He grins back, and puts on his seatbelt, and drives them to dance.

Jenna's friends are there even Martin which is a bit of a surprise because he didn't seem all that into it and still doesn't really but she's so happy he came too, to try it out one more time but they're late for the class having relaxed for so long so they hardly have time to say hello and put on their shoes and join the circle. The lesson is as straightforward and simple as last time, more or less going over things they did last time and the basic moves and such of the dance for the people who weren't there last time, but that's ok. Dancing is still fun and dancing with Sean is still wonderful. There's not quite the same giddy desperate excitement she felt last time when she hadn't kissed him yet when she dances with him, the hope and dream and anticipation is real now, but his frame is still so strong and sure and his face is so adorably cute and the way he smiles at her when she smiles at him makes her blush and happy and any thoughts she had about her not being into him are thrown out the window. He likes her. He likes her.

The kiss she gives him before she rotates, blushing and giggling, is perfectly chaste, something her mother would only cluck at and not try and drag her away and lock her in her room for the next five years (if only she knew, hah!) but still makes her blush even deeper up to her ears turning red before giving him a lingering gaze and moving on to the next dancer. 

Carol doesn't say much, when she makes her way around to Sean. She's here mostly to keep an eye on Jenna, but clearly Jenna is head over heels with the boy, as she hasn't stopped talking about it for days, something that Carol, if she must admit, resents far less than she pretends. It's good to see her so happy, a happy bouncing ball of sunshine. As long as this boy doesn't wreck it. And he doesn't seem to be, making his own eyes back at Jenna, clearly enamored with her as well. She dances with him, more or less perfunctorily (even though she's not that great at dancing she can still tell how good Sean is, though) before smiling approvingly at him and moving on to the next. 

Eventually, after a little while longer, the lesson ends, the lights turn down, and the music starts, and Jenna knows exactly where she's going and what she's doing. She makes a beeline for Sean, who's there smiling at her with his cute smiling face and looking happy and lovely and she blushes a little at how happy she seems to make him and simply asks, still blushing gently, "May I have this dance?" She blushes a little more at her joke, and reaches out her hand, knowing what the answer will be and anticipating every wonderful step and move and dip that will follow, held in his arms and kissing him (but not too much) and enjoying every single bit. 

"Of course."

Dancing is fun in general, and he likes the variety of dancing with lots of different people, but dancing with Jenna is the best. She's so happy and he loves watching her sparkle and smile. And blush. Watching her blush is also very very good.

Well sparkle and smile she does in abundance! She grins up at him alternately blushing sheepishly as he leads her around and being just a little bit daring and adding her own shaping and styling to his lead and making something together with him and feeling him respond and loving every second of it before she becomes self-conscious again and relaxes back down into a more straightforward follow looking up at his cute smile and face and all of the rest of him and his lead is so good and he's grinning at her and it makes her so very happy. She loves every second of this, and bites her lip and grins at him as he leads her strong and sure and it's like she's dancing on clouds when she dances with him and only some of that is the fact that she likes him. Probably. Almost certainly. 

And then the song ends and she starts to pout but realizes that this means she can kiss him before going on to the next dance and she pushes herself up and does so, blushing, a simple quick kiss (even if she wants it to be longer) and then looks up at him smiling and blushing and enthusiastic and ever-so-happy and she should probably dance with more people. Probably. There are other friends to be made even if one of them is such a good and wonderful (and enticing, and hot, and sexy, and strong, and enough of this) friend. And so she grins, and says "catch you in a little bit," and bounces off, controlling the spring in her step perfectly she's not skipping even a little bit at her joy and happiness not even one skip at all to go find someone else to dance with and talk to. 

Eeeeeeeeeeeeee she's so goooooooooooood. Good good good. Sparkling and smiling and dancing and—and kissing him, oh that's adorable—

He spends a solid five seconds just gazing delightedly after her before he manages to snap out of it and look for a new partner.

Jenna should dance with too few other people before going back to Sean. She should dance with at least six. Or at least five, because five is a nice round number or at least half of a round number and she should enjoy the dances with other people and she does because they are new people and they are wonderful to meet and one of them is really good at dancing too! But she's only danced with four others when a song comes on and she'd said five but she almost made it to five and she really likes this song and dancing to it with Sean would be fun. Really really fun! And so she walks calmly and carefully over to him, grinning at him when she catches his eye and shivering slightly when she sees him return the smile with his cute face which is attached to all the rest of him. And this time she doesn't have to say anything, or at least she's pretty sure she doesn't and it would be silly to think otherwise, she just puts out her hand and grins at him happily and blushes just a tiny bit but stands her ground and waits for him to take her hand and lift her up to the clouds again. 

