feel myself redden under her intense glare, my hips once again swaying right to left, right to left.

The music shifts and I suddenly find myself pulling her onto the dance floor, wanting to feel her moving with me. Silently judging what I want, she moves behind me, her warm body pressing almost roughly against mine, her hands snaking once more around my waist. I keep telling myself that it's the alcohol, that the emotions and feelings being stirred inside me are due to the lack of control I believe I'm experiencing.

Even through the haze in my head, I'm able to understand the intentions of this evening. The rhythmic thrust of the woman's hips behind me as well as her never ceasing glare on my moving body enough to pop the idea into the head of even the drunkest person. But I'm not that drunk, yet it doesn't seem to bother me like I would have imagined it would.

Behind me, Shalimar moves her hands lower down my almost trembling body, resting themselves a few inches below my waist. Her own body continues to push and rock against mine as I lean my head back onto her shoulder. The music has changed again, this time to a rhythm that wont allow us to continue our 'dance.'

"Lets find another bar." She breaths into my ear, her lips briefly connecting with my earlobe, causing me to shudder and wonder whether it had been intentional or not. We separate, the coldness rushing against my newly exposed skin causing me to whimper softly at the loss of contact. We make our way to the tables and grab our coats. I grin once more as I feel her hand intertwining with mine as we make our way out of the bar.

We walk in silence towards another bar, one I haven't been to but comes highly recommended. As we near the entrance, I can feel her pace slow down and then stop a few feet from the door. Before I can turn around and question her, a pair of hands begin to creep their way across my stomach and ever so slightly under my shirt. Her warmth is there again, pressing strongly against my back, her smaller frame all but supporting me now as I lean once more into her embrace.

"Emma." She questions, her hot breath tickling my neck and shoulder. I mumble something in reply, my body unconsciously pushing itself backwards against hers. She wants to know if I'll forget this evening, that whatever has happened, will happen, wont effect our friendship. I'm not exactly sure how to respond. I know that I'm drunk, I know that she's drunk. I also know that I don't want to forget anything that's happened already. I tell her this, and gasp as I feel her hands roam higher up under my shirt. She asks me again if I'll forget, this time her lips making obvious contact against my ear.

Abruptly I pull away, walking a few paces towards a bench and sit myself down on it. Running my hand through my hair I try and make sense of our situation. Before I had joined Mutant X, I had never once considered myself bisexual. And even still, I had only admired Shalimar from a distance, never really believing a night like this could happen.

She stood there, momentarily stunned after I had pulled myself out of her embrace. I can't help but notice the confusion and hurt in her eyes. It's quickly washed away though, as she turns towards me and begins to advance in her inhuman, feline DNA type of way.

She positions herself between my thighs, right up against the benches edge. The unusual height of the bench making it possible for her to bend her head downwards and rest her forehead against mine. She still wants an answer.

Before either of us can speak though, we are interrupted by a drunken guy who has started to tap insistently on Shalimars shoulder, causing her to growl lowly in her throat as she turns her head to face him. He shares a few quick words with her, myself unable to make out his drunken slur. I can see the sudden change from annoyance to humor in the blondes face and I pull her head closer to mine, asking her what the guy had said.

She takes a moment before curling her fingers through my hair, her forehead pressed once more against mine. She smiles briefly before telling me that "He wants to know if we are lesbians. He says he's never met any before."

I can feel my cheeks flush redder then ever as I shoot a quick glance at the stranger then look back at Shalimar. "So, what should I tell him?" She whispers, her face moving even closer to mine, her hot breath playing warmly against my lips.

I raise my own hands from my lap and place them tenderly on her back, my eyes looking almost mischievously into hers. "Don't tell him anything." I whisper. Then, I'm sure, surprising both her and the guy, I push my mouth forward, capturing her lips against my own. The gentle kiss soon turns into a hungry fight for space in the others mouth, answer enough to the guys question, I'm sure. I can sense him moving away, probably to report his findings to his other drunken friends, but I don't care, all I want to focus on is the woman in front of me.

After a few seconds, we break the kiss, my lips tingling from the newly released blood flow. I don't know about her, but the idea of entering the bar now seems very unappealing. She smiles at me, her hands releasing locks of my hair and sliding down my shoulders and sides. Her face is still inches from mine and I feel almost dizzy in her sweet breath.

I hold my breath, waiting for her to speak. "Lets go home." She finally whispers, so feint that this time I have trouble hearing her. Nodding slowly, I stand up from the bench, my lack of balance causing me to sway slightly into her arms. I sigh, feeling her heat once more radiating into my skin. She smiles at me and I smile back, our fingers intertwining for the third time that night. Then, slowly but surely we make our way towards the double helix.

The end?