Rose was standing with her arms over her chest, clad in her knickers, as she surveyed the outfits she had draped across her bed. She hadn't been to a club in ages, since she'd gone out with Euan. Too many things had taken over her time. Quidditch and then the cup, then the weeks she'd spent with her brothers on tour as soon as she'd had time off during the summer.

For someone who was used to the thrumming bass against her skin on a normal basis, she was more than excited for the night's planned activities. Not to mention, she'd found herself missing her new friend. After the carnival and the activity that had transpired at it, a vacation had been overdue, but her thoughts had often turned to the small blonde and she'd wondered what Regan was getting up to.

The owl had probably come as a surprise, but Rose was already aflutter with the idea of dinner and dancing. Crossing to her closet, she pulled out another outfit, dissatisfied with the selection on her bed.

Apparating directly into the bright living room of Rose's flat, as directed, Regan glanced around, tugging the strap of her bag more securely onto her shoulder. Brow furrowing slightly as she confirmed no movement in the vicinity, she wandered toward the bedroom, calling softly, "Rose?"

She stuck her head past the open door and felt a bloom of pink form instantly on her face, a startled, "Oh! I'm... sorry..." tumbling past her lips as she found her friend, not very dressed at all, surveying a heap of clothing on the bed. Aware that she ought to avert her eyes, her gaze dropped, then returned, peripherally admiring the colorful, tiny knickers Rose was wearing.

It wasn't as if she'd not noticed before that Rose was pretty; she was small, trim, with a hint of curve that Regan despaired of ever possessing herself, and her laughing face and loud hair added a spark of fun to the mix that was entirely charming. She'd known, but not appreciated, really, and it was difficult not to with the evidence flitting about in roughly half a square meter of fabric, total.

Clearing her throat, she managed, "Having trouble deciding?"

"You buy all these clothes, and then you're certain you'll wear them, but then when you pull them out, none of them look right!" Rose sighed, finally turning to grin at Regan in the doorway. "I see you brought some things to choose from. Well, then! Come on! Maybe you can help me decide, too."

"I tend not to have much to dress up for, but I suppose I see what you mean," Regan agreed, setting her bag down and pulling the three somewhat-likely options she'd found in her own wardrobe out to show Rose. "I'm not at all sure if anything I own is appropriate for what you had in mind, but these are the closest to 'fun', and they're easy to dance in."

Looking over the dresses and tops Rose had strewn across the duvet, she tugged a patterned blue sheath and something crinkly and black to the top of the pile. "I like these, if that helps... and the red one is gorgeous, but I think it might actually be louder than your hair, and the combined effect promises to be rather garish."

Rose nodded at what Regan had brought, cocking her head to the side as she looked at them, then turned her gaze to Regan, then back at the dresses. "You might have to try them on for me, just to be sure."

Pulling the red dress that Regan had been referring to from the top of the pile, Rose held it up to her bright orange hair, batting her eyelashes at Regan as she took a step towards the blonde. "What? You don't think this would mesh well?"

Giggling, Regan shook her head. "Only if you want to attract parrots whose mating season it happens to be. Save it for when you're crested in just one color." She batted down the flutter of anxiety over Rose's request, still self-conscious despite that she'd finally put on enough weight that her ribs didn't show.

"What do you want to see first, then? I'm not as fond of the teal, but I don't have many that are short and not overly casual, so I brought it anyway." Smiling, she offered shyly, "Or you can play dress-up doll, though I set dinner for seven-thirty, so we haven't too much time for it."

"Second option," Rose said, a large grin on her face as she grabbed the hem of Regan's shirt and began pulling it up. "I completely missed out on this, living with brothers."

A small 'eep' noise escaped Regan as her tee was whipped off without preamble, her eyes flying wide as Rose's hands made for the button of her jeans. "I'll get it," she said quickly, finishing the job herself with a half-muttered, "I don't think I can handle you undressing me while prancing around in your knickers right now..."