He takes her hand, and pulls her in and kisses her forehead, because he wants to and he can and she's so cute, and then they can dance. And yep, dancing with her is still the best.

Dancing is—like mindreading, almost, in the sense of connection it gives him, at least when he's really paying attention. And he pays a lot of attention, dancing with Jenna. It's... like she's a kite, and he's the wind. Moving together, creating something that neither one could have accomplished alone. It takes him straight to the place in his head where there aren't words anymore and everything is just movement and perception, if he lets it, if he doesn't have to hold himself back so he can still talk. It's good in ways that few other things can match.

Also she is just fantastically fucking adorable.

Dancing with him is so very wonderful! And when he kisses her forehead like that she feels like she wants to melt into a happy puddle and also bounce up and down with joy and spin around in circles and at least with dancing she can do the last one or have the last one done to her and she very much enjoys being spun in circles by him (and maybe next time she can wear the extra-spinny dress yes that's a really good idea). They get to dance together and it's so much fun and it feels like flying and he's so into it and so into her and it's so full of wonder and grace and joy and delight and this is a song she loves and everything is perfect and wonderful. 

And then the song ends, and it's sad, a little, because she has to dance with someone else now (well she doesn't have to she could keep dancing but she should she really should and she should dance with people more to make up for the times she didn't dance in the middle last time) but she still lingers in his arms pulled close to his chest looking up at him with bright happy joyful eyes full of wonder and grinning and blushing at his happy smile. She loves being held like this and thinking about dancing more and being lifted off her feet and carried off and, and, and everything. 

And she should really go dance with someone else now. She kisses his chest but doesn't pull away as the next song starts up. She should really really dance with someone else now. But she's still here in his arms and she doesn't seem to be letting go. 

He grins down at her like she is the best brightest sparkliest prettiest happiest loveliest shiniest thing in the world, and he leans down and kisses her, and he says, "Want to go again?"

Aaaa he's grinning at her again and she's blushing and she really should go dance with other people it's important to do that even though she can't think of why at the moment but she's pretty sure she thought this through before but it seems a lot less important being in his arms and having her smile at her like that and his face is so cute and all of him is so cute but she has bad habits of forgetting why things were a good idea and that means she really should go dance with other people but she's still not pulling out of his arms and she can't do anything more than grin back.

And then he kisses her and he's so sweet and she blushes more and she can do one more dance, she can, she shouldn't she can, she will. She really probably maybe kinda shouldn't but she will. She beams up at him and blushes and looks away little shy and says "Sure!" One more won't hurt and then she can dance for more people extra later. (She's probably not going to dance with other people extra. She's gonna try though, it's very very important to try. It's hard to think of why when he starts moving her some more into the next dance it's hard to think of anything but his smile and the way her ears burn and her feet on the ground and the way it feels like they're floating on clouds and the look his face and the way he gets so into it (and the way she's so into him) but she's pretty sure there's a why. But that's for after dancing right now she's dancing and his arms and body feel so good. All of him feels so very good.

Wow yep dancing with Jenna is just the best thing. The best fucking thing. The way she smiles and sparkles and breathes and blushes and moves, oh the way she moves, the ways he can make her move, can move with her—good. Good good good. Good good good good good. So good.

He's gonna have some trouble letting go, at the end of the next song.

That's ok, Jenna has willpower this time around she's pretty sure. Willpower, that's the thing that makes you do what you're supposed to do, right? She has some of that somewhere. She shouldn't be dancing with Sean all night even if he has a cute kissable face and strong arms and and all of him being him she should get practice with other people right that's a reason and also make new friends because she really likes making new friends and also they probably should not end up making out on the dance floor and there are probably other people who want to dance with them both. Those are reasons, and they're even good reasons, and as long as she holds onto them tight in the face of his smile she can manage. She can manage. Yes. There.

