get low | Felix + Hanna

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The day had finally come. After a week of butterflies fluttering in her stomach in anticipation of their date, there was a hint of dread deep down, hoping she didn't make a mistake by asking Felix out on a whim in the coffee shop. The fact that she smiled down at her phone every time his name popped up on her notifications that week reassured her it was a good choice.

Hanna was well aware that a music festival frequented by Muggles wasn't Felix's typical scene, but she figured having VIP wristbands would make the situation more comfortable. As long as she behaved while surrounded by Muggles and didn't get too drunk. The last time she saw Felix with his shirt off, she got too excited. That was an indicator she had been single for too long.

A sigh slipped passed her lips, fingers twisting her hair into a pair of space buns as she smiled nervously in front of her large vanity mirror. After dabbing a generous amount of glitter in the corners of her eyes, she topped her head with a dainty floral crow. The butterflies in her stomach amplified knowing that Felix would show up at any moment.

Three rhythmic knocks on the door were the cue that he had arrived and she bolted up from her chair and feet padded on the floor as she quickly made it to the door. ”Felix! Hi!” she greeted happily, feeling like her giddiness was seeping from her pores suddenly when she saw him. ” It's so nice to see you again” Hanna chirped before throwing herself into his arms to offer him an embrace, hoping she didn’t seem too excited to see him. Or get too much glitter on him too soon.
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Time was a funny thing when you were anticipating a huge event. For Felix, that meant his date with Hanna. Or was it a date? She had called it that, and he'd wanted to consider it as such. He didn't much care for the jittery feeling that swept through his body as he recalled the bright smile that lit her face when he agreed to accompany her to the festival. He'd done a bit of research and wasn't entirely familiar with the line up, but that wasn't surprising. Felix's taste in music ranged from classical tunes to roaring riffs of melodious metal.

The pair had texted back and forth throughout the week, though they were both busy with work and preparing for the long weekend. The hours had stretched long and the seconds had jumped quickly from one to the next. It was as if the clocks couldn't decide exactly what to do. But when the time came, Felix pulled on a brightly coloured t shirt that Fee said fought back the gaunt-ness of his face and a pair of well loved jeans and trainers. He ran a nervous hang through his hair, which was longer than he usually kept it as he struggled to pick up the pace of work with his boss having left in an unceremonious takedown.

At last, Felix chided himself for preening so much and tucked sun cream, his wallet and phone into his pockets, perched a pair of Ray Bans on his long, thin nose, and apparated with a crack to Hanna's flat. She had texted him the address this morning, and he knocked thrice on the door. There was a flurry of movement from inside and Hanna swung open the door. Felix's mouth hung open as his grey gaze raked her ethereal frame. She looked like a nymph, the flowers adorning her hair, the gentle movement of her skirts, her bright, berry lips begging to be kissed. He swallowed thickly and managed a grin. "You look..." he started, but couldn't quite put to words an apt descriptor.

Felix willingly embraced Hanna, clinging to her for a beat longer than strictly necessary. "Thanks for the invite. I guess I got the colourful memo," said Felix with a wry grin, tugging at his bright shirt. "So... what's the plan? Do we head straight there and rub shoulders with important people and post on instagram how good we look and make everyone jealous?" asked Felix, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He was certain that at least some of that was on the agenda, but he found he didn't mind so much. Madeleine's life had been all about the vanity - but Felix knew Hanna's beauty went deeper than that.
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Hanna smiled at Felix's reaction to her appearance when she opened the door. He was at a loss for words. This time she decided it was a good thing. Hanna stood on her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on Felix's cheek, knowing a reddish hue was already creeping onto her cheeks. She pulled away with a smile, "Oh my god, this is such a look. You look great!" the blonde bubbled over with excitement as she tugged at his shirt as she admired it. Hanna waved him in as he asked about the plan, making a joke that was more reality.

