Shake It Off
Hartbig. AU. SFF. SFWish?. 1,856 words. (Roughly) based off of Taylor Swift’s album 1989. Sorry about my lack of posting, I’m going to try to get back on my schedule. (I didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance about any errors.)
Around 5:15pm, just a little while after Tyler’s suggestion to go clubbing, Naomi had come home with leftovers from the lunch they served at her meeting. It was a big tray full of little party sandwiches that Tyler immediately started eating.
They all ended up eating the sandwiches for dinner while Tyler caught Naomi up to date with his romance with Troye.
Afterwards, Hannah invited Naomi to come clubbing with them but she declined the invitation because she was tired from her meeting earlier today. So Hannah and Tyler went into Hannah’s bedroom to change into some more appropriate clothes.
Tyler found one of his button down shirts that somehow ended up in Hannah’s wardrobe that’s light red with little pineapples all over it that he decided to wear with his black jeans and black shoes he wore over to Hannah’s house.
Hannah chose a long sleeved, dark red button down shirt with a black vest over it and found some black pants and shoes to match Tyler.
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Walking into the club, Tyler whispers in Hannah’s ear, “Remember, this is about you shaking your mind off of your situation and if possible hooking up with someone. If you see a girl, just let me know, I’ll go talk you up to her.”
Opening the final door standing between them and their destination, the music floods Hannah’s ears, drowning anything else out. As her eyes adjust to the dark room, she looks around to see if there’s anyone she’d be interested in.
She can distinctly see who the twenty one year olds are by the amounts of birthday sashes and tiaras. Another give away is how drunk and confused they look. On the dance floor she sees a lot of people who are dancing to a beat that they are not doing a good job of following.
Tyler taps her shoulder, pointing to one end of the bar. She nods and follows him. Hannah herself, has promised herself not to drink considering the events of last night and her goal of not getting and liver issues. However, Tyler hasn’t gotten pass out drunk in the last twenty four hours, so he’s ordering a margarita.
Hannah hops up on a bar stool and looks to her right, towards the dance floor and looks for any girls that are dancing alone that she’s attracted to.
There’s this blonde girl that looks really hot and her hair color reminds her a lot of- nope, she can’t come into Hannah’s mind tonight. The whole point is to forget her.
She barely hears Tyler’s voice over the booming music, but it’s enough to know he said something, so she looks over and follows his finger to another girl on the dance floor that’s alone. She has shoulder length black hair and is wearing a really tight red dress that would normally send Hannah brain spinning, but tonight it’s just not happening. And this is definitely a girl that Hannah would go for.
She shakes her head and they both go back to looking around. As she’s looking around, she decides that it wouldn’t be a good idea to try to hook up with anyone with blonde hair because that could lead to her imagination getting the best of her.
Tyler leans into Hannah and yells over the music, “Don’t look now but there’s this girl who definitely keeps glancing over here and looking you up and down.”
Hannah nods and shouts back, “What am I looking for?”
“Brown hair, green dress, approximately at eleven o’clock.”
Hannah nods again and casually glances to her right before slowing shifting her gaze to the left. As soon as Hannah sees a brown haired girl in a green dress, she knows this is the one Tyler was talking about. This girl is staring her down with bedroom eyes.
The seduction in this girl’s look is enticing and works really well; Hannah’s brain has already shut off and she’s left just staring at this girl. Hannah’s gaze follows the girl and her green dress across the room as she comes over to the bar and sits on the opposite end of where Hannah is.
Getting up, she nods to Tyler to let him know that she’s leaving to go talk to that girl and makes her way over to the other end of the bar.
As she approaches to other end, she sees the girl sitting on a stool facing the bar and there’s an empty seat next to her. Taking a deep breath, Hannah sits down next to her.
The girl turns to face Hannah almost as soon as Hannah sits down, “I thought you’d never notice.”
Hannah turns towards her as well, a little taken back at the statement and chuckles, running her fingers through her hair nervously, “Well I did and in the end that’s all that matters.”
The girl is absolutely beautiful. She has bright green eyes, almost the same color as her dress or perhaps even emeralds themselves. Out of her lush, red lips, she is now asking Hannah, “What’s your name?”
“Hannah. And yours?”
The girl closes the space between them, placing her hands on Hannah’s knees and leaning her face next to Hannah’s. Hannah feels the girl’s warm breath hit her ear as she whispers, “Stephanie.”
Hannah’s pulse quickens and she places her hands over Stephanie’s on her knees. She presses her lips against Stephanie’s ear and asks, “You wanna go somewhere private?”
