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Hip party music blared into her ears and she couldn't be happier. Pomni’s smile was large and obviously bright. It was Gangle and Zoobles engagement party. Which was an event where she could exclusively wear a pretty dress. Which she made sure to do. It was red, sparkly, and short. The fabric wrapped tight gripping onto her curves in every which way. Her brown hair curled up nicely into a half up half down. She had let it grow out after escaping the circus. Mostly to hopefully not remember the sensation of the hat on her head.
She was in fact having the time of her life. A hand gripping onto some fruity drink punch that the famous couple of the house made.
Gangle stumbled over to Pomni. Her pure white hair twisted into two braids adorned with red ribbons weaving into her hair. Wearing a two piece white dress. I mean she is the bride-to-be and she wants to look the part. Though she had the most noticeable red flush across her face from how much alcohol she had consumed.
Zooble the spouse-to-be was running after her fiancé. Arriving she gently grabbed the drink out of Gangle's hand. “Oh I think you’ve had enough now.” The girl turned to her fiance with a small frown before hopping onto Pomni with a gigantic hug enjoying it as the smaller returned her hug.
Pomni’s hair cascaded down her face as she giggled intensely, squeezing her back.
“We are so glad you have come! We needed you hereeeeeee~” Gangled hung on Pomni’s left arm as Zooble removed her off of the poor girl.
“Sorry about her, yes we are. We missed having you all around.” Zooble’s expression is soft even with all the piercings. Which are snake bites, a septum, a bridge, and an eyebrow piercing. The look completes Zooble with a pink one side buzzed pixie cut. She also had on a beautiful perfectly fit for her sleeveless black pants suit.
Pomni replies with a little exuberant giggle. “Yes, yessss” she hiccups going for another sip of her drink. She has a slight sway but it goes unnoticed by the others around her.
“Well, Imma run off to find the others!” As she walks she notes the pretty interior. A mix of what people would probably think it is a horrible spread of flower arrangements. Knowing the call back of Zoobles colorful appearance. It really was wholly these girls' day.
The click of her heels steps echo as she strides away finding the tall redhead in the kitchen talking with an older man around his 50’s with his smile lines showing as he laughs.
Her little click steps are immediately registered by the two. The redhead immediately looked up with beams for eye balls as she rushed over to her. “Oh pomni! How have I not seen you” throwing her arms around her she gives a hard squeeze. “Oh shoot, sorry I meant to be softer. It’s been forever,” It was Ragatha standing tall with her curly red hair at unamends, she has bright green eyes as most red heads do, and a beautiful perfectly fitted black dress with a deep v-neck line. Pomni’s face is squished back into a hug where it is just pillowy soft boobs. Before frankly removing the girl. She hasn’t even been able to get out a word.
“It’s all good Ragatha” she goes in for a hug that knocks the air out of Ragatha. She grimaces at her silly mistake. “Guess I did it too.” giving a tiny little head shake.
Ragatha gives another quick side hug rushing the shorter over to who Pomni knows as Kinger. With the male sat on a stool against the kitchen island. Pomni says his real name, a soft chuckle releasing from the old man as he wraps Pomni up into his arms.
“Oh Pomni it is just so wonderful to see you!” he elates. “How are you enjoying the party so far?”
“It’s good to see you too, I’m enjoying it.” Tilting her head back she slams the rest of her drink.
Ragatha is grinning gently, “Seems like everyone’s here!”
Pomni’s heart drops at that comment.
Quickly the redhead stops herself, “Wait, no. I miscalculated we haven’t seen Jax at all! He was invited, right???” Ragatha looks like she is about to flip a table realizing that they are still missing one of their friends.
Pomni feels both relieved and devastated. That is the best way to describe her current relationship with Jax. Ever since her and Jax found each other about two years ago. Her and him have been… interesting with their dynamic. It was something special alright it–
“Speak of the devil” Walking in through the door; in comes Jax. Tall, tanned skin that helps his bleached hair ends stand out, a snake bite piercing, tattoos covering his arms on display as he removes his leather jacket. His outfit is a dress shirt with some black slacks. Pomni couldn’t be more proud.