The blonde beamed, pulling Felix inside her apartment happily. She was proud of the space where she lived. It was bright and cleanly with hints of color everywhere. Her cat scurried under the sofa with a thud on the wooden floor at the sight of a visitor, "Come in! You fancy a drink or shot before we head out?" she asked as she closed the door behind him, "You're not too far off, but luckily, we don't have to rub shoulders with anyone tonight, unless if we want to." she giggled, bobbing her head up and down with a smile. At that moment Hanna realized couldn't wipe the stupid smile off her face. Hell, her cheeks were going to hurt by the end of the night.

Offering Felix a happy smile, she displayed a neon green cloth wristband with a wooden bead carved into an owl. "Here's your wristband. This is technically an 'Artist Pass' sponsored by Red Bull, so you're pretty much elite and can go wherever you please in the festival.." she told him with a proud smile, opening it so he could slip it on and adjust the bead to his liking. "Maybe we can get you to shotgun a Red Bull...that would be decent content..." she joked playfully, knowing that wasn't typical behavior for the man but she had a feeling that he'd loosen up with her. All that mattered in her mind was that they had fun, she was excited to see where the night took them. 

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Both their cheeks flushed crimson, but Felix couldn't peel his eyes away from Hanna no matter how hard he tried. It was like she had sprung into existence perfect as she was, drawing on the beauty of a spring day. He ran his hand through his hair, feeling suddenly bashful. "Thanks," he replied with a grin as Hanna commented that his look was... a look. Of course it was. He didn't know what else it would be? But Felix felt rather silly musing over the words more than he ought to. Fee said that was his curse.

"Wouldn't say no to a whisky," Felix said, his lips curling into a genuine smile as he stepped into the apartment. It was starkly different to his own, with bright pops of colour and feminine decorations. "I'm glad you don't live in an untouched, whitewashed house. This place is... well, it's very you," said Felix, fixing his gaze on Hanna's face. The way her lips curved upwards in a scarlet smile felt almost sinful to him, but he bit back a groan of longing. Clearing his throat, he stepped into the kitchen, looking around. "Only your shoulders," he found himself saying, throwing a wink at her over his shoulder. A wink? Who was he?

Hanna explained the artist wristband and as she loosened it, Felix felt a tingle of excitement down his spine. He'd never been to a festival like this before, and especially not as an artist. "So they give you these things because you make good Instagram posts?" asked Felix, trying to understand where he'd gone wrong in life to have missed these opportunities. Perhaps it was that he wasn't a sweet, gorgeous, leggy blonde. "I actually don't think I've had a Red Bull. Is it cherry flavoured?" asked Felix, tightening the bead around the fabric so that it sat snugly on his wrist.

Felix turned from Hanna and spotted a cabinet full of colourful glasses. He grinned, untucking his wand from where he had stowed it an summoning a bottle of whisky from his own stores. "Sharing is caring," said Felix as he poured the pair of them oversized measures. "Thank you for the invite, Hanna. I'm really looking forward to all these... new discoveries," his voice a low purr laden with double meaning. He didn't know what made him talk like that, or what had broken the barrier from fine gentleman to salacious sleaze-bag, but Felix quickly drained his drink to prevent himself from saying anything that could get him into more trouble.

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Hanna smiled proudly when Felix took in her apartment, complimenting her that the aesthetic was very “her”. The blonde nodded her head agreeably, "Thank you!" her happy smile spread across her girlish features. "I'm still getting used to the whole living alone thing but it has been fun filling this place with things I love...” she shared. ”We won’t be trekking into this my sewing room today because it’s currently a war zone," she giggled as she flounced over to her alcohol cart stocked with a variety of assorted liquors and reached for her fanciest whiskey for Felix in a grand display. Hanna enjoyed being hospitable toward her guests, it was a time she could spoil those she loved. Felix was already one step ahead of her by pouring them both a generous portion from his stash of whiskey. Hanna smiled, taking the glass and blushing as their fingers grazed. She felt like a frazzled, boy-crazy school girl, and she loved it.