Rose laughed, turning to grab one of the outfits Regan had brought with her. "Yes, well, dessert will have to wait until after dinner," she joked, turning with the teal dress Regan had talked about in her hands. "Alright. Arms up!"

Deciding that blushing -not that she had a choice- and keeping quiet were the better option, though her stomach flipped oddly at Rose's comment, Regan obeyed, letting Rose tug the short teal dress on over her head. She flipped her hair out from the collar, twirling a little circle without being prompted and waiting for an opinion to be passed.

Eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to imagine the dress in a club, Rose bit on her tongue as she shook her head. "Probably not the right thing for tonight, but it's cute! It's definitely first date material. Tonight is closer to date number three, where you're trying to show a little skin just to see them swallow a little harder than normal." Turning back to the other two outfits, she pulled the strapless one and held it up. "Next."

"I'd not have thought the carnival counted as a date, dear, but if you insist," Regan teased in return, sticking her tongue out before shimmying free of the teal dress and tossing it back in the direction of her bag. Fairly certain Rose was about the last person she'd ever shock, she got rid of her bra to wriggle into the colorful, ruffled strapless option, pulling it into place and spinning again, one eyebrow arched in question.

Rose grinned appreciatively. "The extra skin is definitely a plus. I like it. It's colorful and flirty. I don't want to make my final decision until I've seen everything, though. Try on the last one?" Grabbing the last one, she shook it a bit in Regan's direction.

Regan laughed, dutifully re-dressing herself in the black dress she'd chosen for its cute crocheted skirt. "You know, I'd not ever thought for something in my wardrobe to be called 'flirty'. Gwen doesn't question what I pick out, though, and I liked the pattern." Stepping back, she fluffed her hair dramatically and looked at Rose from beneath her eyelashes, completely ruining the effect with a grin a few seconds later. "Well?"

Letting a predatory glint seep into her eyes, Rose nodded as she took a step forward, hands reaching out to play with the white ribbon of the bottom of the dress. "If we didn't already have reservations, I'd say we could eat in and have our own dance party." Grinning as she pulled on the white bit of cloth, Rose backed up, turning her attention to the large pile of clothing on the bed. Putting closed fists on each of her hips, she sighed.

"Alright. My turn. I want to look good tonight, make people jealous for dancing with someone as cute as you, and that takes a special kind of outfit. I'm a fashion whore, some would say fashion victim, but there has to be something in here that would accomplish that. Help?"

Never quite clear to begin with on how serious Rose was about anything, Regan tried to accept the compliment for its meaning, smoothing her dress down her hips and replacing the strapless one in her bag. She stepped over to the bed and glanced at what Rose had extracted from her closet, using the assessment and advice Rose had given over her own clothing to survey with a critical eye.

"You aren't a whore, and I like your clothes," she said, sorting the garments quickly into three piles. "I think these are your 'third date' picks, and that one is too short, so you've got three..." Regan frowned, held a red patterned mini-dress up near Rose's face, and tossed it immediately into the 'no' pile. "Two, that I think would work. I still like this black one, but I want to see the green on."

"There is nothing that is too short, Reg, only someone too shy to pull it off. And green it is," Rose said, grabbing the green dress from the top of the pile. She reached behind her back, unclasping her bra with deft fingers, before letting it drop to the floor. Raising the dress, she let it fall back onto her body, wiggling to get it into position.

"Green does tend to make me look very bright, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. What do you think?"

Catching Rose's hand, Regan spun her slowly around, worrying her lower lip in her teeth a moment as she nodded. "The contrast is really pretty, and you have all the right padding, for certain, but try the other one anyway," she requested. "And there is such thing; I already know what your knickers look like, and I don't feel that anyone else needs to, this evening," she countered. "You are, after all, my date."

Rose's smile was bright as her eyes found Regan, the green of them enhanced by the dress she had on currently. "Oh! A hint of jealousy! I like it. Makes me feel warm and snuggly." Giggling, she grabbed the black dress, the contrast from smooth fabric to one covered in sequins a welcome change.