Gently but firmly Jenna slowly pulls back out of his strong and sure and extremely hot and comfortable arms and looks up a his cute and really attractive face and tells him, "we, we should probably go dance with other people. For a bit." (And not instead be carried off to be doing other fun things in his car or even worse in his apartment.) "There's plenty of night left. For dancing." How does he always manage to get her so tongue-tied!?

"Okay," he says, smiling. "Makes sense."

And he kisses her on the forehead, because he really likes doing that, and lets go of her and turns away (a little reluctantly) to find someone else to dance with.

After a dance or two, Sean starts getting a bit of a signal on the "Valerie wants his attention" channel. It starts out pretty weak and ignoreable, but grows, rather intermittently, spiking and receding but getting stronger and spikier.

...he checks on her with telepathy after the first significant spike. It takes a flicker of eyeglow to turn on the mindreading, but he glances up at the nearest light fixture and hides the glow in a long blink, hoping that if any of it leaks past his closed eyelids it won't be as noticeable with his face well-lit. Maybe a little riskier than he'd like, but—he really doesn't want to ignore her.

Valerie is lying down on a bed, which now that she's no longer distracted by the cute littler girl's tongue on her clit is starting to feel far too small for the likes of her. In her arms is Lindsey, pressing close to her, taking up what remains of this tiny little mattress. She'd had the lovely eager innocent girl lead her back to her undersized dorm room, leaving the rush event that night rather early. Which would have been normally been a problem for them, given that rush was almost over, and all the girls were expected to put on a strong showing. But of course, Valerie could hardly be considered to be normal. No, every girl who stood in her way was no longer in consideration, or had left the sorority in embarrassment and shame for one reason or another, and everyone else left was wrapped around her little finger. Everyone knew that Valerie was a shoe-in, more than a shoe-in, and anything she wanted was hers by right, just as it should be. And that meant she was the final arbiter of who got in and out, even if some of the stupider ones didn't realize the little sisterhood was already hers now. A lovely coterie of minions for her, and it had hardly been a challenge compared to the schools she'd been too. It had been hot watching all her little plans work perfectly (as though there had ever been any doubt, hah), but rather than enjoying it to the fullest, she's been distracted by a real challenge. 

And the first half of it was easy, the cute little thing would have been a delicious morsel for her a month ago, staring up at her with awe and the smallest hint of lust, a look she's seen plenty of times before, wanting her and wanting to be her (as most did). But much more so than usual (though still not anything she hasn't seen before, of course), an innocent little blush that shows she'll be so easy to convince into bed, awe her with her charms and superiority, play into her latent fantasies, chew her up over a month or two or three, and then get rid of the mousey little thing when she bored of her and something prettier caught her eye. But now... now she has something much more important to do, and she has to be careful and clever. 

It was obvious that she was what Sean was looking for, the way the girl listens to what others tell her to do and the way she looks at Valerie and the way she moves, it hadn't taken much of watching her for Valerie to read her like an open book. She knows her proper place on the totem pole (the bottom, below the likes of her and Sean), and she desperately wants to be there. But every time she finds herself gazing so longingly at Valerie, she jerks away; she's terrified of her desires, and needs to be gently coaxed into accepting them properly. Or well, gently for her, at least, she certainly can't grind her up and spit her out the way she normally would. (Even if it would be so hot to do so, nff). 

And so, when she and Lindsey were alone, once the poor girl was more than enamored of her, the conversation naturally turned to relationships, the silly terrified thing hoping against hope that someone like Valerie would be available to her, not that she'd ever get up the courage to ask. And her face fell when Sean came up, but when Valerie began to hint at the sort of things they liked to do together, her eyes came back up to look at her, and as she explained that the relationship was open, well. It hadn't taken long for them to get to the point where Valerie was talking about the sorts of things Sean did, and Lindsey was telling her about all her deepest darkest fantasies. Ones that Valerie knew already, of course, but the foolish innocent thing was putting all her trust in her. And when Valerie hinted that she might want to try doing some of the things that Sean did with her with others, well... 

It had taken very few hints and suggestions for the overwhelmed and horny eager little toy to drag her home. Or well, to this place that resembles a home, if you squinted, and you were poor. And Lindsey had taken to Valerie's instruction very, very very well, and it was so fucking hot watching the girl break under her power. She loves watching silly toys like her fall under her power. And when she got horny, the innocent dumb pet was so eager to do something wonderful about it. Again and again and again and again, and wanting it more and more every second. The cute girl is intoxicated with her now, overwhelmed and head over heels and wrapped around her little finger like the weak-willed needy girl she is, and can be Valerie's entirely, waiting on her visits with such cute longing if she wants her to be, now. 