Felix asked if she acquired the tickets because she made good IG posts. A light laugh slipped from her lips, ”I like to think so...” she batted her lashes proudly, "I've been invited with the expectation that I broadcast the experience and give all of the losers not attending crippling FOMO.” she explained with a smile. It sounded ridiculous but she was dead serious. Hanna thought about the taste of Red Bull when Felix asked if it tasted like cherry and shook her head from side to side, "No, not cherry. It's more of a carbonated, sweet and sour taste to me..." she informed him, more thoughtfully. "I like it most served with vodka over ice."

Eye contact with Felix was magnetic. She was lost in his steely gaze, mapping out his solid jaw, wishing she could loop her arms around his neck. “Cheers to that” she raised her glass and knocked the contents back with a slight wince while throwing her head bad. Merlin, she hated whiskey. It was impossible to look cute while drinking lighter fluid but that didn’t keep the smile from her face. "Thanks for agreeing to come with me. I think we’ll have a lot of fun, I’m happy you came..” she smiled, knowing damn well she intended to steal a kiss from Felix as soon as possible. ”Have you ever been to a festival?" the blonde asked curiously, unsure if he was prepared for what he was about to experience. Unruly crowds, lots of walking, wonky ears drums, and mud. Lots of mud. She knew she was barely ready, especially since her DJ ex-boyfriend would be spinning at one of the stages..but she wouldn’t allow that to ruin her time with Felix. Hanna didn’t think that it would be worth mentioning to Felix since she didn't plan on seeing her ex. That would be rude since they were technically on a date and news such as that would personally upset her.

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"Fo... mo?" asked Felix, his brow crumpling in confusion. When he was with Hanna, it was easy to forget his age, to forget who he was. That he was a broken, jaded man wondering about his place in the universe. But some of the vocabulary she spouted... well, it was just a bit too much for him. Their glasses clinked with a pleasant sound, and Felix drank deeply. He asked about Redbull - he'd never had it before, but he knew it was half of a jagerbomb. He didn't reveal his minimal knowledge however. Felix had a feeling that if he said the word "jagerbomb" Hanna would insist on making them. And while he wasn't adverse to a good shot, Felix thought he ought to start off slow.

"With vodka over ice," he repeated with a nod. "I'll have to try it. If it's vile... onus is on you," he added with a grin. Hanna knocked back the entirety of her whisky and Felix watched her, bemused. "You know this one is meant to be sipped, right?" said Felix, a smirk playing at his lips. She cringed, and Felix laughed. "Oh come on, it's not that bad," he teased. There was a droplet of whisky at the corner of her mouth and without thinking, Felix swiped it away with his thumb.

"I'm happy to be here. It will certainly be something, won't it," said Felix. He checked his watch. "Speaking of, shall we get going? Are we allowed to bring drinks?" He glanced back at Hanna, who looked to be thinking deeply. Felix took the silence to rake his gaze over her. She was so different to him and yet so magnetic. Sometimes Felix had found himself wondering if all the brightness and colour had been leeched from him and given form in Hanna. He never would have expected himself to catch the interest of a girl like her. He'd been resigned to loving only the stars, especially since things with Bianca and Melody had gotten so convoluted.

"Not a music festival, no. I've been to a whisky festival... which should really come as no surprise," said Felix, taking a long drink. "This must be every other weekend for you in the summer. How do you keep yourself sane? Well... sane-ish," he added jokingly, allowing himself to open up to her.

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The look on Felix’s face was truly confused at the slang she used. This wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time. Hell, the face he made was so cute, she’d have to use the cringey slang more often. Her expression perked up, “Fear of missing out!” She exclaimed with a giggle as she grabbed his arm with a squeeze. The smile one her face was spreading, she bubbler with excitement of being with Felix again. This time on an official date.

