All she wants to do is dance

[Lovely]

June 15, 2008
9:30pm
Dance Club

The girl had passed off a fake ID to get into the club, but it was one of the few clubs worth going to and she was only eighteen. The club was a bit out of the way, not in the center of the hustle and bustle of the usual night life crowd, but the music was enticing. These were beats she could dance to and that was truly all she'd come for, to dance, maybe have a few drinks and escape from her world for a while.

Her eyes were closed, her arms lifting now and then with her wrists crossed behind and above her head. Her hips swayed, shifting with the beat, her entire body in sensual rhythm with the music. She was a beauty who could as easily stand out in a crowd as she could blend in. She was innocent, sensual, wicked. and sweet all at once, with dark musky green eyes that some times appeared more brown and other times more of a light green. They were the kind of eyes that could pull you into their depths and cut you in half when angry. Her lips were soft and inviting, seeming to form a perfect little pout most of the time, lips that begged to be kissed, nibbled and clung to in lingering delight.

The outfit she wore even seemed perfectly suited to her. A short black skirt with slits up the sides, a crisp white button down worn over a tank top that hugged her slender curves beautifully and boots that came to her knees with a slim heel. She was a petite thing, only 5'4" or so, slender with a small waist, firm little a**, perky chest that was big enough to be nicely cupped in a normal hand, most likely a C cup, her legs were slender and all around she was well proportioned and put together. Honey blonde hair, that was long and piled in a varriation of a ponytail high on her head. Little jewelry adorned her, her ears were pierced a couple times but small studs were worn, giving her a bit of sparkle but not overly flashy. a few necklaces, one simple cross on a short chain just below the hollow of her neck and another longer black silken cord with a small medallion and a few stones that hung several inches lower. A few simple rings caught the light now and then on her fingers.. everything was kept subtle except the girl herself. She had her own style, flare, attitude, and beauty which called attention her way whether it was bidden by her or not.

The sparkling bits had caught his attention the moment she'd slunk in. Shining brighter to him than her jewels were the deep sea colored eyes that watched like she owned the place. If she'd cared to, she probably could. Tripp made his appearance tonight only hoping for trinkets, not gold... and silver, he noted seeing the small flashes at her ears. Hmm boy-o, for all your playing with needles you'd best think of some new art, some flash... like hers, he considered. He slid through the crowd, circling through to meet her while meeting a few nudges and handfuls along the way, and returning a few himself. He was there beside her, behind her enough that as he stepped back, he could speak to her. "Nice pierce work," he noted, especially seeing close up how delicate she was adorned in contrast to her seductive expressions in her movements. "Shame I don't have any yet... hmm.. or do I?" It was an invitation for her to turn and look.

She wasn't really dancing with anyone, she wasn't one of those people who had to have someone go out on the floor with her. Jaime was content just to feel the music flow through her and her body moving with it. It was odd how she sensed him long before his scent mixed with those of the people on the dance floor, before her nose picked up his unique fragrance her eyes had lifted to scan the crowd. Perhaps it was only wishful thinking, her own hope to see the dark mystery man again. She almost thought she was imagining his scent when she didn't see him at first, then his voice came from behind her and her mouth curled into a small smile. "Hmmm do you?" She asked in return to his words, turning slowly to face him, still moving to the music. Her eyes cast over him then met his gaze and for a moment it was like she danced for him and him alone, as if everything melted away. Her body shifted toward and drew him closer, inviting him to join her with every sway.

"Kiss me... and find out," he purred back, appreciating every curve that moved next to him, nearly pressing against her as he peered into her eyes, tempting her with how close he was. Not yet.... he cautioned himself.

[Lovely]

Her eyes seemed to light up with the offer and her smile curved slightly more wickedly. One hand reached out to him, curling her fingers in his hair and she tilted up to pull him closer as if she would kiss him. Her breath was warm against his lips and she was nearly close enough that he'd feel her lips barely not touching his. Then she shifted away. "Catch me.. and maybe I will.."

"Maybe I already have, yeah?...And maybe I'll actually let you," he smirked in retort. He tempted her more but did not give in to the kiss or the handful near his fingers. That wasn't her game or his. Which was the cat and which mouse, though, he wondered... ironic that, he mused to himself.

An eyebrow arched as she took a step back, slowly shifting into the crowd. "Should have known.. you wouldn't be brave enough to take me." Jaime winked at him as she spun and dipped through the shadows, ducking towards the bar for a drink to cool her off.

"You dare to think that, lovely, you'll see," he cooed quietly to himself, giving her a moment to her fallacy. He'd prove her wrong, but not for a while yet. His ink and oil presence flowed through the crowd, untouched, unhindered and his focus solely on her, though she wouldn't realize it as he looked in other directions. His concentration had hold of her, knowing where she was, guiding him to her as he came up through the crowd beside her. "Double vodka, she'll have one too," he called out from beside her, reaching to slip the drink she did have away to take a sip of it.

The bar tender deposited some fruity concotion in front of the blonde -the guy next to her had ordered it for her.. with extra cherries. Her own eyebrow arched at the gentleman -if you could call him that- next to her and her gaze shifted to the drink. As if he knew what she was asking he smiled and slyly answered. "I was hoping you'd share one with me."

She didn't even try to curb the laugh that floated out as she subtly shifted closer to the man that came through the crowd to stand beside her. She shook her head at the other guy and shooed him away with a motion of her fingers before glancing at Tripp. "Now that's a drink.. thank you." She purred softly, sincerely for his choice and for buying it for her.