“Miss Me?” he calls out to everyone as they rush to greet him.
Jax is giving smiles, hugs, and nods. After getting out of the circus. When they all found each other he was shocked that they had missed him. Officially about 1 year ago. He met them 1 year and a half ago. Apologized officially during on of their movie nights. It was because they watched A Silent Voice and at the end he was apologizing while sobbing his eyes out.
His laugh is infectious as he finally gets to Pomni. “Pompom!” He excites, wrapping her up into a hug and giving the poor very inebriated girl a spin.
Plopping her back down and stabilizing herself Pomni gives him a glare. “You are late.” It's a simple comment. Not like he was supposed to be here 2 hours ago.
Jax gives a little eye roll with his honey brown eyes. “Whatttt, it’s okay I’m just fashionably late. Did you miss me or something?” his shit eating grin sends butterflies to Pomni’s stomach.
“...No” she overtly replies to him. She needs to drink more. This is too much.
Ever since they escaped the circus Pomni hasn’t fared the best. During the first 2 months after getting out of the digital circus she took up drinking. It helped her body relax since it was still so tense and scared any moment this would be one of Caine’s adventures. The alcohol helped her adapt back into life. She only did it in moments of stress. Such as a party where she shouldn’t be so tense.
The music blares back into Pomni’s ears and she is centered back to where she is. Jax is currently shooting the shit sipping a drink with Zooble who looks annoyed and affectionate. Those two really are siblings, maybe they were split up at birth. Quickly she scurries over to the punch. The heavily spiked punch and pours herself another glass. Not downing it but finishing half of it and filling it up a bit more. Not so it is completely full but looking just under it.
She stays in the kitchen chatting with Ragatha about how their lives have been and what’s been up. There isn’t much to update Ragatha’s just dealing with shitty extended family at the moment.
“Well, I mean… you are like loaded rich. So I’d assume that the extended family would want an in.”
Ragatha sighs looking slightly downtrodden, “Agreed.”
Suddenly the music turns up and on goes one of her jams. A huge smile spreads across her face turning to Ragatha, “Imma go dance!” And she’s running off to the room where they can dance. Careful not to spill her drink.
It’s overall a pretty decent space, lots of people are here dancing already as that was always an option. The room is kinda tight but there’s space in between crowded bodies. She sees an open spot mixed in with the flashing colorful lights. Pomni has no care in the world as she lets the song take her over. Body moving with the beat of the bumpy song.
There are more people there than just the circus crew afterall it is an engagement party. Gangle and Zooble made many friends when out and about.
Pomni keeps rocking her stuff on the dance floor when she swears she can sense eyes on her.
Whipping her head around she makes eye contact with Jax. Fucking. Jax. A big smirk is plastered on his face, eyes soaring over Pomni’s form and his smirk gets bigger. He’s leaned up against the wall on his left shoulder, a drink in his other hand as he sips it. Pomni who was still holding her drink in hand slows her moves. Her hands lift the cup up to her lips watching attentively how Jax responds.
Jax’s pupils dilate; he looks… hungry. Pomni holds eye contact still swaying to some melody, but the beat from her heartbeat in her ears sucks her out of it.
Jax takes another sip and she’s following his move. The tiniest little sip from her cup batting her eyes at him.
His hand grips his glass tighter and he lifts it up slowly. Still, she matches it. Suddenly, he downs his whole drink and she follows suit, the cup blocking her vision. Lowering the glass Pomni lets out a tiny squeal as Jax, noticeably tipsy, arrives in front of her. Where did he come from!
“Why, hello pompom, need a dance partner?” his hand landed on Pomni’s hip already sneaking one of her hands into his. His hands are rough in a good way, the callouses telling her just how well he has to work his hands.
She’s in shock he’s actually touching her willingly. Normally, Pomni hates touch but with Jac she welcomes it way too easily. Realizing they are actually touching she takes his hand back and moves it down to also hold her waist. “Why, yes I do.” her reply is curt with a flirty undertone.
“Sounds good to me” and the song is an up beat jam so they start dancing together.
His hands are big as they grip her waist. They face each other pretty close as the dance floor is crowded.