As the blond slung back the entirety of the whiskey, she felt the look that Felix gave her. He asked if she knew whiskey was supposed to be sipped and she nodded with a little dance. Hanna’s face pulled into another funny expression as the whiskey danced on her tongue that sent a disgusted shiver up her body as she choked down the liquid, ”Yeah, I just prefer to get it over with quicker..” she chirped, slowly smiling as his hand reached to wipe a drop of whiskey from her lip. God, she felt like she was really blowing it already by acting like a foolish little girl.

The blonde nodded along as Felix shared about attending a whiskey festival, head bobbing into a nod like “go figure”. Well, she could already think of the perfect gift for Felix when the occasion came. Her painted lips spread into a mischievous smile, “Ohh, you’re up for a real treat then...” she laughed darkly. ”Just hold my hand and you won’t get lost.” Hanna winked, tone oiled with flirtation. There was something particularly special about christening a ‘music festival virgin’. Hanna had a feeling like Felix wasn’t completely prepared for what was coming and that excited her.

As Felix mentioned arrangements to get to the festival, she got a beep from her phone. The taxi was outside. ”-Actually, speaking of…” she reached for her phone and swiped it open. ”Our taxi is here!” Hanna erupted with excitement, reaching for her bag and adjusting the crown on her head with a final look of approval in the mirror. Hanna gestured to the glass of whiskey in Felix’s hand that he was sipping, ”You can be sneaky and bring it with you, or, ya know, drink it my way...” she teased playfully with eyebrow waggles as she opened the door. The static between them was intoxicating, she knew that tonight would be an absolute blast.

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At Hanna's reveal, Felix rolled his eyes and tapped his temple. "Oh of course, how silly of me!" he intoned, smirking. The place where she had grabbed his arm felt warm now, and the feeling matched the rising flush in his cheeks. He sipped his whisky casually, commenting that it was meant to be drunk more slowly. "Sometimes you just need to savour it..." Felix countered, meeting her gaze and taking a slow sip of his drink. There was a crackle of electricity - or maybe he had just imagined it. Hanna filled his whole mind, her ruby red lips, her curious cerulean eyes, the feminine curve of her cheeks.

Exhaling slowly, Felix reminded himself to get a grip. If what he'd heard about this festival was anything to go off, they were in for a long afternoon and evening. But to be fair, no one had ever had artist passes. That had to mean something. Maybe they'd get champagne on arrival. They were sorted with whisky - he'd topped up his flask before setting off to Hanna's and with a discreet refilling charm, they wouldn't run out. Hanna would just have to get it over with. "Your wish is my command. Or er... suggestion," said Felix, correcting himself. At once, he slipped his hand into hers and gave it a squeeze. "Two squeezes means I'm dying," he added dryly.

Felix only had eyes for Hanna as he dutifully followed her to the cab, downing the glass and placing it on the counter as the pair departed. He slid into the back after Hanna, careful not to look too long as she wiggled to settle herself. The way she moved was like she knew what she was doing to him. "How long is the ride?" asked Felix, more to get his mind off her ass than anything. "Are there any particular artists you're keen on seeing?"

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The static in the air was electrifying. She felt a magnetic connection to Felix, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay away. He continued to look at her in a way that made her want to jump him right there. 

Felix stepped closer and smoothly slipped his hand into Hanna’s, causing her heart to soar out of her chest. She felt like she was bubbling over with giddiness, unable to break the growing smile from her face. The excitement over being with Felix and going to an exciting event had her over the moon. She nodded when Felix stated that two squeezes meant he was dying, ”Oh, Perfect. Just initiate the signal and I’ll give you mouth to mouth resuscitation..” she promised him with a smirk, hoping he’d use that signal sooner than later. One glass of whiskey and she couldn’t help herself…

Hanna flounced over to the complimentary taxi, greeting the driver with a happy wave before climbing into the taxi. The blonde didn’t have a single care in the world that Felix received a fair view of her ass. To be fair, at this point she was trying to put everything on display. The sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife, but she quite enjoyed savoring it. Just like Felix enjoyed savoring his beloved whiskey.

