Takes place in Illuminated. Scott wants to dance with Allison, as he can't get her out of her head. And to his surprise, she's thinking the same thing. Scallison Reunion fic, requested by jay. walker . 104
Despite the bright lights, the blasting music, and the overwhelming heat, Scott's senses were in tune as he shuffled through the crowds of people on the dance floor. And he could sense her.
He could smell her warm, vanilla scent; he could hear her choppy breaths as she danced; and he could see her beautiful ivory skin across the room, her face a beacon to him.
He pushed through the mass of bodies until he reached her. She was dancing alone, but still seemed to be enjoying herself. When she caught Scott's gaze, her body stiffened, her movements stilled. "Hey!" she shouted above the crowd, though she didn't have to shout with him. She knew that.
"Hey," he said, smirking at her as casually as he could. Parties had never been Scott's thing, and neither had flirting. Put the two together and it could only result in nerves. "I thought, uh, maybe . . . You look good," Scott settled on, gesturing to her barely-clothed body, covered in neon designs.
She smiled tensely. "Thanks. Uh . . you do, too," she answered awkwardly. Scott just nodded.
They danced in silence for a while. Scott struggled to stay on the beat, as Allison's heart beat was the predominant sound in his head. Without thinking, his hands absently moved to grab her waist. He realized his mistake a bit too late, but Allison didn't pull away. Instead, she placed her hands over his and gently guided them across her body, making his hands sway with her hips. She smiled up at him, timidly, and Scott's eyes sparked. He hadn't seen her smile like this at him in ages. It was almost like things used to be.
Before they knew it, they were chest-to-chest, swaying together as the music swelled and lights blurred their vision. "Scott," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his. He inhaled her wonderful scent and fought the urge to moan. He didn't really know if Allison really wanted this - if she felt the same way. For all he knew, she could just be enjoying herself, having a good time. She might even be drunk, unaware that she's dancing with her ex.
But something inside of him told him she was complete aware of her situation. And that she wanted it to happen.
So he kissed her.
It had been too long since he'd last tasted her, last touched her like this. But the agony of waiting paid off. The kiss was so much more than Scott had ever dreamed of. Allison was warm against him, her back arching as she leaned into him, smiling against his mouth. She tasted the same as always, and her lips were just as soft and tender as he remembered. His hands tugged on the ends of her hair and she ran hers down his back. And though they weren't exactly alone, Allison helped strip Scott of his shirt. It was a party, after all. Half the guys were shirtless.
"Come on, Alpha," Allison whispered next to his ear. Her breath made him shiver. "I want to paint you."
She dragged him over to a small table, where jars of neon paints were scattered about. "No peeking," she said, forcing him to close his eyes. She dug a brush into the yellow, sat Scott down on a chair, and started to drag the brush across his chest. He shivered, as it the paint was cold and her hands were delicate, but he was used to baring worse. He sat in agony as the bristles ran across his chest, aching to just reach out and hold her, screw the paint. But instead he let her do it, he let her cover him in paint while he sat quietly.
"Finished," Allison murmured, her hands on his shoulders. Scott opened his eyes and looked down at his chest, which was covered in an array of intricate symbols, with the one word displayed in the middle: mine.
Hers.
Scott liked the idea of being hers.
"Does this mean . . . ." he trailed off, looking up into her eyes. In reply Allison sat down on his lap, twisting her arms and legs around him and tracing the word on his chest with her finger.
"Yes," she smirked. "Scott McCall, you're mine now."