“Since when did Zoobs and Gangle have this many friends?” Jax berates doing a small head nod toss to the side as if to shun it away.
“Honestly, I have no clue but I do not recognize most of them.” Pomni glances up to make eye contact with him.
Jax gives a small groan pulling Pomni closer. Hands holding her waist where her red dress slips up her thighs. Her brown curly hair just laid down in a slight mess of curls. For Jax the top of her head is the perfect spot to place to rest his head. “Mhn, They definitely know how to party” he says her head tucked under his chin.
“Y-yeah, i I would say so,” she can barely breathe with their proximity. His cologne smells tantalizing. His chest is right infront of her face the two unbottoned top buttons presenting her with his collarbone. Her mouth is watering from a simple look. Her mind is traveling places it shouldn’t be. She is his friend. Since when did Jax have this much of a reaction from her?!
“Hmm,” he nestles comfortably on her head. They fade into a slow dance as the music has slowed. Surprisingly she hadn’t noticed the switch too focused on why her heart is hammering like an annoying construction worker.
There is chatter all around them as the music picks back up. Her swaying with him slowly sneaking away from his hold to spin around. Maybe it is the alcohol talking but she doesn’t mind as he grips her love handles going along with their little dance.
Pomni knows they are both tipsy as their moves are sloppy in their own perfect way. Along with her comfortability being so so close to him. I mean it was and wasn't normal for them so she shouldn’t be thinking about…
He’s warm, way too warm. It’s delectable and it’s sending her into a heat. This room must not have enough A/C cause she is getting hot. Her body is burning up like fire, especially in her gut.
Jutting her ass back she grinds on Jax. He sticks with the move. Sneaking his right hand to brush Pomni’s curled brown hair out of his way to lean into her nape. Inhaling her in while his lips are resting against her neck.
Yeah, shit, oh she’s so fucked. All too quickly Pomni realizes what is happening. She’s aroused… and to make it worse it's hot latino Jax. fuck. oH FUCK.
As if sharing a thought, suddenly Jax sobers up backing away from her. “Fuck. Uh Pom— I’ve gotta. Um. Bathroom!” and he’s leaving her on the dance floor alone.
Pomni stands in shock, her body is sobering up too quickly. Especially as her quim won’t stop quivering. The ghost of his breath on her nape his hot hands, the way he held her, and oh god she just wishes–
FUCK
Shaking her head, her hair wiggling with her, she is hauling ass to the punch. She’s too sober for this; it is not the time and place to be sober. The red liquid pours easily into her glass and down her throat. Her hands are moving before her brain can think. As she downs another and then one more. When her brain is fuzzy and mostly processing she calls it good. Stumbling a lot more than normal. She makes way to the hall as Jax steps out of the bathroom.
“Oh!” he jumps fully completely terrified of her sudden presence. “Pom— Fucking hell. You’re scary”
Maybe it is the alcohol maybe it’s her anger about him leaving her on read yesterday, or maybe it was the fact his neck looks so fucking biteable. “Why did yOu run.” Pomni attempts to hold it together. “W-We’re Friends” her hand grabs his left hand.
The sentence strikes a cord in Jax as he goes from looking worried to blank. He’s masking again in an attempt to hide his feelings. Stepping back from her and stealing his hand back. Avoiding eye contact as he inadvertently stares at his hand.
“No.” her voice is a whisper as flashes of a purple (kinda sexy) rabbit placing a gun in her hands to his head.
She shakes her head to shoo the thought, well, memory away.
She’s on the prowl before she can think. Basically dragging Jax down the hall into some random room where she turns on the light and locks the door.
The lighting is soft and warm. This place is cozy and takes note of the familiar surroundings. Pink and purple pillows propped up on the bed followed by the dark blue sheets. A red chair in the corner. The room was a mess of color in a perfectly aesthetic way. It is the guest bedroom at the happily engaged couples place.
Yet, that is not the point right now.
“Jax. we’ve been bonding for weeks you are not about to pulla fucking…” she groans, running her hands down her face. She then uses his real name in a hard tone.
Jax grimaces at the use of his name with that tone, “I mean… we aren’t,” he’s being a dumbass and doubling down.