Felix climbed into the cab after Hanna and she settled herself close to him. As they sat with their sides pressed, a wiff of Felix’s cologne filled her nostrils. And he smelled amazing. Hanna looked down at her phone, ”GPS says about 12 minutes.” she answered, before shrugging and thinking about his second question. ”Eh, I like to go with the flow and see where the wind takes me, but I’m most excited for some techno.” she told him with a shimmy dance of her shoulders paired with a fist bump in the air. They easily slipped into light conversation before festival goers started to appear off the side of the road. Hordes of people armed with glitter, glow sticks and galore, were marching and dancing towards the bumping bass music that vibrated the car windows. Hanna whipped out her phone to document the moment of driving through the VIP gates, ”Selfie!” she giggled, flailing the phone around with dancey motions around her and Felix with a bright smile and giggles before the car stopped and someone opened the door. Two champagne glasses appeared from a Muggle adorned with a staticy walkie-talkie. ”Welcome, Hanna and Felix!” Hanns eyes widened, scooting out of the car and taking Felix’s hand with a pep in her step. She liked to walk around like she owned the place to feign confidence. The pair was rushed in past the general admission line and entered into the main gates in about ten steps after flashing their wristbands. 

”We made it!!” she spun in an epic circle and raised the glass to clink Felix’s, sipping the champagne a little slower than the whiskey but almost finishing it. ”So, first impressions…what do you think?” she asked in genuine interest, wanting to get the general vibe he was feeling right off the bat. That way she would know how to play things out.

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A smirk stretched across Felix's lips. "Mouth to mouth? Only if you promise," he replied in a low voice. Then she was tugging him out the door and it was all he could do not to stare at her ass. She tucked an arm around his neck and crowed for a selfie, and Felix was sure he looked more shocked than anything. His gaze had been glued to the denizens of the festival, all of whom were wandering down the street in varying states of undress. One girl was wearing lime green fishnet trousers with a thong and a bikini top. And that was it. And she was actually more covered than others. Felix glanced over at Hanna, glad that he'd worn something bright but shocked at the revealing nature of some of these outfits.

"I feel like a pink, sparkly cowboy hat would help me fit in better," he admitted as the car finally rumbled to a halt and they exited. He reached in his pocket to pay but the cabbie informed him that the ride was complimentary. With a frown, Felix joined Hanna as they were immediately accosted by a muggle with champagne. Not that he minded. The whole experience was rather overwhelming. An enchanting baseline rumbled in the distance, electronic riffs slowly building like a climber up a mountain. The whirlwind of colours accosted his senses, the scent of cigarette smoke mixed with something sweeter drifting across the grounds like a haze. Felix clutched Hanna's hand like a lifeline, and had half a mind to request that mouth to mouth she had promised. They crested a hill and stared down into the festival grounds that sprawled in the valley before them.

There were half a dozen stages, each pointing in different directions to help with noise bleed. Each stage had a surging crowd in front, moving together as if in a trance. Vendors were dotted across the grounds selling drinks, merch and the like. In the centre of it all, there was a ring of large stones. Felix wasn't sure if they'd brought them in for the festival specifically or the stone circle actually existed in a park in London. He thought it was the former. His eyes widened, trying to take in everything at once.

"Its..." Felix started, struggling to find the words to explain the roiling emotions within him. "It's fantastic," he said, his face splitting into a grin. He pulled on her hand and wrapped her in a tight embrace, letting his emotions rule him just for that moment. He released her, and looked out to the grounds again. There was a rounded stage with a massive technicolour flower as a backdrop, dropping a heady beat. "Who is playing there?" asked Felix, pointing at the stage in question. He took a step towards it, glancing at Hanna to gauge her interest.

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The blonde mentally made a note to create an obnoxious pink light up cowgirl hat for Felix. That was a simple project she could do while sitting in front of the tele watching Love Island.