Letting the green dress fall to the ground before stepping out of it, she pulled the black dress up and over her body, adjusting the bust so it fit right. "I do like this one. I've never had the occasion to wear it out, though."

Blinking, Regan observed, "You do now. That one." She reached out to fix a fold in the tulle lining. "And maybe I just don't want to be left on my own when some fellow decides to spirit you off for his own dance, hmm?"

Wand retrieved from her things, she slid the elastic band of its sheath up her leg, pleased that the skirt's texture hid the tiny ridge it caused. "Oh, hair!" she remembered, moving to the mirror and wrinkling her nose at herself for a moment before flicking her wand decisively, gathering a few of the loose curls back from her face into a little knot and letting the rest fall free.

"Oh, Regan, if a man tried to go off with me, I promise I'd share," Rose said, coming to stand beside the blonde to look at herself in the mirror. "Should I go up or down?" she asked, hand twisting in her hair enough to pull it up and off her neck into a messy ponytail.

"Umm... hold still," Regan directed, plucking a few of the longer locks around Rose's face forward and twirling the tip of her wand at the mass of it, leaving the ends to spike up at the crown of the twist in a little fan. "You'll be cooler," she offered, moving so Rose could see what she'd done. "And it wasn't a matter of sharing. I don't like strangers."

Turning her body so she could see what Regan had accomplished, Rose nodded approvingly. "Nice." Full attention on Regan now that they were properly dressed and ready, Rose shrugged her shoulders. "Then I'll promise to come home with you, sound good? We'll make them all pant, then leave them to their own devices. It's a fun game."

One delicate blonde brow arching at Rose's idea of fun, Regan tucked her wand away, prompting, "You realize I've never danced to the sort of music I imagine you prefer for this, yes? I can jig, and salsa, and dance anything typically ballroom, but I can't see this being any of that."

"It's..." Rose tried to find words to describe what dancing at a club was like, grabbing a small purse from her nightstand. "It centers on movement, your body against someone else's, your hips in rhythm with the music. Most of the dancing is based on what the music makes you want to do. There's no real right or wrong, as long as you're enjoying yourself. A lot of the people on the floor tend to look like they're having fits, but it's all in good fun."

She grabbed Regan's hand, fingers lacing with the blonde's, and led her towards the door. "You'll get the hang of it pretty quickly. You just do whatever makes you feel the best."

Mentally filing this in the same category as bowling, which had turned out to be rather fun, Regan let herself be dragged out of the flat, commenting as she Apparated them to the side street near Cafe' Passage, "Ever had authentic French food in England? All the pleasure, not as much of the pretentiousness..."

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Two hours later found the pair of girls on a crowded London street, walking past throngs of people who were waiting in line. Rose pulled Regan tight against her side, keeping the blonde close. "The place we're going is called Fabric," she said against Regan's ear, trying to be heard over the music that was flowing from inside and flooding the street with bass.

"It's one of the biggest clubs in London. If you're doing to do it, do it right the first time," she said, laughing as people in line cried out in annoyance as they skipped the queue all together. "My brothers tend to get in anywhere they want, and I toured with them a lot when I just got out of school. Their fame does have its perks."

"I can see that," Regan agreed, watching people scowl behind them as Rose tugged her in just next to the door. She knew from previous conversation that her friend's brothers were musicians, though not just how much influence they evidently had. It was hard to tell whether she was more nervous or excited as she tried to brace for the crush of crowd she knew they'd be in as soon as they were inside.

Squeezing Rose's hand, she gave up on conversation and ventured a smile, realizing that the answer was probably 'nervous', but that she was going to pretend otherwise with all her might.

"Tony!"

"Rosie!"

Rose lifted onto her toes, the ballet flats she was wearing only affording her a few added inches of height, as she pressed her red lips to the large bouncer's chocolate skin. "I didn't know you'd be here tonight."

"Liar. I'm here every night." The man's dark eyes flicked to the equally petite blonde at Rose's side before flitting back to the bright-haired person still holding onto his arm. "Haven't seen you here in a little bit."