“Jax.” she says almost as a warning. Her anger starting to boil under her skin. He is not about to do or say it again.
He’s flushed in his cheeks, “You won’t get it. So let’s”
Pomni is walking them further into the room with a finger on his chest. The backs of his knees hit the bed. They have stopped; he is unreadable which makes it even worse for her.
“Then tell me! I’m so tired of you pushing me away the second we get close! We were dancing… Like…Like Friends!” the blush is painted across her cheeks. She just needs Jax in her life.
“‘’Mm doin’ nuthin” he fervently avoids eye contact.
Pomni is becoming so fed up with him. She backs away a bit looking down. As Jax attempts to dig himself a grave. Starting to give glances to her.
“You all are just my entertainment, I can leave whenever I want. It’s” he is going off.
Pomni sees it again and she can hear it. No.
”I do not care about you, or anyone else in this circus in the slightest!”
And finally. With no other thoughts she steps forward. God bless she has been avoiding listening to the boy currently spewing shit.
Jax is frozen as her lips meet his. She’s on her tip toes, arms wrapped around him as she lays a solid one on him.
Why. WHy would she do that?
She pulls off realizing exactly what she’s done. Jax’s eyes are blown wide, his mask taken off, as he stares into her.
Oh shit why the fuck did she do that. They are still for what feels like forever but not even close to it. She’s staring into his honey brown eyes her mouth parted as it dries trying to come up with any excuse to her actions.
Jax’s hand is on the back of Pomni’s head as he yanks her back into a kiss. Their lips chase each other as she releases and kisses him. Her mouth parts and he immediately takes advantage; his tongue diving in to explore. She lets out a small moan into his mouth.
They part, “fucccck, that was hot.” He gets out between pants as he sits down on the bed and pulls her with him.
“I– Jax—I I’m so. Oh I don’t even know why I did that I was just so mad and you we’re spewing bullshit again and—” she’s cut off by another searing kiss. It feels heavenly as they meet in a dance.
Till Jax pulls back his hand is slightly trembling. “FUC- Pomni. What— I—“ he’s at a loss of words. He wants to say so much and she can tell. Ignoring his previous sentences he juts out, “Do you want any of this.” He’s acting more like her Jax again. Not circus Jax, who was still hot, the menace.
Pomni is given a moment to think. Maybe it is the liquid courage or the way she’s felt hot all over because of him. Not considering how this would fuck up their friendship. Especially because they aren’t even finishing their argument. Her mouth moves before her brain can think. “I– Yes, I Yes. Yes.” He cups her face again.
“I thought you would kill me if I ever tried that…” it’s a slight mumble and one Pomni barely registers. Yet, her loins are on fire and she can NOT handle waiting any longer for whatever the hell she walked into with Jax.
It’s probably the alcohol but her lips are planted on him again and he joins her moves.
This time they don’t come off until she’s pulling off Jax’s shirt and getting her dress unlaced. Only to meet him in this tantalizing dance. Once again in a heart throbbing kiss. Her red dress slightly fell off her shoulders.
No thoughts are present as the two move.
All Pomni can feel is the lava in her bones with each brush or touch. His hands are traveling to places they have never been before but should definitely go again.
Finally, he steals her lips for a quick kiss right before sliding down her frame. A hand gliding up thinking he was going to find underwear only to not. Peeking back up the blush burning his face.
“You’re commando? This whole entire time???” Pomni responds to him with a small nod to her little secret having gotten out. It made the dress look better to not wear any underwear.
Jax’s eyes dilate and he slips his hand back up. Rubbing his finger over the nub that is her clit. She lets out a soft whimper with the move.
And maybe for a moment the alcohol fades as she realizes just how fucked this will make their friendship. They haven’t crossed the line of no return yet.
“I—“ but her words are silenced as a tongue laps her labia. His wet tongue flicking her nub. A finger slides in and Jax gives her the best fucking head she has ever gotten.
Words are left unspoken as they both fall into a pit they won’t be able to leave. Her body responding to him and his moves following her responses.
They both finally slip into the liquid courage pleasure. With no way to go back to how they were.