I'm in the mood for writing and Hanzii told me to write oneshots, so here I am! If I fail my exams, it's all her fault!
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He spins her faster and faster as they dance around the room, the most elegant couple in there. She smiles as his grip on her waist tightens but not to the point of painful which would be all too easy for a vampire touching a human.
Myrnin looks deep into the chocolate brown eyes of his date and smiles back at her as he listens to the music: one, two… three… carefully, as not to hurt her, he lifts her into the air and whirls her around, the most elegant woman in the room.
Dressed to perfection in a burnt orange dress, tastefully showing her cleavage and enhancing her curves, Claire's skirt of her dress fans out around her legs as she continues her flight in mid air, showing no sign of falling to the ground. He tightens his grip on her arm as she shows a sign of falling but no such thing happens when Myrnin is holding onto her!
From across the room, Amelie stares at them, almost in envy, almost in awe of the perfection of their movements. The vampire boss and the apprentice, invited to the ball together for they have no partners, united as one – on the dancefloor at least. She had never expected Myrnin would be able to dance as well as this, nor that Claire would actually manage to complete some of the movements even experienced dancers struggled with.
But she turns away, back to Sam, and leaves the two dancers to dance to their heart's content…
The rest of the room, however, continues to gape in shock at the flawlessness of the movements, at the utter trust Claire has in Myrnin, her boss, her friend. Slowly, he lowers her back to the ground and she grins widely, showing off her beautiful pearls of teeth, a direct contrast to the natural golden hue of her skin. She is utter perfection to him and he knows it. The way that her brown hair is pinned back from her face in a ballerina bun only heightens the beauty of her face, something which he his desire to touch is growing more and more as the days pass.
"And relax," Myrnin murmurs as the song draws to a close, and he begins to end the dance in a most elegant style. They slow in their movements, his hand snaking away from her hip and flailing out to the centre of the room before he spins her into him and leans her backwards into his other arm. With that, the music ends right on cue and the room bursts into applause for them.
Slowly, he helps her up and she stares into his eyes, unable to move from the effect the captivating orbs is having on her. She can't do anything but feel every tingling sensation the light touch on her arm is giving her body, do anything but feel his every breath on her skin, do anything but watch him.
He then bows to her formally and breaks the connection, if only for a moment. She shudders slightly as the link is severed and a waft of cool air drifts over her heated body from the dancing before he returns to her level.
"Would you like to dance again, milady?" he asks her politely, a burning desire for her only just masked beneath the surface of his eyes. She smiles and takes his proffered arm but shakes her head, deciding that the need for a drink is more than the desire to dance with him… something about him is so intoxicating, she lusts after him more and more as the time flies.
He takes her to the refreshments table designed mainly for the few humans in attendance and hands her a sealed bottle of water, remembering from something she had said in the past that she only drinks unopened things. Even though this is a party for vampires and the drugs could be detected in an instant, it's best to be sure.
She drains the bottle of water in an instant but declines the offer of a second one, instead losing herself in Myrnin's eyes again. She can't see anything but his face, the way that his eyes sparkle in the light and the way that he seems to want her more than anything.
This realisation of his emotions makes her realise that she wants the exact same thing, that she feels exactly the same way as him.
"Myrnin," she whispers his name softly, her hand extending out to meet his perfect face. She strokes the smooth cheekbone which protrudes from his skin at almost unnatural angles and he lets out an almost moan, unable to hold back his feelings any longer.
"I love you," he says into her ear as he takes her waist, pulling her closer to him.
"I love you too," she responds, brushing back his curly brown hair with one hand, continuing to move the other over his perfectly sculpted face, wondering why she had never done this before. The desire to kiss him is overwhelming, so much so that she whispers, "There's a room over there – come with me."
He looks amazed at her reaction but does as she requests, taking her by the arm in the direction she pointed out and smiling as he does so: he never expected Claire Danvers to be the one who was propositioning him!
Carefully, she opens the door to the small room and slips in, turning the light on as she does so. He slides in behind her, slamming the door shut and turning her by the shoulders so that she is facing him.
Breathing heavily, she wonders what to do before he is suddenly kissing her, pressing his lips to hers with as much power as possible, his hands twisting into her hair. He pulls the grips out of her hair and lets the waves of hair fall over her shoulders before he musses it up even more with his fingers.
Claire's hands run down his back and untuck his shirt from his tuxedo trousers, sliding the jacket from his shoulders to reveal his broad figure. Her hands then move to the front of his shirt and she begins to unbutton it, pressing herself against him to continue the explosions of feeling throughout her.
His tongue pushes its way into her mouth and she lets out a moan as the sensation wracks her entire body. She can feel every inch of his exploration of her mouth and throat, feel every since place where his body is meeting her own… everything about him entices her and makes her want to scream to the world how she feels.
"I love you," she repeats against his lips as he kisses her, before she wrenches her mouth away so that she can breathe and not die – always a bonus! "Hmmm, stop it," she giggles about the fact that he is currently nibbling at her neck in a seductive manner. Carefully, he slides his hands down her back and begins to unzip the back of her dress, smiling as the material begins to fall down from her, revealing her perfect body. The material stops falling where it meets the place where her body is crushed against his but she ignores this, simply continuing to remove his shirt.
Somewhere inside her mind, she is aware that this is probably taking it too far too quickly, especially with a vampire, but she doesn't care. It's as if she has been twirled into a new world, that the lift made her not care about being this careful Claire but simply live life as it happens…
… And if that includes sleeping with Myrnin straight away, so be it!
Suddenly, however, the door is wrenched open and two others who were planning on doing what Claire and Myrnin already are stand in the doorway. Claire gasps as she sees them, instantly stopping kissing the vampire back and stepping away from him as far as the small room allows, grabbing onto the back of her dress.
"Whoops, sorry," the intruders say and shut the door, blushing, but the damage is done. The intrusion jerks Claire back to her normal self and she wonders just why she was going to do this, why she was reacting like such a slut instantly.
"I… I can't believe I did this," she mutters and zips her dress back up, pushing past the frozen man she was just with. He can't believe that she is leaving so suddenly; he thought she felt the same way as he does but evidently not… she must have made a mistake.
She ties her hair back again as she walks away from him, tears beginning to run down her cheeks as she processes what she just did: did she react how she wanted to, or did she do as the moment wanted her to? She doesn't know… all she knows is that she behaved wrongly and that she should take it all back.
Carefully, so that she doesn't crash into anyone because of the tears clouding her vision, she dodges the party and slips towards the wall to bring up the portal to take her home, where she runs up the stairs and into her room, slamming the door shut.
She jumps onto her bed and sobs into her pillow, still able to smell every part of Myrnin on her and wondering whether or not it was the right thing she did. She can still feel the way her nerve endings were set on fire by the kisses Myrnin laid over her body and wonders what it means: it was never like that with Shane.
Part of her wishes that she hadn't kissed him, that she hadn't done any of it, but another part… it makes her realise that she never confessed her feelings before tonight and everything had been the truth…
She loves him.
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