As ginger and tight as Martin was with his body, Paige became more and more confident with her own. She fed off of the music thrumming through her system. Through the press of bodies and bass that dripped down her muscles, infected her blood, and demanded she keep dancing with the two of them. If Martin was careful to not press against her ass – Paige was as equally uncareful each time she rolled her hips. The same as when her legs and Lena’s started to intertwine while the crowd closed in around them.<br/><br/>Paige had downed her drink the same time as Lena and passed it off to a tray she saw overhead just in time to keep from dropping it. Inhibitions were loosening, and the promise of dangerous pleasure and fun was closing in with each electronic beat and harmony played over the no-doubt ridiculously expensive sound system.<br/><br/>At a place that had a reputation for secret sins, there should be nothing less than the best.<br/><br/>Lena’s touch welcomed Paige’s own and she took her hands from Martin’s at her waist to slide them around Lena’s – moving down her hips, over her thighs and back up. There was a grin and a giggle in answer to Martin’s teasing question.<br/><br/>“I love it when she compliments me! Lena is the best sort of tease….”<br/><br/>Paige turned her head then. With her hands still tugging Lena in close enough to see the interaction on an intimately personal level, Paige pressed her lips in close to Martin’s cheek. Then his ear. It could’ve just been that she was trying to be heard over the music. That was a simple enough excuse. But it could also have been that she knew just the right angle to switch to so her lips brushed against his earlobe, tickling that sensitive bit of flesh there. “…She’s the kind that makes good on the teases she promises…”<br/><br/>Her lips trailed away slowly, letting the words hang there before adding just as teasingly. “Just like me.”<br/><br/>Paige turned her face back to Lena, the grin wide and knowing.<br/>