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

[ethanbialecki]

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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[weatherornot]

"You're really nice to touch," she reassured Mira before pulling away and slipping her hand into the other girl's before pulling her toward the door. If she wanted to get out into the open air to talk she was more than happy to do that.

"And I'm kinda buzzed, so I might not be great conversation."

[astra_inclinant]

"Yeah, you're pretty nice yourself," Mira says, lacing her fingers into Genevieve's and letting herself be tugged, laughing and catching up.

"I'm not exactly a hundred percent sober," she admits. The air is cool as they get outside, the breeze crisp on bare skin; next to her Genevieve seems warmer for it and she turns around in front of her, smiling. "Pretty sure we can find some things we agree on."

[weatherornot]

"Can we take a moment and find out if we agree on how good it feels to kiss you," Genevieve asked, pulling Mira closer for reasons that had nothing to do with warmth. She liked the way the cold air made her skin feel so sensitive and she wanted Amira's hands- among other things- all over her.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira chews on her lower lip, smiling, and says, "we can do that", already leaning up to kiss her.

She sort of intends the kiss to be brief, sweet but just - a start. But then she's kissing her, being kissed, pressing up into her hands and she can't think of a single reason to slow down. Mira slides a hand to her neck to tug her closer, her other hand spread against her side.

[weatherornot]

Genevieve didn't hesitate to kiss her deep and slow, humming as her fingers threaded through the hair of the other girl. The kiss was good, soft and building in passion in a way that made her squirm just a bit. Her own hands slid around Mira's waist, resting on the small of her back as she held her close.

[astra_inclinant]

Genevieve kisses a little like she dances: intent and skillfully and unhurried. Mira sighs, tilting her head into the kiss, her thumb tracing lazily at the skin where the girl's shirt pulls away from her shorts. Mira hasn't been kissed in a while, not seriously; she's not sure if there's a consensus on how good she is to kiss but being kissed , that's something she could get more of.

All of this is: the other girl's hands on her, that pleased hum that coils right through her - that she could definitely get more of.

She pulls back to catch her breath for just a moment, and shifts to press a kiss to her neck. "So, do we agree?" she teases, low against her skin.

There's a part of her that doesn't trust this, like if she doesn't do everything she's feeling right now it'll never happen again. But, mostly she's stopped secondguessing feeling good, for now.

[weatherornot]

"Yeah, we agree we need to kiss a lot more before deciding anything," Genevieve said, pulling her into another kiss and pressing her hips against Mira's. Despite the cool air she was starting to feel flushed and heated from the kiss, definitely in the mood for something more.

"I should let you know," she said, pulling back to kiss along the girl's neck. "I've been told my kisses are even better when our hands are exploring each other."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira grins into the kiss, tucking her hands into Genevieve's back pockets with a squeeze to urge her even more firmly against her, her own dress insubstantial and flimsy between the press of their bodies.

She bites her lip as the girl moves to her neck, a laugh turning into a sigh. "Should you..." This time the arch of her hips and the grip of her hand is more unconscious as Genevieve's mouth finds a sensitive spot.

"Anywhere in particular... you want to explore?" she asks, dragging her fingers upwards, slowly, lingering, actually exploring the planes and curves of her. She rakes over the curve of her breast with the back of her nails, palms back over.

God, there are some places she really hopes she does.

[weatherornot]

Genevieve let out an obscene moan as the girl's hands moved over her breasts, loving how it felt, even through the fabric of her shirt. She nibbled along Mira's throat, sucking just a bit while her own hands squeezed the girl's ass.

"I want my hands to explore every inch of you," Genevieve said. "But I have a problem. You see, once I see how good you are to touch, I'll want to see how you taste.."

[astra_inclinant]

"Fuck." Mira groans softly, between the mark the other girl's sucking onto her throat, the press of her fingers, the suggestion of more places her mouth could be. It's all she can think of.

That, and other ways she could be occupying her own.

Mira turns her head to catch Genevieve in a kiss, ungentle and wanting; one hand tangling into her hair, the other sliding under her shirt to repeat its route more intently."I somehow...don't think that's going to be a problem," she says, quietly, flushed, when she pulls back, biting at her lips a little. "Though maybe not in a warehouse alley," she admits reluctantly, still close.

