07-25-2018, 01:12 PM
Danika's large dark eyes filled his gaze and for a moment, the rest of the room disappeared. Malik and Marcus smiled, eyes trapped by hers.
And he didn't understand a single word of what she had just whispered to him, the feel of her lips hovering near his ear ghostly, her slight breath tickling. He felt warmth suffuse him. It was not impossible that the champagne had affected him more than he realized. But that was ok. Tonight was an experiment in experience. As both men. He laughed. "What's that now?"
She clarified her request and he rose, offering his hand to help her up. He wasn't sure how steady she was on her feet. He gave his respects to the legionnaire and Ms. Shale before escorting her to the ladies room.
"I'd be careful if I were you,"
he said with a grin, when she snared another drink. "I might just get you to sing karaoke in front of the Ascendancy tonight."
He winked at her with a smile. Malik laughed too. And I might get you out of that dress he pointedly did not say. She was breathtaking. She would be enjoyable, those big dark eyes filled with pleasure, that beautiful mouth on his.
While he waited for her, Marcus watched the guests. The Force filled the air. It seemed everyone was having fun showing off. On a whim, he seized it himself. The entire room came to life. The light scents of various perfumes and colognes were noticeable, not a few with the latest biochemical enhancing properties. As if that were needed.
The creme de la creme were here, the most powerful people in the world. In the main, the men's clothing were rather the same, though a few here and there tried to stand out. The women, though, were a different story. They outdid each other, decked out in jewels, hair styles as varied as one could imagine. Necklines plunged or didn't, bodices hugged and suggested or simply enhanced.
Alexandrova, hair like the sun at sunset wore a dark green dress that showed off her svelte figure. Malik grinned. She was fucking hot. Especially for a woman in her 50's. He had hopes there, though he doubted they would ever come to fruition. She was far too calculating to play games. Leonid was almost forgettable standing next to her, holding court to various men and women.
Members of the Sphere, Privileges, Consuls and their dates, captains of industry all milled about. Anatoly Yushakov, Bykov's director of Media Affairs, stood out, the cut of his tuxedo, the color of his tie- massive pearl stud in the center- and pocket square marking him as someone used to attention. Scion Marveet was not hard to find. He noted the Rods walking the floor, black coats fitted and impressive. When Sanjay caught his eye, he nodded, raising his glass in the man's direction. How his new position would work with his responsibilities at the Consulate, they'd have to figure out. The man was a gifted teacher.
Natalie was on the arm of Jay Carpenter. The man was good looking enough. But next to her, he simply disappeared. His eyesight sharpened, noticed the body language. Oh ho....interesting. He wasn't sure whether that was something he could use. She was still an enigma to him.
Danika returned. The force flowing through him let notice the scent of her, smile on her face. She had no need of any biochemical enhancement or any artifice to command attention. And yet what he found most alluring was how innocent she was to it all. As if she didn't know what she was.
He gave her his arm and led her to one of the balconies so they could talk in private. It was only slightly chilly and he offered her his coat just in case.
He looked into her eyes, studying her. Malik smiled, touched her arm at the elbow slightly. "You are from Chicago, yes? Me too."
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 25 2018, 03:30 PM.
And he didn't understand a single word of what she had just whispered to him, the feel of her lips hovering near his ear ghostly, her slight breath tickling. He felt warmth suffuse him. It was not impossible that the champagne had affected him more than he realized. But that was ok. Tonight was an experiment in experience. As both men. He laughed. "What's that now?"
She clarified her request and he rose, offering his hand to help her up. He wasn't sure how steady she was on her feet. He gave his respects to the legionnaire and Ms. Shale before escorting her to the ladies room.
"I'd be careful if I were you,"
he said with a grin, when she snared another drink. "I might just get you to sing karaoke in front of the Ascendancy tonight."
He winked at her with a smile. Malik laughed too. And I might get you out of that dress he pointedly did not say. She was breathtaking. She would be enjoyable, those big dark eyes filled with pleasure, that beautiful mouth on his.
While he waited for her, Marcus watched the guests. The Force filled the air. It seemed everyone was having fun showing off. On a whim, he seized it himself. The entire room came to life. The light scents of various perfumes and colognes were noticeable, not a few with the latest biochemical enhancing properties. As if that were needed.
The creme de la creme were here, the most powerful people in the world. In the main, the men's clothing were rather the same, though a few here and there tried to stand out. The women, though, were a different story. They outdid each other, decked out in jewels, hair styles as varied as one could imagine. Necklines plunged or didn't, bodices hugged and suggested or simply enhanced.
Alexandrova, hair like the sun at sunset wore a dark green dress that showed off her svelte figure. Malik grinned. She was fucking hot. Especially for a woman in her 50's. He had hopes there, though he doubted they would ever come to fruition. She was far too calculating to play games. Leonid was almost forgettable standing next to her, holding court to various men and women.
Members of the Sphere, Privileges, Consuls and their dates, captains of industry all milled about. Anatoly Yushakov, Bykov's director of Media Affairs, stood out, the cut of his tuxedo, the color of his tie- massive pearl stud in the center- and pocket square marking him as someone used to attention. Scion Marveet was not hard to find. He noted the Rods walking the floor, black coats fitted and impressive. When Sanjay caught his eye, he nodded, raising his glass in the man's direction. How his new position would work with his responsibilities at the Consulate, they'd have to figure out. The man was a gifted teacher.
Natalie was on the arm of Jay Carpenter. The man was good looking enough. But next to her, he simply disappeared. His eyesight sharpened, noticed the body language. Oh ho....interesting. He wasn't sure whether that was something he could use. She was still an enigma to him.
Danika returned. The force flowing through him let notice the scent of her, smile on her face. She had no need of any biochemical enhancement or any artifice to command attention. And yet what he found most alluring was how innocent she was to it all. As if she didn't know what she was.
He gave her his arm and led her to one of the balconies so they could talk in private. It was only slightly chilly and he offered her his coat just in case.
He looked into her eyes, studying her. Malik smiled, touched her arm at the elbow slightly. "You are from Chicago, yes? Me too."
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 25 2018, 03:30 PM.