Title:
Clubbin'
Author:
Sarah
Feedback:
Love it, please leave it. . .positive or negative
Pairing:
Ang/Col
Word
Count: 524
Rating:
R
Genre:
Little
fluff/smuttish drabble
Summary:
Somehow
I think they're both enjoying the club
Notes:
Umm.
. .yeah. . .just inspired by something that happened the other day at
a club
Special
Thanks:
theprophecygirl
Spoilers:
Warnings:
Little
m/m hotness, but no actual sex
Disclaimer:
I
own nothing, I swear.
"Ang, I don't wanna dance," Collins grumbled, unmoving as his much smaller lover tugged at his hand, trying to pry him out onto the dance floor.
Pursing her lips, Angel dropped his hand. "C'mon honey," she whined. "You're not gonna sit here all night and drink beer again, are you? That's so boring!"
"You come here for your fun, I come here for mine," Collins reasoned, picking up his beer bottle and taking a swig.
Angel narrowed her eyes at him and slapped her hands in frustration on the skinny dark blue jeans she was wearing out tonight. Boy clothes seemed so much simpler to dance in, and Angel never wanted to be hampered when she was out at the club. Without a word, she straddled his legs and sat down on his lap. "Please?" she intoned, kissing him. "Promise I'll make it fun for you."
"N how're you gonna do that?" Collins murmured, her body so close to his catching his attention if nothing else. Angel grinned and glanced around quickly. She caught the hem of the tiny hot pink t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up over her head so that only her shoulders remained inside the shirt, the rest was behind her neck. Collins blinked, he was definitely paying attention now. Angel took his hands and placed them on her waist, then leaned in to kiss him.
"Can dance right here like this," she told him, low and soft in his ear, grinding her hips against his. He didn't actually hear what she said over the pulsing music, but he felt her breath on his skin and found himself immediately aroused.
"That could work," he answered stupidly, his hands traveling of their own accord over her waist and back.
"Mm-hmm," she agreed quietly in his ear, her lips beginning to work out from his ear along his jawline. She ran her tongue over his skin until she reached the coarse hair of his goatee and then she nibbled her way to his lips, which she captured in a fierce kiss, tracing her tongue along the lower lip, then working it inside his mouth. She smiled, feeling his hands slide down her waist, into the loose waistband of her jeans. "C'mon," she repeated, standing abruptly, still straddling him.
"Angel!" he exclaimed, glancing up to her smirking face. "That's not fair!"
"Never said I played fair, honey," she answered, her smirk turning to a self-satisfied grin.
"Neither do I," he answered, using the hands still on her waist to pull her closer to him. Keeping eye contact with her, he ran his tongue right up the center of her stomach and into her navel, which made her giggle. He smirked himself when her giggles were cut short as his tongue traveled back down and ran along the waistband of her jeans, dipping below for just a second.
"Collins!" she whispered breathlessly, her whole body stiffening.
"What baby?" Collins asked innocently.
"Think we should skip the dance floor and go straight to the bathrooms upstairs!" she answered quickly, taking one of his hands off her waist and yanking him insistently to his feet.
