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Claude found himself bored at his apartment, his ranked Valorant games leaving him tilted and irritated. He sat at his desk, the game’s menu still open on his monitor. “Do I queue again…? I’m not even playing that well tonight…” His cursor hovered over “Play” as he tapped his finger against his mouse, ever so slightly increasing the pressure, as if tempting the mouse to make the decision for him. As his mind found the clarity to continue with his ranked grind, his phone lit up his dark room. “Who the hell…?” He said in response, only to see the word ‘Feesh’ plastered on the top of his screen in bold white letters. He let it ring one more time, but as he answered, the line had cut off. “What the fuck? She calls me but doesn’t let me answe-'' His phone rang again before he could finish the sentence, and once again, ‘Feesh’ popping up. He put the phone on speaker and said, “Do you realize what time it is?”
“Says the one that went to bed an hour ago…” Her voice was sassy and vibrant, a hint of slurring as the words left her mouth. “I-I need you to pick me up…” Hiccups followed alongside what sounded like a bustling night club.
“Girl…Where are Elira and Pomu??”
He heard her giggle, her laugh always made him feel happier. His mouth unintentionally grew into a smirk upon hearing it. “They left already…Claude please! I want to go hoooome…”
“Fine, fine…send me a pin…” After another few minutes of her laughing and giggling to herself, Finana sent her location as Claude made himself a little more presentable. Upon reaching his phone, he noticed her location was closer to his place than hers, but it was still almost 2 hours away. “Girl…what the fuck are you doing way out here…? I thought you were staying close to home? AND WHY DID THEY JUST DITCH YOU?!?”
“They…They wanted their alone time…hehe~ AND! AND…I was talking to a really pretty girl! They did say they were leaving…but I don’t really remember the rest…BUT the girl’s name was Aia! AND SHE WAS SO PRETTY! Claude you don’t understand!” Finana continued to trail on as Claude put the phone in his pocket, her voice now connected to his wireless earphones as he began to walk to his car, her volume getting progressively louder as she walked around the club she was in. He chuckled listening to her ramble on about how beautiful this ‘Aia’ was, how silky smooth her country accented voice sounded, how elegant her white flowy hair was under her beret, and how her eyes made Finana reminisce about the cool blue ocean under a noon sky. He made small comments on how slurred her speech was, how he imagined her wobbling around the club, trying not to stumble on her tiny feet, to which Finana tried her best to deny, but ended up bumping into someone and apologizing. He connected his phone to his car and stayed on the line, making sure to be in contact at all times for a few reasons. One, She was drunk off her ass and could barely stand up straight. Two It would help him stay focused on the drive and keep him awake. And three, because he was incredibly worried, it was very rare for Elira and Pomu just to leave her alone, especially when they are out. He tried his best to hide his fear, but familiar voices soothed his internal quarrel. “OH MY GOD HIIIII~”
“Finana! We finally found you!” A fiery whine nearly silenced the room around them, followed by a thud of what sounded like their bodies crashing together, probably from Finana in her drunken state.
“Why didn’t you follow us?! We were waiting at the table for an hour!” A softer, more delicate voice spoke up.
“Hang on, say hi to Claude!” The shuffle of hands and wind passing over the phone’s mic caused a brief moment of rustling that sounded close to static, the lively music and commotion in the background fading for a second before a voice hit Claude’s ears.
“Hello? Claude? What’s up!? Why are you up this late?!” Elira asked, seemingly walking away from the crowd to hear the call better, “Are you driving?”
“A certain someone said her friends left her and asked to get picked up…”
“That girl…we told her we were going back to the table…we’re still here though, so if you want to turn back and go home, you can. We’ll take care of her.”
“Nah, I'll like the drive. Just chill and I’ll take her off your hands.”
“Okay!” Elira also sounded a bit buzzed, but Claude could trust her with Pomu’s safety, them being in a close relationship and all. “We’re at the third table on the right when you walk in!”
“Gotcha, I’ll see you in a bit.” Claude ended the call, leaving him and his lonesome as he drove the long straight stretch of highway, another hour and a half of driving ahead of him. He quickly picked out a song that would keep him up and continued to watch the nearing city’s skyline grow closer and closer, humming along to the melody. 90 minutes felt like 10 as he found himself in the bustling, 3am streets, many partygoers and entertainers alike crowding the sidewalks, cars making their way around some over adventurous and inebriated clubbers, honks and tire screeches galore. It took Claude another 15 minutes to find parking and walk into the rave where the girls were, and sure enough, they were there, at the third table to the right of the entrance. Elira sat tall in the booth, the blonde resting her head on the taller girl’s shoulder, while the turquoise maiden rested on her lap. Pomu was still awake, just barely, making idle chatter with her eyes closed, while Finana was sound asleep. “Quite the chick magnet, arencha?”
“Yup!” Elira said with a smug smile, “You sure you got her? Our place isn’t far from here…” Elira continued, poking Pomu’s cheek to wake her, stirring the blonde to open her eyes and give a lazy wave to the man before them.