Hanna’s face lit up with happiness and wonder when Felix described the surroundings as ‘Fantastic’. That was entirely unexpected but she was enthused with that answer. She was sure this was the last place she’d ever see the proper fellow. Hanna ran in place with a happy dance and a squeal while he pointed in the direction of one of the booming stages.

Without second thought she started in that direction, ”I have no idea! Let’s go check it out!” she exclaimed, tightening her grip on his hand and leading him straight into the crowd. She’d show him the luxury “VIP experience” after he endured the chaos of the pit.

After carving a path through seas of people, she allowed the music to take her away. She swayed and bobbed to the beats, enjoying the thrum of the bass. Smiling from the good buzz, she did a little dance around Felix before happily crashing into his body. The blonde wrapped her arms around the nape of Felix’s neck to pull herself against him before asking, ”Have you tried Molly?” she asked into his ear with a devious grin, allowing the heat of her breath to perfectly hit his neck.

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The sights and sounds and smells thrilled through Felix, each one picking at a sense that heightened his excitement. He pointed out a stage with a vibrant flower backdrop and Hanna immediately started leading them towards it. Her hand was like a vice in his, clutching him as if he was a lifeline. He was starting to lose feeling in his fingers, but he said nothing, twisting his head this way and that to try to take it all in. Felix thought they would be in a more private section, but Hanna led him to the heart of the jumble of swaying bodies, all bopping their head to the trance like beat.

Hanna looked like a queen as she moved along to the beat, her eyes fluttering closed as she allowed the rhythm to move through her. Felix knew he should stop staring, should dance along with everyone else, but his mouth had suddenly gone dry. Her crown of flowers stood regal atop her shock of blonde hair, complementing the glitter that fireworked from the corners of her eyes. His eyes caught on her lips, those which he had dreamed about on more than one occasion and thought about even more.

Tearing his gaze away from Hanna after a long moment, Felix focused on the stage. He found himself nodding along to the beat without conscious thought, and his eyes swivelled to the others in the crowd. Most women were dressed in mesh, swimsuits, and bright colours, whislt many men were in varying articles of leather clothing. There were, however, quite a few who dressed as Felix had in a pair of denim shorts and a short sleeved top. A few were wearing bandanas wrapped around their foreheads, and when a green one was flung into the crowd, Felix snatched it up and followed suit.

Hanna pressed herself against him and Felix swallowed thickly, willing the evidence of his desire to be swept away by the music. Her fingers crawled up around his neck and she grinned at him. Felix found himself smiling back. "I haven't," he replied, having no idea what exactly molly was. He'd never slept with a Molly, if that was what she was asking - but he had the feeling it was a rave sort of thing. Her breath tickled his neck and he wrapped his arms loosely around her, pressing his nose into her hair. He was silent for a moment, wishing he could kiss her but holding back. Surely, it wasn't appropriate. "Is everyone else on... molly?" he asked Hanna, his voice barely audible over the thick beat.

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Hanna swayed to the music happily, Felix’s hands traveled down her waist, his face in her hair sent electricity through her. She was debating if she was willing to snog him in a crowd of rowdy people but she was more afraid of being noticed. She was seeing how long she could hold out. Felix seemed to be enjoying the festivities so far and she was excite for a night of discovery with him.

Her head bobbed to the side curiously, watching Felix’s expression as he answered her question and nodding knowingly with a smile when he asked if most people were on most, ”Yes, everyone else is doin’ it, so it’s pretty much the ultimate peer pressure for you to try it..I promise to take care of you.” she giggled, knowing she probably sounded like a poster child for a drug awareness ad. Hanna held her breath, attempting to read the look on his face. This could be a good moment to kiss him. Only...the location just wasn’t prime, she didn’t want people ogling at them, she wanted to be able to savor the moment with Felix without being bumped around in the crowd.