Stephanie responds by sliding off of her barstool, stepping closer into Hannah and running her hands up Hannah’s thighs until she can grab onto her hips. She then grabs Hannah’s hands and starts to pull her away from the bar, “Yes.”
Hannah gets pulled into a bathroom stall and waits until Stephanie is done locking it to pin her up against the door and press their lips together. Stephanie tastes like alcohol, bad decisions and the premonition of impending regret. But Hannah pushes that to the back of her mind because Stephanie also smells really good. So good that the smell of whatever she’s wearing is able to overpower the reek of vomit, booze and whatever else is in this bathroom.
This is just like college. Drunken nights in bars and even drunker hook ups. Stumbling through doors as fast as possible, fists tangled in hair and clothes. Clinging both desperately onto each other and that this idea is a good one.
Stephanie is all warm skin and hot, uneven breaths as Hannah trails kissing lips down her neck. Marking skin in hickeys that’ll last longer than Stephanie’s memory of tonight.
Inexorable thoughts flood Hannah’s brain speculating whether Grace’s skin would be this hot and soft. Or if Grace would be making noises already and if so, how they’d they sound muffled by Hannah’s lips.
Hannah abruptly steps back, ceasing all physical contact with Stephanie and presses the heels of her palms into the sides of her head. Grace needs to get out of her head.
“Hannah, don’t be a tease.” Stephanie groans, curling her finger in a ‘come here’ motion.
Taking a deep breath, Hannah engraves the seduction on Stephanie’s face as she begins to undress herself into her mind to remind herself that this is in no way Grace. Hannah grabs Stephanie’s wrists before she can unzip her dress any farther, pinning them on either side of her, “I’ll do the undressing.”
Stephanie’s chest heaves, but she nods, wrapping her legs around Hannah’s waist, pulling Hannah closer.
Hannah taps her wrists with fingertips, silently telling her to keep them there before sliding her hands down to Stephanie’s waist and reattaching lips to her neck.
Stephanie’s hand’s don’t stay still for long; almost as soon as she feels the first kiss to her neck, her hands tangle in Hannah’s hair, holding her head there, but Hannah lets it happen because at this point, she just wants to get this over with.
Hannah knew Stephanie’s dress was tight from the moment she laid eyes on her, but she didn’t know that it could be this tight. It’s a struggle for Hannah to even make room to slip her hands up Stephanie’s legs under this material, but she finally gets it with help from Stephanie.
Hannah’s so caught up in the whimper, moans and panting of this brown haired girl and reminding her brain to only associate what is happening with this girl that she doesn’t even notice that one of Stephanie’s hands has sneaked its way up her shirt until she feels to cup of her bra move and warm hand replace it. Hannah’s eyes clamp shut as she presses them harder into the door, arching into the touch. Stephanie’s hand starts moving and Hannah has no choice but to moan and bite into her shoulder in order to prevent her tongue from spilling out the only name that she came here to forget.
Grace.
This is no way to deal with her feelings for someone. She’s not in college anymore. What is she doing?
Fighting through to clouding of her mind, Hannah begins pulling her hands out of Stephanie’s dress, but Stephanie takes this movement the opposite way of its intent and she begins rolling her hips into Hannah.
Hannah is able to ignore it well enough to successfully pull her hands from the dress. She unwraps the brown haired girl from around her waist and attempts speaking, “Stephanie...” But Stephanie has now kissed her way down to Hannah’s chest and is currently using her mouth for something other than speaking.
It catches Hannah by surprise and she’s frozen in place, letting it happen for a few moments before she remembers what she was doing and quickly steps away, fixing her bra, and breathing out, “Stephanie… we have to stop.”
A progression of emotions cross Stephanie’s face; from confusion to hurt and she whispers, “Why?”
Hannah feels bad, but not as bad as she’s feeling about almost hooking up in a bathroom, “You did nothing wrong, I just can’t. And you’re drunk and we’re in a bathroom for God’s sake.” She walks towards the stall door and Stephanie immediately steps away so she can let herself out.
As she walks out of the bathroom, she gets plenty of looks ranging from silent disgust to a silent praise. But she ignores them all and finds her way back to Tyler, who’s still on the barstool where she left him.
“Hey girl, you look like you had a good time.”
“Actually the exact opposite.” Hannah sighs.
Tyler looks at her confused, “What went wrong? ‘Cause you look like you just got some.”
“I couldn't do it Tyler. Whenever something happened, my brain would compare it to Grace or imagine Grace in the situation instead. And I can't have sex with another girl while all I'm thinking about is Grace.”
“Alright, you and Grace really need to have a talk. Let's go home.” Tyler tells her, sliding off his barstool and linking his arm in hers.
He leads Hannah out of the club and into a cab, not once letting go of her arm as they ride home.