You have never seen this side of Cosima before. You've seen her happy, sure; but this brand of happiness… It is something else altogether. Her face glows – hell, her whole body is practically vibrating with it. Her euphoria… it is contagious.

You've also never seen her dance like this. Arms above her head, hips swaying, she dances like freedom. Like flying.

You want to fly with her.

The music flowing from the stage is honest, genuine, like her. It moves you in ways you never thought possible, and soon you're dancing beside her.

You're too far from the stage to see anything. That's okay, because you only have eyes for her.

You cup her cheek. She grins, and now you can't resist. You kiss her fiercely and you're nowhere and everywhere all at once.

She tries to say something to you when you break apart, but the music is too loud and the crowd too rambunctious. You lean forward with a look of puzzlement. She goes on her tiptoes and her lips brush your ear as she says "So what do you think?" You barely register her words around the cloud that's formed in your mind.

"Beautiful," you say, smiling at her. She rolls her eyes.

"Not what I meant. The music, you dork."

"Oh," you say, feigning surprise. "Yes, it is beautiful as well."

Someone is passing around joints, and one ends up in Cosima's possession. Suddenly, she's grinning wickedly. You frown. "What is that look for?"

"I just remembered an old promise I made you," she says, holding up the joint. She digs a lighter out of her pocket.

"Mm, you are right," you say, and instead of taking the joint from her with your fingers, you press your lips around the end while it's still in her hand. She lights it for you.

You inhale and cough a bit at the unfamiliar taste. The second time around goes smoother and her eyes are fixated on you like hunger.

You offer up the joint, and she takes it from you with graceful, sure fingers. She takes a long drag with the confidence of a professional, holds it for a few seconds, then lets it go, real slow.

"Show off," you say.

"Are you impressed?" she asks.

"You always impress me." You feel bold, so you grab her by the hips and tug her closer. She complies, a dark tint in her eyes, and you are on fire.

Your bodies are close. You share breath.

You wish you were in a bed and not here, because while she looks great in those clothes she'd look even better out of them.

No matter. Your wish is soon granted, as Cosima suggests you "move the party to our hotel room." You have never agreed to anything faster in your life, and she laughs at the way you nod your head vigorously.

"C'mon, my little bobble head," she teases, and tugs you away from the crowds.

It's a wonder you make it home at all. You spend 15 minutes making out outside a pizza place, then when you flag down a taxi you make out there too. The driver doesn't seem to mind too much.

Your hands don't leave her body the whole way to your hotel room. Hips, hair, lips. Anything you can reach, your fingers are there.

"How are you feeling?" she inquires between kisses, voice hoarse from yelling all day. It sends tingles up your spine.

"Magnificent," you say, and it is not a lie. Your muscles are loose, your mind fuzzy, and you feel like all of your problems have evaporated. You aren't sure if it's a result of the drugs or the woman standing bare before you.

You are pulled toward her like a magnet. You roam the plateaus of her body with your mouth, press against her warmth with your hands.

You've never been higher.