"I've been busy," Rose said, wanting to say more, but knowing there were a great number of Muggles in the crowd that would be very confused if she spoke about the Quidditch World Cup and the Harpies.

"I should say," Tony answered, grabbing the velvet rope that barred entrance to the club save a select few. "If I let you in, will you save a dance for me on my break?"

"If you can find me in the crowd," Rose said with a wink, pulling Regan with her as soon as the crimson fabric was lifted from their way. "Tony is a blast. Biggest heart in the world, but people get terrified when he glares," she called out over the influx of noise that had assaulted them when they'd stepped inside the dimly lit interior.

She could feel a bit of tension in Regan's grip, turning to press a kiss against the blonde's cheek. "We'll stay on the outsides, so if you want to take a seat or get some air, it'll be easier to do so. I won't let go of you, I promise."

Regan nodded, not wanting to dampen Rose's enjoyment of the evening, but incredibly wary of being in the midst of all those bodies. "I'm familiar with the glaring," she returned with a smirk, "I do live with Gwen... and thanks." Moving from Rose's ear, she mirrored the kiss she'd been given, tugging lightly at the hand clasped in her own.

"Come on, then," she prodded, hoping the thrum of music would put her more at ease.

Weaving through the random people that had placed themselves in the hallway entrance to the club, waiting for friends that might not get in due to the line outside, Rose pulled Regan against her side, hand resting on her friend's hip, fingers running along the crocheted fabric of Regan's skirt.

There were a mass of bodies on the floor, but there was a path towards the bar and a spattering of tables here and there. The light show was already in full swing, beams of lasers streaking colors across the ceiling and into the crowd, the steady blinking of a strobe light added to the effect. The song playing was something Rose hadn't heard before, but it moved her hips nonetheless.

"Do you want to get something to drink?" she asked, leaning closer to Regan as they neared the bar and the small crowd that had formed there.

The thought occurred to her that it wouldn't hurt her nerves any, and Regan shrugged one shoulder in acquiescence. "All right... just a bit, though... I never drink, and I would like to actually dance."

She frowned as they fell into the queue, turning to Rose after a brief scramble of indecision. "Order me something you like? I can choose wine, but that's about it, and I trust you not to poison me," she said, crinkling her nose playfully.

"I don't think they even have wine here," Rose said, reaching up to run a finger down the bridge of Regan's nose, smoothing out the skin there. "I tend towards fruity concoctions, so hopefully that'll work for you, too. Nothing too heavy. Sweet, more than anything. Colorful, too."

"That's fine... I just don't know what anything is called, and I assumed the wine I tend to have wasn't an option," Regan explained, face twitching as Rose's fingertip drew her focus. She caught the wayward hand and kissed Rose's fingers, grinning at the easy familiarity she'd missed having with anyone. "Everything about you is colorful... your drinks would have to be, too."

"It would be amiss if they weren't." Grinning at the contact, Rose pushed through the crowd, using her slight size to her advantage. Popping up from underneath's someone's elbow, she leaned on the bar, waving her arm to catch the attention of a very flustered looking bartender. "Can we get two of... those?" She pointed to something written in chalk on a black board behind the bar.

A few minutes later, she returned with two glasses filled with an orangeish-pink colored drink, a large cherry with the stem still on it floating just above the ice. "I've had one of these before. They're pretty good. Tasty." She held out the second colorful glass to Regan as she slipped the black straw past her lips and sucked on it greedily, her skin already flushed from the heat in the converted warehouse.

Accepting the glass Rose handed her, Regan regarded it curiously for a moment, unsurprised that it was pretty as well as sweet. She could almost smell, but not taste, the alcohol in whatever was in the glass, and followed Rose's example, pleasantly surprised by the flavor, and grateful that the concoction was cold. "It is good," she admitted, amused that Rose was the color of her name, just barely keeping her hands to herself instead of venturing to touch the soft tint.

"Sex on the Beach," Rose said, corners of her mouth turning up. "They got it pretty close."