[weatherornot]

"Fuck? I'd love to," Genevieve said, moaning and pressing her chest into Mira's hands. They felt good, sending a rush of heat through her, getting her wet and aching with need. She wanted to know how the girl tasted, what it felt like to have Mira's mouth on her...

"I've got a car but I'm a bit too buzzed to drive I'm afraid," she said with a laugh.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira laughs softly; she'd probably have made the same joke.

"Just a car could work..." she says, thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to Genevieve's collarbone and working her way down. She's probably too tipsy to be driving anywhere too, or maybe just dizzy from desire. Right now, she really doesn't want to stop to move, and it's starting to matter less to her. She likes that Genevieve's loud: she kind of wants to find out just how much.

It occurs to her that it's ironic that they're both not about to drink and drive, even a little, but sleeping with some girl she just met -could be a siren, could be a fucking serial killer, anything-is totally happening. She doesn't actually care, just now. But it's probably a little stupid.

She presses a tease of a kiss to Genevieve' s breast, over her shirt, and says, breathless, "Okay. Okay. Your choice, stop and move, or don't stop and maybe get caught?" She bites her lip, raises an eyebrow.

[weatherornot]

Okay, this girl was seriously bad news, pushing all of Genevieve's buttons, almost like Mira was daring her, or maybe both of them, to see how far they'd go. Well, Genevieve had never really been one to set limits for herself...

Kissing Mira again she pushed her up against a wall, hands sliding down between the other girl's legs and slowly traveling up, pushing up her dress.

"It'd be a shame to waste this easy access you've got here," she said, kissing her way to Mira's ear.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira can feel her heart double-time as she's pushed up against the wall, the cold of the brick rough against her back and the soft heat of Genevieve's body against hers; giving into the kiss. She groans, almost whimpers a little at the other girl's hands between her legs, biting her lip hard to keep quiet. She tilts her head back as Genevieve kisses her neck, catching her breath. There's something unbelievably sexy about it, the whole thing - the publicness, her dress pushed up, feeling so wanted, and she finds herself desperate to be touched, already wet and aching. It's been a while since she's done anything with anyone, much less something this intense, and Genevieve isn't pulling away at any turn. It feels amazing.

"I know I'd regret it," she manages to tease back, but it's half in an exhale, and she tangles her hand in Genevieve's hair to pull her back into a needy kiss, moaning against her lips and arching toward her fingers.

[weatherornot]

Genevieve let herself get lost in the kiss, feeling her body heat up even more. She loved the passion and exploration of it all, the newness of a partner she had never really had before. It left so much open to exploration and just seeing what got her off or made her laugh or both.

Her hand slid higher, pushing aside any clothing she came in contact with before Mira's folds and teasingly brushed up between them, waiting to see what sort of reaction she got.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira takes a sharp breath, blinking and biting her lip, smiling a little. Genevieve's fingers against her feel amazing and like not nearly enough and she's pretty sure the girl knows it. She rocks her hips up toward her, inviting, requesting.

"You feel really fucking good," she admits in a breath, and moves to kiss her neck, hooking one leg around her hip to get closer.

[weatherornot]

"Not to brag, but I am really, really good at stuff like this," she said, slipping a finger up inside of Mira once she hooked her leg up higher, giving her better access. She fucking loved all the sounds and movements Mira was making, all the ways Genevieve knew she was getting the girl off. She really, really wanted to make her come from this.

"So as good as this feels? This is just the start."

[astra_inclinant]

Mira groans as Genevieve presses into her, muscles tensing against her and relaxing; she bites down against the curve of Genevieve's neck, laughing very softly at her brag and at trying to keep herself quiet. "Fuck." She rocks up against her hand, pressing the curve of her palm all along her, her nerves electric. "I like the sound of that," she says, and with a bit of a mischievous look bends her head to lick over Genevieve's breast, over her tank top, teasing. "Care to...elaborate?" she murmurs, a little breathless.

[weatherornot]

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.

[astra_inclinant]

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.

[weatherornot]

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.

[astra_inclinant]

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.

[weatherornot]

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.

[astra_inclinant]

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.

[weatherornot]

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.