ethanbialecki | You're Invited. To a UV Rave. [Open]

For an event so well known, there had been almost no advertising. The venue located in an old warehouse near the docks that had been renovated purposefully for such an event. And yet it had drawn quite a large local crowd - to the displeasure of some.

Everybody that pays the entry fee receives a free glass of champagne and a small bottle of UV paint in their prefered colour upon entry.

Throughout there are bars serving a vast variety of drinks and 'paint stations' complete with brushes and vast arrays of coloured UV paints. Allowing clubbers to be as creative with their ideas... or just plain messy as they wish.

There are two DJs, playing in different sections, one with the more traditional 'Electronic Dance' style of music, the other playing a selection of requests and popular classics.

It's designed to be a night the people of Siren Cove will remember - or forget if they choose to drink enough.

(OOC: I realise we have quite a few people on hiatus. Please feel free to join in even if you're late. Tag whoever you want, take who you like and have a lot of fun. Below I have included a couple of playlists - but I have terrible tastes in music so feel free to find your own playlists as backing inspiration)

UV Rave: The Club Anthem Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

UV Rave: The EDM Mix from hitchhikingon on 8tracks Radio.

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Genevieve hissed when Mira's licked at her breast. Even over her shirt it felt amazing considering how turned on she was. She was regretting drinking so much that she couldn't take Mira home.

"Well," Genevieve said, drawing her fingers out of Mira and reaching up to suck them clean with a happy groan. "For starters, you taste very, very good."

Smiling at the girl she slid down to her knees in front of her. It was a bit of an awkward position but sliding her hands up Mira's legs to raise her dress up enough so that she could lean forward and get her mouth on Mira.

Mira takes a sharp breath as Genevieve pulls away, blinking slowly; she just stares at her, biting her lip, eyes fixed as she sucks off her fingers. It has to be one of the hottest things Mira's ever seen.

That, or Genevieve dropping to her knees. "Jesus," she says, "you are impossible," and laughs at herself, softly, just a little, interrupted by Genevieve's hands on her. She catches at her dress with one hand to help a little, leans her shoulders against the wall to brace herself as Genevieve presses her mouth to her and she arches toward her with a groan.

Damn she was so hot, the way she sounded when Genevieve got her mouth on her and the way Mira's hips pressed against her. She did taste amazing too and Genevieve didn't hesitate to slide her tongue up into Mira, liking around as one hand reached up to rake her nails along her ass. It was a little obscene, how greedy she felt at the moment, moaning in pleasure about getting to do this but she didn't even care, she was too filled with desire to back off now, to do anything but get lost in it.

Mira hisses at Genevieve's nails on her ass, hips bucking forward, the gasp turning into a whimper at the feel of Genevieve's tongue warm and wet and insistent, pressing into her, almost eager. Like she's some kind of obscene delicacy. She hasn't had sex with a lot of people and while some of it was pretty great, going down on her has never been something anyone treated like it was special except for eliciting the right reaction. "Please," she says, barely aware she's talking. Mira lets her head fall back against the wall, and oh - that's a fantastic idea, leaning at just the right angle to watch as Genevieve moans against her, the sound vibrating against her. "God, you feel --" She slides her hand into Genevieve's hair, tangled, encouraging.

She feels a little selfish, like she should be doing more for Genevieve -- and oh, there are a million things she could think of, and even that makes her shiver -- but she's barely keeping herself standing right now. She wants everything right now.

Genevieve knew, she knew exactly how her mouth felt on the girl and what it was doing to Mira. That was the beauty of going down on a girl, that Genevieve knew just what she was doing and all the little, basic ways to drive her crazy while searching for what really set Mira off.

"Oh fuck you taste so good," Genevieve moaned before pressing her mouth back onto her, licking along her opening to her clit before she really got into it. She wanted to bring Mira to the edge and then push her over, to make her come harder than she ever had before. Or, at the very least, to blow her mind about how good something quick and dirty like this could be.

"So beautiful and so fucking good, Mira, it's not fair," she said, almost pleading the words.

It's the way she sounds, almost as much as how good she feels licking, pressing against her that really undoes Mira.

She moans, biting down against her lip and arching forward. Clenches her hand in Genevieve's hair reflexively at the change, whole body tensed and electric.

"God, you're gorgeous," she says, aware she's rambling, breathless, "you feel so good. Fuck. Genevieve. Please." Every part of her's on edge: her whole body is begging for more, everywhere, if she could even make it to that.

Compliments and begging for orgasms are two ways to really, really make Genevieve happy and in the mood to do good things. Not that she was planning on denying Mira but it was always nice to be appreciated and the girl seemed really appreciative.

"Come for me, baby. Come on, you're right there," Genevieve said, taking just a moment before her lips and tongue went back to Mira's clit and one of her fingers slipped up inside of the girl.

Is she ever. Mira feels like all her nerve endings are turned to about a hundred.

She's sure she'll feel a little silly about it in the morning, and it's a weird thought at this moment, but the "baby" is nice; it's been a while since she's had sex but it's been even longer since someone's called her baby (at least, someone who wasn't creepily yelling at her from across a street). There's no real obligation for Genevieve to be sweet, or this attentive, much less in an alley at midnight a little tipsy.

Mira gasps as Genevieve pushes up inside her, the combination of sensations; she wasn't even aware how exactly she wanted that until she's tensing against Genevieve so hard and suddenly that she can't even breathe. "God. Yes - please -" It's not even coherent as she shudders around her.

It was beautiful, the girl's absolute desperation to come and the knowledge that Genevieve was going to take her there. She wished that she could step away from herself for a moment just to fully appreciate the way Mira looks but she'll settle for tasting and feeling her.

Her finger moves inside the girl, searching for that bundle of nerves that will provide the double whammy, what with Genevieve's mouth on her clit. She wants it, wants it more than her own release at this moment, to let Mira come so hard that she can't comprehend the world around her.

Mira can barely breathe: she arches forward, just a little, desperate and greedy. And there -- somehow the combination of the way Genevieve presses into her, the slight shift of her hips, her tongue against her clit -- hits exactly right to tip her over the edge, and she can feel what feels like her entire body clench hard, shuddering against her. Mira swears into a moan, forgetting to keep quiet, letting her head fall back against the wall.

Fuck it was good, it was so good to feel her come like that with Genevieve's mouth on her. She loved this moment, this time when they absolutely lost it and they just tasted so good. Mira's entire body reacted and Genevieve didn't stop her ministrations until the other girl's body finally started to calm down.

Giving one last lick Genevieve pulled back and readjusted Mira's clothes so that it didn't look like she'd been taken up against a wall and fucked. Standing back up she leaned into the other girl and nuzzled at her neck.

"You were so gorgeous. And you tasted so amazing."

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