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See you next time. Danny slides her way to Percy.

The club is crowded, and they're pretty short, so she thinks they're fine.

No one will spot them here.

Percy was on his way back to their friends from the bathroom,

but she has other plans for him. She fits herself in front of him, back to his chest, his frankly,

ridiculously muscular chest. She can hear him laugh, even with how loud the music is. But then he wraps both arms

around her waist, and she melts into him, swaying her hips to the rhythm. He follows quickly,

pressing closer and squeezing her. Danny takes a chance to shamelessly grope one of his

biceps and giggles when he flexes. Equally shameless back. You should fuck me tonight,

she twists her head to say. Percy's arms tighten even more around her middle. Should I?

Hmm.

It's been a while.

You say that like it's my fault.

That's not what I said.

They keep moving to the beat.

It can barely be called dancing.

They were grinding themselves shamelessly with the way she rolls her hips on purpose, and pushes her ass into him.

He gets his hands on her hips, bare skin with how she opted for a crop top.

Should I fuck you tonight?

Or should I fuck you right now?

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