Focus shifting as a song she recognized began to pour from the speakers, literally feeling the bass as it traveled up her legs from the floor and thrummed against her core, Rose's eyes widened. "I love this song!" she yelled over the music, bright head bopping along with the beat.

Lips pursing wryly as Rose shared what was presumably the name of the drink, Regan volunteered, "I wouldn't know." True in any case, and she laughed as Rose started dancing in place, collecting the empty glass in her friend's hand and finishing the last sip of her own.

She'd barely turned toward the bar before a harried woman with a club shirt and an apron plucked the glasses from her grasp, and she shrugged, glancing back to Rose. "That was easier than expected. Shall we?"

"Yes," Rose said excitedly, fingers finding Regan's before pulling her towards the edges of the crowd. She didn't venture far in, though the idea of bodies pressed against hers was welcome. She had promised Regan that she'd keep them on the outskirts of the large crowd, close enough to dance and taste the experience, but an escape a few feet away should it be required.

The beat of the music was easy, thumping, and Rose immediately lifted her arms above her head, body moving to the beat that was filling the room and vibrating along her body.

Glad that Rose's enthusiasm was as infectious as ever, Regan swayed with the core of sound for a moment, watching the petite woman before her and the couples and groups around them as she learned the feel of this music. There was not, it seemed, so much 'leading' and 'following', and she echoed Rose's motion, making them one unit of equal and opposite actions.

The persistent low buzz reminded her offhandedly of the smooth sensuality of the middle-eastern dances she'd imitated the previous summer in Greece, and she slipped partially into the memory of that style, smiling as she caught Rose's eye.

Happy that Regan seemed to be relaxing, Rose put her hands on her friend's hips, moving her own in tandem. She hadn't been dancing in months and the release as the music crackled along her skin, heating it along with the closeness of bodies, forced a breath past her lips. The greatest rush she could feel was accomplished through flying on her broom, throwing a quaffle through a hoop and hearing the noise of the crowd as they responded, but this came in a very close second.

The music shifted to something a beat or two slower and the press of bodies moved closer as the notes pouring from the speaker called for something smoother. Rose's body listened, closing the distance between herself and Regan, raising the girl's arms along with her own as her knees bent, pulling her closer to the ground, her hips twisting with the movement.

Though having Rose embedded in her immediate space was doing nothing to divert Regan's presently highly overactive imagination, she decided that if Rose was amenable, she was simply going to play along. Sliding her hand down Rose's arm, along her sequin-clad side to her hip, she leaned into the roll of her friend's body, letting the rhythm push them in an almost serpentine undulation.

The invisible ebb of presence and wave of music had begun to feel very pleasant indeed, and her mind was slowly losing the tension of focus that pulled her out of the moment. It would be scary on her own, but she trusted Rose not to lose her, as promised.

Lips curling as Regan relaxed into the music further, Rose answered the blonde's movements by placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, other arm raising above her head. Her fingers danced in the air to the beat, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of Regan pressed against her, the music moving up through the floor, along her bare legs, and thrumming against her skin.

The crowd around them was growing, pushing closer and closer, and Rose pulled Regan closer in response. It wasn't that Rose felt responsible for Regan. She knew her friend was more than capable of taking care of herself. However, Rose had brought Regan here, thrown her into something that she wasn't familiar with. She didn't want tonight to be a bad experience, and would do everything she could to ensure that it wasn't. If Regan wasn't having fun, neither would she.

Quite happily aloft in a light, gentle sort of cloudiness, now that their exertion had her drink singing through her unaccustomed system, Regan grinned at Rose and nodded toward the crowd, not minding the crush of bodies anymore. "Want to get lost?" she volunteered, bringing her mouth to an ear to have a chance of being heard. "Just don't let go!"

It could be a bad idea, and she knew that; she was still within herself more than enough to not like the idea of being separated from Rose. Between the music and the slightly fuzzy sensation, though, beyond that wasn't a pressing thought, and she just wanted to feel happy for a while.