"B**ch." The other guy muttered nastily at her and she laughed again, turning to say. "Thank you." Sweetly, before offering a speared cherry to Tripp.

"I was hoping you'd share one with me," he winked, taking the offered sweet on his tongue and lapping it away from the pick it was on. "Hmm.. he'll never know what he's missed, yeah?"

"Can't miss what he'll never have." She smiled, her murky eyes brightening a bit as she leaned on the bar facing him. Jai speared another of the tiny red orbs and brought it to hover near his lips. "I must be feeling generous tonight." She winked at him, running her tongue over her soft lips.

"Hmm... seem to be running in short supply... giving me your only cherry," he teased, reaching to kiss it, but not take it.

She tipped the cherry to her own lips and plucked it away behind her playful smile. "Well since I gave it to you already.. I figured it might be worth a second taste."

"Worth a fourth and more," he agreed, trying the drink they'd come from to place more sweetness on his lip in place of the sweet he really wanted. "Care to try a sip?" He offered, taking another and leaning close enough to kiss her as he set the drink back on the bar.

Her eyes never left his face as he took a sip of the fruity drink and offered her one. "Maybe.." She whispered in a trembling breath as he leaned so close to her she could feel his warm breath on her lips. Her hand lifted to softly touch his jaw and with their next breath her eyes were shuttering and her lips were brushing over his.

The light brush was met more solidly as he'd wanted and warned, though still distant enough to tease and leave her guessing. The sweetness of the drink masked only a little and he pulled away to take his vodka and offer her her glass before she tasted too much truth of his desires.

[Lovely]

She enjoyed the kiss more than she'd expected she would and much more than any other kiss she'd shared, Jai wasn't sure yet if that pissed her off or not. She licked her lips and tried to hide the smile by turning her head, taking her drink and sipping off it. Her neatly manicured nails strummed the side of her glass softly and she savagely speared another cherry from the fruity drink, dunking it into her vodka to soak up a different flavor. She followed suit with the others until the first drink was emptied of the remaining cherries, she pushed that drink away from her as it held no interest for her now. She swirled the pick in her vodka watching the red orbs spin and she chuckled softly, stabbing one with the little spike and popping it into her mouth. "Care to try something a little different?" She asked, turning after a moment with a vodka soaked cherry to offer him.

Perhaps it was only a trick of the lights that darkened his gaze, making the smoke seem to come from within his eyes rather than from the room around them. He'd very much like to take his drink off of her, but that's not entirely what she was offering... or was it? He held her gaze, neither blinking nor nodding, but grinning faintly, reaching to lap this one more carefully and skillfully than he had the first one, gliding it over his tongue a longer moment before sipping it away from view to savor.

Her sigh was barely audible as she watched him. "..and he's oh so talented with his tongue.." She murmured softly, her eyes almost seeming to glow a little as the light caught it from a different angle as she shifted. She wanted to stay here with him and explore the mysteries of the man who was holding her attention and interest more and more, yet she wanted to get away.. with him somewhere dark ..alone.. where she could dive deeply and uncover all his secrets. This feeling, desire.. realization -scared the shit out of her. She -wanted- him, not to toy with, not to ease her boredom temporarily, not to buy her drinks.. not to be the token boy, like the guy who came from Harvard to attend social events with her... she just wanted Tripp.. wanted to be wrapped up in and with him.. and her accelerated mind took hold of the thought and ran with it.. Closing her eyes for a few seconds she commanded her brain to stop, though it didn't want to listen. "I need to dance some more.." She spoke softly, more meant to herself but would most likely sound inviting to him as she shifted closer to him.

"'Different' is something I could savor for hours, pet," he murmured close to her again to be sure she heard over the music before accepting her invitation and backing into the crowd that seemed to melt away to make room for him and her if she followed closely enough.

She followed closely, her legs shifting and moving in unison with his as if walking were a sensual dance in itself, her hands sliding to rest along his arms as if to invite him to pull her against him or perhaps to keep him from doing so. Pet? He couldn't know how close to the truth that was and how close he was to having his own preening and purring kitten. "Pet.." She murmured with a soft chuckle. "Couldn't you come up with something better for me? Sounds like I might shed on the furniture.." She gave him a wink, the rest of the bodies in the club had melted and blended away to a blur around them.

His movements were fluid but those of someone full of the beat and the deeper meaning of the music, not full of himself and the usual bar banter that bounced off the far too eager and ill-equipped to handle such a partner as this girl. He spoke to her in different levels and tones than words could, his eyes watching and his closeness saying more. After the length of song had worn down to a transition point he was at her ear to answer, his breath warmly and carelessly tossed though his words were carefully chosen. "When I hold your leash, I'll let you hold mine."

Her breath came warmly against his neck in return and there was a slight nod of her head, her form curling around him and easing effortlessly into the next song. The beat seemed to move her along him, her eyes catching the lights now and then, giving and eerie flash of glowing green. Her gentle, sensual and near perfect movements showed her unique grace and prowess at once and seemed to tell him she wasn't letting him hold her leash yet, but she was thinking about it.

His gaze resembled slow burning coals, darkened amber fiercely intent on nothing but her and the music. He was slowly becoming annoyed with the simple beat, ready for more raucous and driving bass that would spin the central group into a frenzy on the floor, but he was content not to stray far, letting his fingertips glide over her skin and finding her hem at his touch, unseen in the swarm as the crowd walled up around them.