But she wants her to be Sean's too, and that will take a bit of effort. Because now she's dealing with something she hadn't anticipated, hadn't anticipated at all. 

Lindsey is so very happy to be held in her arms like this, pressed against Valerie, but whenever Valerie tries to shift, the girl presses against her more, wanting her to stay, with a quiet edge of worry and desperation. Normally, Valerie wouldn't care about such things, counting on her overwhelming charm to make the weak-minded girl do as she wishes whenever she shows up again. But Valerie needs to tell her about Sean, needs to get her eager to see him, and abandoning Lindsey, while it will certainly leave behind a desperate horny slip of a girl who wants her back, it won't put her in the right state of mind to become his. And so the only sensible course of action is to stay here, all night, and sleep on this tiny lumpy mattress, in this minuscule dirty hovel, with her arms wrapped around this lovely girl who wants to have her arms around her. The last part of which is much better than she might have expected, perhaps, honestly, some part of her doesn't want to leave either, there's something so very nice about having someone in her arms like this, wanting her there and wanting to be there and wanting her. And it isn't even an erotic feeling! She's beginning to understand why Sean likes it, she supposes. Even if she doesn't understand it at all. 

The only problem is. She needs to be at Sean's disposal, ready to serve him, any way he wants. She's devoted to him. And right now she is serving him... but he won't be happy if she doesn't come home tonight, or if he texts and orders (nnf, hot) her to come back. No, the right thing to do here is to ask him to be able to stay, and serve his interests like this. Except it's hardly her place to ask someone like him anything, as though she deserves anything like that (fuck she's so dominated, so controlled, fuck). And so she's not sure what to do. 

She's projecting plenty of aloof calm, which is easy for the likes of her, of course (something she's been doing all her life), and being, well, comforting, which she's finding much easier than she ever expected, with the lovely girl wanting it so much and being pressed against her in her arms. But... she's not sure what to do. Should she text Sean? Should she get up and leave, telling her Sean wants her to come home? It'd even be true, but it would still likely leave them on less than good footing, and, well, Valerie is enjoying holding her too. She's been looking forward to proving to him just how good of a queen she can be for him, and she likely can make it work if she leaves now, but then she'll be hardly as impressive as she knows she can be. As she wants to be. As she is, she's better than any other weak girl he might take. But doing otherwise would require asking Sean something. Or worse, telling him. She's not sure what to do. She's not sure at all. 

...okay, that's... that's a lot.

Wow. Who'd've thought Valerie of all people would finally start understanding cuddles?

So. Now he has to figure out what to do about this.

He definitely wants to encourage her to keep doing this thing that she's doing. It'd be a waste for her to come home tonight.

He could text her, tell her he's busy tonight and won't be coming home? He'll interrupt the snuggles that way, but the only other option he can think of is to use mind control to make her think she already got such a text, and he doesn't want to fuck around with her mind quite that casually and also would rather limit the amount of time he spends with his eyes glowing bright gold in the middle of this crowded room. Closing his eyes works to cover it but he's not sure how well it works, and anything more complicated than flicking the on/off switch to a well-accustomed use of power is going to take longer than he can reasonably extend a blink. So, okay, texting her it is.

First he has to wait out the end of this dance. But as soon as it's over, he gets out his phone and sends a quick message: staying out tonight, don't expect me home. see you tomorrow ♥

Then he puts his phone back in his pocket and keeps watching Valerie's thoughts.

When Valerie hears his ringtone, she winces. It's Sean, and that means... that means that means at least she doesn't have to make a choice. Which is oddly freeing. Even if that makes her slightly regretful. Or more than slightly. She sighs, and holds Lindsey for a few seconds longer, even though it means not immediately jumping to do what Sean tells her to do, before reaching for the night-table, despite the wordless sounds of Lindsey's protest. She doesn't want her to reach for her phone. And Valerie, well. Well it's complicated. She does and she doesn't. Hrmph. Despite the sounds of her worry and disapproval, she picks up her phone, bites her lip, steels herself, and reads the text. 

