#fergie

the music in the club was pulsing, you cling onto the drink your friend bought you tightly, as if it were to help you hold your balance. the tangy taste of raspberry hitting your tongue is an experience.. not one you were sure you wanted to have again.

said friend, was now on the other side of the dance floor with a random dude she picked out to dance with her. fair enough, you thought in your solitude.

you felt lonely, which should seem impossible when you’re in a crowded club. however, having no one to actually interact with did make it feel possible. your eyes wandered around the people who frequented the club with you, most of them men with their friends, talking about which girl they should snatch up next, or girls who were there to simply enjoy themselves with their companions.

an interesting sight your eyes ended up on, was a redhead, who smiled lazily while she danced up on some guy. she had this casual lacy black dress on, that reached down to the middle of her thighs.

you, a complete stranger to this woman, were really analyzing her. you felt like a creep, but you were also bored out of your mind. you tear your eyes away from her, afraid she’d catch you staring. you tried to think to yourself about what you’re going to do now, the loud music interrupting your thoughts easily.

the best you could come up with your slightly hazy brain was to go up to the bar and buy her a drink. so what do you do? that, of course.

you walk to the countertop where the drinks were being poured and served, the music quieter in the area. you sit near where the redhead was sat, drinking on her neon orange liquor. it looked like a good drink, she seemed satisfied by it. it also gave you a better idea of what she might like.

you saunter over to her, trying to be ever so charismatic. the redhead gives you a knowing smirk, as if having known what was happening. “hey there,” you speak over the music to her. “can i by you a drink of.. well, whatever you’d like?” you stumble over your words just a bit. she gives a charismatic chuckle and nods. “mm, yeah sure, why not?”

it was easily the prettiest voice you’d heard in your life. she pursed her lips while she thought about what drink she wanted. “a dry martini, please.” she speaks lowly to the bartender, as if it were a secret. she eyes you, how you lean against the countertop, almost stiff.

you give her your name, then decide to ask for hers, “and you are?”

“natasha,” she purrs, “thanks for the drink, cutie.” you almost freeze with her words, a sheepish smile escapes you instead. her martini is quickly made and served for her, which she takes in slowly with a delighted hum.

“so, whatcha doing over here, buying me a drink, huh?” she questions, a teasing smile on her face. “well, i did come here with my friends but.. they all seem to be having fun with their hookups now.” you shrug. “that’s it, huh? just because you were bored?” she tests you. you shake your head, but natasha just laughs at you, “i’m just kidding, sweetheart.” she faux pouts before beginning her next sentence.

“aw, you poor thing, all alone at the club then?” she raises an eyebrow. “i hope not anymore..” you eye her. natasha hums, “i might give you a chance if you get lucky, honey.” you nod, and are silently grateful that the club lights hide your easily blushing face.

she sips on her drink, swinging to the music. natasha out of nowhere, grabs your wrist and looks at you, “cmon, let’s go dance.” before you have a chance to say anything, she quickly finishes her martini and drags you out to the floor.

you catch your balance, steadying yourself as she stops with you somewhere crowded again. you could spot your busy friend from the corner of your eye, but suddenly that didn’t matter anymore.

natasha was swaying along to the music, her back turned to you. you couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized by this figure in front of you. you move along too, the alcohol in your system helping you feel less tense in the moment.

only for a while, until natasha snakes her hand to yours, putting them to her waist. she wanted you to hold her while she moved. you gasp involuntarily, as she stirs closer to you.

she moves against you, obviously trying to get a reaction out of you. your instinct was the grip her waist just a tad harder, coaxing a chuckle out of her. you knew she liked what you did when she puts her back against your chest, moving with you more proximately.

you continue doing so, melting into her. natasha enjoys it quite a lot. she likes how easy you are for her. “you like that, cutie?” she teases, her voice a little rough. you could only answer with a bashful hum.

natasha turns around to face you, draping her arms over your shoulders. “i really liked the drink you bought for me..” she murmurs into your ear, so you could really hear her over the obnoxiously loud club music. “you.. yeah?” you breathe to her. “mmhm.. i thought it was real cute how you came over.. so eager to buy me a drink.” she chuckles lazily, caressing your head.

the air felt thicker now, your face reddening with every word natasha spoke. “well.. i’m always happy to—”

“shh.. don’t talk. just keep making cute noises for me.” natasha interrupts you with a finger pressed to your lips. you immediately shut up, a familiar ache in your stomach from her dominant action.

she takes her finger away from your lips, dragging it down your jawline. “you’re real cute..” she teases, leaning in closer. your hands have never left her waist, instead gripping her a bit tighter now.

you breathe steadily, keeping yourself from absolutely freaking out right now. you smile sheepishly. “yeah..?” you mumble out. natasha hums, “yeah.. mm..” it seems like she stops to think for a second.

“come.” natasha then orders, taking your hand. she leads you through the crowd, the fog surrounding everyone along with the pink club lights. natasha drags you to the bathroom, which was surprisingly empty for how many people were inside the bar.

she shoves you into one of the stalls and pins you against the wall. you gasp before she presses her lips against yours. you let a pathetic whimper against her, her hands wandering over your sides.

natasha smiles into the kiss, letting out soft sounds of her own. she pulls away after a bit, leaving you to catch your breath.

“you look way cuter in this light where i can see you blushing better.” she purrs out. you pant, a lot having happened in the past two minutes. you hold onto her waist like it was your lifeline.

natasha snakes her hand up your neck and into your hair, tugging on it slightly. the action makes you moan softly, making her eyes sparkle. “such a pretty sound..” she whispers to you.

you decide to dive for her neck, placing soft kisses over her pulse point. she gasps, her grip on your hair tightening.

the way natasha was holding you only drove you further, so you start to suck gently, leaving red marks over the right side of her neck. you could hear her chuckle breathlessly and whisper sweet nothings to you.

after leaving a few marks, she brings her fingers to your chin, forcing your face back up to hers and draws you back for another kiss. your hands wander down her waist, to her thighs. you bring one up so you could feel her closer.

natasha hums contentedly against your lips, letting her arms drape over your shoulders. you both kiss sloppily, feeling the heat of the moment.

she pulls away, a satisfied smile on her face. natasha looks into your eyes, then over your face. you stand there like an idiot, staring at her as well. she chuckles, and puts something in your pocket. “don’t look yet.” she says, sternly. you obey.

natasha huffs and steps backwards, unlocking the stall door. she walks over to the bathroom mirror and fixes her hair, leaving you dumbfounded in there. you walk out after composing yourself, not daring to look yourself in the mirror yet. you watch her as she puts some lipstick on, it grazes her lips like a paintbrush on a canvas.

she steps back and looks at you, a smirk on her face. natasha leans in, her breath hot on your ear. “you should fix your lips, honey.” she teases and struts to the door, opening it and leaving back into the fog of the club.

you stand there for a good minute, processing what just happened. you finally come to look yourself in the mirror, and see your makeup slightly blurred, especially your lipstick. it’s smudged with her own. you huff and remember she placed something in your pockets and reach for it. it was a piece of paper, which you now carefully unfold.

‘****-****-**, natasha. call me <3’