09-28-2014, 10:39 AM
The music and rhythm flowed through his body and he and Alex moved in time across the dance floor. The way her pony-tail swirled as she spun exposing the delicate white skin of her neck, the dress, already tight, draping across her hips and thighs as she moved showing off curves he ran his hands over, the dips and sway of her shoulders that only accentuated her cleavage and assets so pleasingly on display, the knowing look of playfulness and tease in her lovely green eyes and her heated smile. Bas felt a primal hunger that seemed to build in time to the music.
They were interrupted twice, first by Nox who was bailing with that one girl- she looked out of it and that meant that Nox wasn't going to finish out the night they way he'd hoped. Oh well, you win some you lose some. He didn't seem too put out, which was good. They exchanged contact info and he was out the door. They had barely gotten back to it when Weasel Boy- he should call him by his name, but damn if he could remember it. He seemed to have impressed blondie's girl enough. He had to be feeling like a rock-star, what with the night he was having. Bas have him a wicked smile. They traded contact info- Pyotr was his name- and then they too were out the door.
He looked down at Alex. She seemed to be done playing games. She put her fingers under his chin and leaned in to whisper, her lips tickling against his neck, "You never did answer me. My place or yours? I think you buddy has the right idea."
Then she kissed him there.
A slow smile crept across his face and his left arm went around her to pull her close against him and he kissed her thoroughly. As their faces pulled away to just millimeters, their noses barely touching, breathing the same air and looking into each other's eyes, he smiled at her mischievously as his right hand went down her back to stop on her nicely rounded back-side, which he squeezed. The cloth of her dress was thin and she was all woman, firm. Her eyes widened as she was pulled closer to him and he kissed her again before answering in a growl. "Your place."
They separated enough to walk, the music forgotten, and he took her hand and went to the bar where he threw down some CCD bills, got their coats, and soon found themselves in his car. After a few moments of kissing and wandering hands, the engine was on and he was driving down the road trying to follow the directions she'd given him. It was hard keeping his eyes on road, he kept looking over at Alex in that red dress that begged to be peeled off, the smokey looks she kept throwing him.
Somehow, they made it to her place and into her apartment.
What a night, he thought and he laughed when the red dress finally hit the floor. And she matches! It was the last coherent thought to penetrate his mind.
They were interrupted twice, first by Nox who was bailing with that one girl- she looked out of it and that meant that Nox wasn't going to finish out the night they way he'd hoped. Oh well, you win some you lose some. He didn't seem too put out, which was good. They exchanged contact info and he was out the door. They had barely gotten back to it when Weasel Boy- he should call him by his name, but damn if he could remember it. He seemed to have impressed blondie's girl enough. He had to be feeling like a rock-star, what with the night he was having. Bas have him a wicked smile. They traded contact info- Pyotr was his name- and then they too were out the door.
He looked down at Alex. She seemed to be done playing games. She put her fingers under his chin and leaned in to whisper, her lips tickling against his neck, "You never did answer me. My place or yours? I think you buddy has the right idea."
Then she kissed him there.
A slow smile crept across his face and his left arm went around her to pull her close against him and he kissed her thoroughly. As their faces pulled away to just millimeters, their noses barely touching, breathing the same air and looking into each other's eyes, he smiled at her mischievously as his right hand went down her back to stop on her nicely rounded back-side, which he squeezed. The cloth of her dress was thin and she was all woman, firm. Her eyes widened as she was pulled closer to him and he kissed her again before answering in a growl. "Your place."
They separated enough to walk, the music forgotten, and he took her hand and went to the bar where he threw down some CCD bills, got their coats, and soon found themselves in his car. After a few moments of kissing and wandering hands, the engine was on and he was driving down the road trying to follow the directions she'd given him. It was hard keeping his eyes on road, he kept looking over at Alex in that red dress that begged to be peeled off, the smokey looks she kept throwing him.
Somehow, they made it to her place and into her apartment.
What a night, he thought and he laughed when the red dress finally hit the floor. And she matches! It was the last coherent thought to penetrate his mind.