Lena’s eyelashes fluttered softly, and she leaned just the slightest bit forward when Martin reached for the strap of her dress. He winked, and she breathed in sharply. There was no mistaking that.<br/><br/>The alcohol went straight to Lena’s head, and soon, she was swimming in the music. She and Paige were moving almost as one now; their legs grazing up against one another, bodies sliding ever-closer until their chests pressed up snug against one another. She could see the gleam of sweat on her friend’s neck when Paige turned to murmur something in Martin’s ear. Over the thumping beat, she couldn’t make out the words, but she had that slightest hunch that they may have been talking about her.<br/><br/>Was it wrong, to be pressed up against her friend like this? To be opening herself up to the advances of a professor - or, admittedly, advancing a bit herself?<br/><br/>What certainly<em>didn’t</em>feel wrong was the shiver that travelled down her back when she saw Paige’s lips brush up against Martin’s ear. She’d seen Paige bring men to their knees several times before, but this time, it was different. This time they might both enjoy reap the rewards, in more ways than one.<br/><br/>Lena bit down on her lower lip, naughtily returning Paige’s smile.<br/><br/>“Should we go somewhere quieter?” Lena asked, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the music, as one hand ventured to slide gently up Martin’s forearm, while the other tightened around Paige’s waist.