"With you? Anytime," Rose answered, turning so her back was pressed against the front of Regan's body. Holding their linked hands above their heads, she began to weave them farther into the crowd, getting them as lost as she knew how to.

When they were far enough in that seeing past the sea of people was impossible, she stopped, the space just big enough for the both of them. Her hand snaked behind her body, grabbing onto Regan's hip as she began to dance again, oblivious to anything but the press of the blonde at her back and the bodies surrounding them.

Focus narrowed to being wrapped around Rose, sound moving them and through them, Regan was light, for once, and she liked it. She couldn't think sequentially enough to hold onto real thoughts; they kept slipping from her mind's grasp, blades of grass in a wind storm, but the emptiness of it didn't feel empty. Rose was in it, and the music, and that was evidently all there really needed to be.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Regan giggled as she landed in a haphazard sprawl at the end of Rose's sofa, knocked off balance by a dizzying but mercifully competent Apparation. She was exhausted, and had had more to drink than any other time in her life, but everything was rather amusing at the present, and she clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a bout of snickering as Rose hopped on one foot, trying to pull her shoe off the other.

"Here," she directed, patting the sofa, "Sit, it's easier. Or I'll help and you can do mine." Grinning, she pointed out, "You were all about undressing me earlier, anyway."

"My, how the tables have turned," Rose said through her giggles as she collapsed practically on top of Regan. Body vibrating with laughter, she managed to push herself off of Regan and throw herself backwards on the bright red couch, offering her ankle to Regan as she flung both arms over her head with a large sigh. Her hair had been taken down halfway through the night and fanned around her head, the colors clashing horribly.

"I'd still be all about undressing you, but I'm not sure I'd be able to do it with a straight face, and that's definitely something you deserve, Reg. We're both rather giggly." She punctuated that statement with another high-pitched squeal as Regan's fingers wrapped around her ankle.

Sighing dramatically, Regan touched the back of her hand to her forehead in theatrical style. "You are dashing all my dreams, here, Rose," she said in feigned lament, flashing a mischievous grin as she removed her friend's shoe with much unnecessary tickling. She laughed as Rose wriggled and kicked, shoving the flailing feet away after a moment to avoid injury.

She managed to open the fiddly catches on her own shoes, slipping her feet from them gratefully and stretching her toes. "Bed, then, or we'll wake up on the floor, and I'd really rather not."

"The floor's really not that bad," Rose said, reaching out to pull on a lock of Regan's hair as she managed to climb to her feet. Her head was filled with a pleasant, fuzzy numb, thanks to the several Sex On The Beach drinks they'd consumed over the course of the night. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching onto her tiptoes, raising her arms above her head.

"Ummm... Three? I think?" Regan pondered aloud, rising somewhat unsteadily and glancing around the flat. "Where do you hide your clock?"

Shrugging after a moment, she slid an arm around Rose's waist and tugged her in the direction of the bedroom. "It's bedtime. That's what time it is. I'm tired." Stripping herself fitfully out of her dress, she found the tee she'd discarded earlier in the pile of things near her bag and yanked it on, making a confused face as she tried to free her hair from its charm. "Help?"

Laughing, the gusto slowly draining from the sound, Rose crossed to Regan and carefully freed the blonde's hair from the offending clip. "Being tired at the end of the night means I treated you right." She laughed anew at her unintended rhyme, setting the clip on her night stand before crossing towards her bathroom, pulling her dress off on the way. "Means I was a very good date. Was I a good date?"

"Mm, very," Regan concurred, flopping down on a corner of the bed and looking puzzled after a moment. "I mean, I enjoyed it, though I technically haven't anything by way of comparison, yet. I don't think that snogging in the Archives counts as a date, if it wasn't intended as one... does it?"

Rose emerged from her bathroom, a very small tank top covering her form, a toothbrush sticking out from beneath her lips. There was a look of exaggerated shock on her face. "Schnogging in da archides? Whoo? Ven?"

