Summary: Sam and Janet on a night out
It was dancing that had gotten them into trouble in the first place. They hadn't even been dancing with each other, merely next to each other, but something had upset a few of the other patrons in the bar. Maybe it had been when Sam reached out to brush Janet's hair out of her eyes, or maybe the way Janet ran her hand down Sam's side when she leant in to offer her another drink, or maybe it was simply the way they were watching each other. Whatever it was that gave them away it happened.
At least they were laughing by the time they reached the street. They had grabbed each others hands as soon as the shouts and jeers had blown away any need for pretence and ran. They kept going on the street, Sam one step ahead though she wasn't leading, they were simply running for now, and laughing because they didn't want to cry.
"Sam, wait," Janet after they'd run across three brightly lit junctions and disappeared into an alley way between two buildings. Sam pulled up at her words and turned and wrapped her arms around Janet in one smooth move. Her breath was hot and heavy in Janet's ear.
"Sam," Janet said simply, dropping her head into Sam's chest and sliding her hands around her waist to pull her tight. Sam's chest rose and fell as she got her breath back and Janet tucked her own arms into her chest, feeling ensconced and safe. She felt Sam's hand go to her head and run it through her hair, her breath slowed in Janet's ear and deepened.
"You okay?" Sam whispered.
"I am now," Janet replied equally as quietly, settling into Sam's arms and closing her eyes. Sam's fingers brushed gently across Janet's cheek, taking a couple of tears away, and threaded into her hair to cradle her head against her chest. Gradually their breathing slowed, their tears dried and Janet felt Sam's hips begin to move against her. She swayed gently and slowly and Janet followed. Out of sight of anyone they danced slowly in the alley, bodies tight together and swaying to a song only they could hear.