And then she breathes a sigh of relief. He's... he's telling her his plans. Which of course he doesn't need to do, he doesn't need to do any of it, but, well, Valerie is at least thankful (what a strange emotion) that he's doing so. And she's so very lucky. And so right now, she can fire off a very quick text. And put down the phone. And wrap her arms more tightly around Lindsey, enjoying the soft happy sounds she makes. And kiss her softly on the back of her neck, and let the silly pretty little girl stay here in her arms. All night. She doesn't have to go home. She can just... enjoy this feeling, from the other side, as peculiar as it is, and rest here, even if the mattress is far too lumpy and small and the room is small and messy. It still feels nice to be wanted, and this cute little thing wants her. Oh she wants her. But right now, she just wants her to hold her, and Valerie is, well, oddly enough happy to do so. And it'll make it much easier to help convince her to visit Sean, oh so very soon (and that'll be so fucking hot). But she doesn't need to worry about that right now, not at all. She smiles softly, despite herself, and holds Lindsey close, and relaxes herself, thinking of her plans for her and for the future. She's going to impress Sean so much. 

Sean gets a text during this. It says Thank you for letting me know, sir! ♥ ♥ ♥ See you tomorrow ♥ ♥

Cute. Very cute. And... Lindsey seems pretty cute too. Maybe this'll turn out all right.

He closes his eyes and drops the mindreading, and then he turns his attention back to the dance.

Dance!

Jenna is having a really good time and she's only looked over in Sean's direction one or two or twenty times or so, she's more or less mostly been able to talk to new people and say hello and make them smile and get to know them and move to the beat and even when they're not that good (not as good as Sean is, for sure), it's still fun to smile and talk to them and be easy to dance with, and plus she managed to dance with someone really good, and that was so very much fun. And she probably shouldn't dance again with Sean quite so soon, no. Almost certainly not. No she has more dancing to make up for before she dances with him again. At least two. Or three. Or one. Or zero. No, at least one. One more dance, and then she can catch his eye and go over and dance with him again but right now she's going to smile at this boy and say hello and find out his major and how his week's been and what he thinks of the college and anything else he might want to talk to because meeting new people is fun! Even if Sean is also fun and cute and delightful and she still very much wants to kiss him and dance with him some more. But later. Soon. 

When he happens to catch sight of Jenna looking at him with that conflicted expression on her face, he grins. She's so cute.

Hmmmm maybe after this next dance he'll wander over and see what she's up to.

Well she's up to looking in his direction and trying to convince herself that she should really dance with other people first because, well, she's pretty sure there are reasons why she doesn't want to feel his arms around her and look at his cute face and feel his delight at her and dance with him and imagine him carrying her off with his chest and muscles off to his bed and now she's blushing and what was she trying to think about again? (Not going to his apartment! Nope. Nooope.) Right. Dancing with other people. Or she could dance with him because he's right there and even if she's sure there are reasons to dance with other people he has a cute face and she wants to kiss him. A lot. And so when he gets close enough, she looks in his direction and grins sheepishly and blushes despite herself, watching him come over to her. 

"Hi. Wow you're adorable. Wanna dance?"

Jenna grins at him, and blushes a little more when he calls her adorable and puts her hand in his and looks up at him with bright eyes and pushes herself up to give him a quick kiss and then blushes a little more which hopefully the dim lights are hiding even though they've not really done it before (but she can hope, right?) and pulls a little closer to him. "Sure," she says, doing her best to act as normal as possible despite the fact that she wants to give him many many more kisses. "Let's dance some more." Hopefully the music is going to start soon, right? Once the music starts she can pay attention dancing and not his cute face and the way he smiles and the way his hand feels around hers and the way his chest looks and every hot and cute and wonderful thing about him. 

Eeeee she's so cuuuuute and happy and into him, wow she is very very blatantly into him, look at her blushing and the way her whole body is oriented to his and—right yes okay dancing. Dancing and not thinking, or at least not thinking in words. Thinking in motion instead. Motion and experience, Jenna's warm hands and sparkling eyes, the way her blush is half-hidden by the light but only half, the pulse of the music and how it becomes inseparable from the movement of their bodies.

Dancing with Jenna is so good.

When the song ends, he lets go of her and bounces a little and then hugs her just because he can and she's great.