“Hi Claude…” Pomu yawned as she stretched.
“Sup.” Claude threw up a peace sign and poked his finger into Finana’s arm in an attempt to do the same as Elira, who laughed in response.
“No dice, dude, she’s out…” Elira lifted her leg, raising the smaller girl before putting it down quickly, causing her body to jolt, but the only reaction they got was a soft groan and a shuffle to get more comfortable. “See.”
Claude sighed, “Yeah…I got her…Help me out real quick…” Claude faced his back to the seats and knelt down, while Elira moved Finana, sitting her up and putting her at the edge. Claude placed his hands on her thighs and Elira slung both of Finana’s arms over his shoulders, and with a small “hmph!” Claude stood again, the small girl now piggy backing on him.
“Hehe…Yippie~” Claude heard Finana say quietly, making him smirk.
“We’ll walk you to your car and help you.” The four of them did so, leaving the club and walking down the sidewalk for a good 5 minutes to get to his parking spot. His car was one of those fancy shmancy ones where you push a button on the door handle, and if the key was close enough, it would unlock. Elira opened the door, letting Claude maneuver the girl into the passenger seat, reclining the chair a bit to make her more comfortable. After securing her seat belt, he closed the door. “Hop in the back, I’ll take you both home.”
“No! It’s ok! We can walk from here…”
“Just get in… I won’t forgive myself if you guys don’t make it home.” Elira gave a worried expression, but after seeing how Pomu was barely able to stand, reluctantly agreed. She helped Pomu get in then wrapped around to the other side, entering the vehicle as well. The trip to their apartment was about 20 minutes, and after saying goodnight and making sure they went through their apartment door, Claude began the journey out of the city and toward Finana’s house. All seemed normal, music playing low, traffic thinning as they left the city streets, and the moon hanging high now as a glowing crescent. His humming from earlier continued but a feeling of eyes crept up inside him, and knowing who he was with, he already knew what to say. “How long have you been awake…?”
Finana had barely moved, an occasional shuffle here and there but overall, a rock riding shotgun. “Surprised you noticed…” Finana said with a short giggle. A small chuckle left his throat as he felt something wrapping around his arm, softly tugging his hand away from the steering wheel. “A little bit before Elira and Pomu left.”
“I see…” Claude let her take his hand, purposely leaving it open, wondering what she was doing. He felt her fingers trace the creases of his palm, her nails tickling his skin as she did so.
“No matter how many times I see them, your hands are always so big…”
He wanted to look over, he wanted to see the face she was making, every nerve in his brain was telling him to, but driving was more important. ‘Can’t look at something if you’re dead.’ He thought to himself as a rush of heat met his palm. “W-what are you doing?!” A quick glance gave him the full picture, even in the dashboard lit cabin of his car. Finana had pressed his hand against her cheek, a devious smile plastered on her face.
“You’re so cold…It feels nice…” Finana nuzzled against it, and even the dim lights couldn’t hide the glow that shined on his cheeks. He wanted to hide it, he tried so hard to, but he couldn’t hide anything from her right now, and she found out very quickly. “You okay? Your hand is all twitchy…”
“Y-yeah, j-just tryin’ to drive…” His hand was starting to sweat, but he wasn’t sure if it was from his nerves or the living furnace he was now in contact with.
“You sure it's just that…?” Finana said with an inquisitive tone. He could feel her eyes staring at his face and the giggle she let out shook him to his core. Soon enough, the tips of her nails began tiptoeing up his forearm, then his shoulder.
“Finana…” A huge wind of concern left his throat. Physically, his body went on autopilot, his eyes on the road, hand gripping the life out of his poor steering wheel keeping it straight, but his mind was a warzone. It was taking a lot, A LOT of willpower to not pull over, and even more to not slam on the accelerator to get to her place faster. He did his best keeping his calm, even when her nail began to line his jaw.
“Are you gonna drive back home tonight…?”
“That’s…probably for the best…yeah…”
“You’re…gonna leave me all alone…?”
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! WHY THE HELL IS SHE TALKING LIKE THIS?!’ Her voice felt like silk, her motions fluid, undeterred by the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed earlier, and you couldn’t get him started on that blasted look she was giving him. She was a hunter, sharp eyes while licking her lips, and Claude was a helpless faun. It was exhilarating.
“Maybe…you can stay the night…?”
“Are you sure…?”
“I mean…Do you need to go home?”
“Not necessarily…”
“Then…” Her nail trailed down his neck…then chest…stomach…finally landing on his thigh, moving ever so slowly, up and down. “Why not…?”
Everything she was doing was getting him riled up, the pressure in his pants getting more and more uncomfortable and even more so harder to deal with. “I…really shouldn’t…”
“But…” Finana sat up and leaned in, just an inch from his ear. “I want you~” Another devilish giggle followed, and the speed limit became a wild suggestion.