"Oh, I should do that..." Her wand was still strapped to her thigh, she realized, and Regan conjured a toothbrush for herself. "Um... the other day... what day is it now? One of the... during-the-week ones. And... Percy Weasley. He works there."

"Weshley? Reabby?" Rose nodded consideringly as she grabbed the brush with her hand and ran it along her teeth. "Wash ib goob?"

Blushing despite herself, Regan muttered an "uh huh," making her way to the loo to borrow some of Rose's toothpaste. "I see what you mean now about walls and being little..."

Rose let out a squeal after she'd spit out the toothpaste from her mouth, turning to grab Regan's arms. "Why am I just now hearing about this? You were snogging in the archives with a Mr. Percy Weasley and were pressed up against the wall by his no doubt huge and manly body and I'm just now hearing about it?! I think I might be jealous!"

Regan giggled and set her brush down before Rose shook the toothpaste off of it. "It was a bookshelf, actually; he's quite tall but you'd never describe him as huge, it's more... gentlemanly than 'manly'... and honestly, I was a little preoccupied with you taking my clothes off earlier." She grinned and shrugged. "It isn't as if I've told anyone else. Well, Gwen, but it wasn't so much telling as she guessed and was trying to keep her face from twitching."

"Gentlemanly? I've never met the sort, I don't think. Bookshelves I've never tried either." Rose blinked, taking a step back, a hand to her chest. "Was this your first kiss?"

"No... just... almost. I had a beau, in school. He kissed me. Rather often, in fact, but only that, and I suppose it was quite a while ago," Regan defended, her euphoric bubble deflating a bit at the question.

"So it was a good second kiss, then, yeah?"

"Yeah," Regan murmured, chewing at her lower lip as the unfamiliar word left her mouth. "He... I'm not sure I would have stopped him, if he hadn't stopped on his own."

Rose giggled, leaning forward to press her forehead against Regan's. "That's brilliant, Reg. I'm happy for you. He just needs to learn to stop being so gentlemanly and take you."

"That... sounds good, actually. Or something like it." She was bright pink, she could feel it, but what she'd said wasn't any less true for the fact that she never spoke of it. "Again, nothing for comparison, but..." Regan shrugged. "I liked having his hands on me."

Pulling back, Rose's grin was wide. The blush in Regan's cheeks was fetching, skin warm no doubt, and her hand lifted of its own accord, palm pressing against the heat of Regan's face. "You should tell him. I find the direct route is usually the best, though it doesn't always work for some people. Especially when they take the gentlemanly route. Not that I've ever had someone take that route with me. Count yourself lucky, Regan. Lucky lucky."

A small cloud of fuzziness was floating just above her head. Laughing again, Rose padded back to her room, collapsing on the edge of her bed.

Lounging in the bathroom door, Regan brushed her teeth thoughtfully as she watched Rose dangle across the bed's corner. "I don't think it would work for him," she said once she'd rinsed her mouth, "And I don't mind; I'm glad, really, at least most of the time. Sometimes I just think my skin's likely to catch fire."

She dove across the bed to lay beside her friend, giggling as they both bounced. "I'll take lucky."

Rose rolled into Regan, sighing as she threw her arm across the blonde's stomach, burrowing into her side. "That sounds quite nice."

"Yeah." The word still felt funny, but it seemed to fit. Smiling, Regan stretched to grab the edge of a blanket and wrap it around them as Rose cuddled into her. It was strange, too, to be holding someone instead of being held, but that was kind of nice in itself.

"You too, maybe," she muttered, brain muddled with sleep and the remnants of her drinks. "He might have a cousin... think all his brothers are taken already."

"'m not made for forever," Rose mumbled, warm and content. "'m the once and never again kind." Letting out a sigh, sleep easily overtook her.

She wanted to poke at the statement, but it just wasn't happening. Making a little noise that served as a verbal shrug, Regan wound her arms around Rose and followed her friend's example. They could talk about it in the morning.


Summary: Rose and Regan have a girls' night out in London.