Midnight Fantasy
She Wolf
Sitting across the bar, staring right at her pray,
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way.
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent,
The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student.
*****
He watched her as she glided into the bar. She was tall, not as tall as him but tall nonetheless, her hair was a dark raven colour and she was pale but not sickly so. He couldn't tell the colour of her eyes from this distance but he could guess they were dark. He watched as she made her way over to the bar, she wasn't the youngest woman in the bar that night but every male eye was on her. It was like there was some sort of magnetic, animalistic pull towards her that every man and a few of the women were attracted to.
Watching her progress through the bar he noticed with interest as a few of the braver men in the bar approached her. Seeing her blow those off with cool disinterest made the desire in him to approach her all the more apparent. He wasn't sure why he'd want his ego bruised like the rest of the men that had approached her but he was going to give it a shot. Taking another sip of his beer he felt someone's eyes on him, looking towards the bar he repressed a smirk at seeing her eyes on him. He was feeling brave at seeing her watching him and winked at her lavishly. He was surprised when he saw her wink back at him, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
Sliding off of his seat he made his way towards her. Pushing his way through the crowd he smiled when he saw she was waiting for him. Gesturing to the seat beside her he sat down, not taking his eyes off the beauty in front of him.
After a few minutes of silence she turned to him, her dark, shining eyes looking over her drink, which he realised with surprise was a scotch whiskey and not a vodka or cosmopolitan like he'd thought. Looking back up at her he smiled, his hand lightly brushing the back of her hand, the one playing with the rim of her glass.
'Emily, Emily Prentiss,' she introduced herself smiling back at him, extending her hand to his. Shaking it gently he replied, 'Morgan. Derek Morgan.'
*****
To look at the single man I've got on me a special radar,
And the fire department's hotline in case I get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
I'm having a very good time in the heat, very bad in the arms of a boy
AN: Hey well this is like a little oneshot/drabble/songfic thing I just wrote. Obviously I was listening to She Wolf by Shakira while I wrote this. Please R&R. Caramel. :)