As Hannas eyes trailed behind Felix’s shoulder, where she noticed a flashing VIP sign. There’d surely be drinks, cabanas, and breathing room there And she'd be able to push her party favors on him in a more comfortable and private environment. Her lips pressed against his ear lobe, "C’mon..let me show you something.” she hinted with a smile, hand reaching to lace with his fingers. Hanna led him toward the left side of the crowd towards the glowing beacon of hope with a pep in her step. Navigating the crowd was easy when she gave plenty of smiles, high fives, and waves as they made their way through the sea of people. They reached the VIP section and another PA with a staticky walkie talkie (who she recognized) appeared out of nowhere, waving at Hanna with an eager smile, ‘Oh, my God, Hanz! We have an open section if you’d to follow me’. Hanna waved happily, ”Hey girl! Oh my god! Thanks!” she matched her energy with a beaming smile, tugging Felix along as she oozed with giddiness.

They were led to a private cabana tent overlooking the stage with the vibrant flower backdrop where they were previously enduring the crowd. The tent was spacious with plenty of seating room and a table, stocked with a spread of snacks, as well as alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks. ”Okay...now this is amazing!” she bounced up and down with excitement, spinning around the room with open arms to display how roomy it was. After marinating in the moment, she found Felix's gaze which instantly made her knees weak. The blonde decided she'd take a chance by wrapping her arms around his neck so her body pressed against his for a heated embrace, only this time, offering him a kiss on the lips to see what he would do.

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Felix chuckled, and shook his head. "I think I'll pass... for now, at least," he said with a slight smile. "I'd like to experience some of this first. Then we can revisit," he added. He examined her, his eyes sweeping over her face, thinking that he would very much like to kiss her. He distracted himself by taking a deep swig from his flask. "They didn't even search me. Is that normal?" asked Felix, bending low so that he could speak in Hanna's ear. But her attention was elsewhere, peering over his shoulder at something.

Hanna took his hand and led him to a flashing VIP sign. The music pumping through the crowd had grown no less loud, and it powered through them like a machine. Just as Felix turned to look back at the performers, the beat changed, becoming thicker and heavier. The crowd went mental, swaying and bopping and nodding. Felix couldn't help his grin. It felt strange to be separate and part of something at the same time. Like he was part of the amorphous creature that held sway over them all.

The VIP area was spacious and had a much better view of the performer than the crowd had. But strangely, Felix yearned for the belonging he had felt down there. He decided against voicing this to Hanna, knowing that they would return eventually after they were nice and liquored. Felix had drifted over to the libations, and was about to pour them each a mixed drink when Hanna floated over to him, pressing herself against his body. Her eyes met his, her arms wound around him, her scent enveloping him. And Felix's resolve broke. Tangling a hand in her blonde hair, Felix crushed his mouth to Hanna's, stealing her breath and tasting her as he had wanted to for so long.

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”Hmm. We had a separate entrance from the general public, so I think we may have walked through some metal detectors at the entrance.” she answered him thoughtfully as she dutifully towed him along to where the elites partied. She enjoyed the electrifying vibes the crowd provided but she had another objective in mind. The pair entered the cabana at record speed and Hanna didn’t waste any time.

As she locked eyes with Felix’s steely gaze, seemingly the same idea running through his mind. Hanna pushed her body against the front of his, wrapping her arms around Felix’s neck. Felix’s hands tangled in her hair and their mouthes collided in a long awaited, passionate kiss. The world around them blurred together and time stood still. Hannas fingers raked through his hair as their kiss nearly knocked her off of her feet.

After a couple of glorious moments, Hanna pulled away, surprised to find herself straddled over Felix in a declaration of passion. She didn’t want to stop the escalating snog fest but also didn’t like the idea of people discovering them. ”Wow…” she exhaled breathlessly, a shiver of pleasure travelled down her spine, causing her to smile too wide. Hanna remained on his lap, ”You just took my breath away.” she breathed with an easy laugh. The blondes smile melted into a more shy expression as she realized she very much wanted to continue snogging Felix's face off. She wasn't drunk enough for those sort of shenanigans, yet. She needed to lower her inhibitions a bit more first. Luckily, there were plenty of tools at the booming festival to do so.

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