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Music Muse-My Heroine by The Maine
XO,
Emmy
Addiction
He watches his Old Lady laughing as she talks with Gemma and Lyla; every once in a while her eyes search the crowd for him and when she finds him, she smiles. She's managed to fit right in, after a few hiccups of course, but she's part of the family now, but every once in a while, on nights like tonight when the mood is subdued and relaxed he likes to think back on how it all started.
-XX-
The music is so loud he can feel the bass pulsing in his chest as his eyes are trained on the way the girl in the red skirts hips sway to the rhythm, her hands coming up to push at a cascade of raven black hair, and when she catches him staring she smiles. The way she moves her body is a sirens call that only he can hear and without thinking he follows it. His craving for her hits so fast and so hard, he's nearly knocked breathless, and licking his lips he starts to push through the crowd, the need to be close to her so fierce he doesn't think to question it.
Their first time is fast and sweaty; naked bodies pressing together in the dimly lit bathroom of the club, he doesn't care much, and if the way her nails rake down his back and her teeth sinking into his shoulder are any indication she doesn't seem to mind either. He drives into her relentlessly, but she keeps up, her hips meeting every thrust, and when his mouth seeks hers he finds the taste of her like a drug, and he needs more but before too long he's emptying himself into her. She gives a soft hum of approval as she pulses around him and before he can collect his thoughts she's smoothing her skirt back into place and checking her makeup in the mirror.
"Hey, what's your name?" he manages to ask just as she starts pushing open the bathroom door and looking over her shoulder she smiles at him.
"See you around Juicy," her voice is smoky as she pressed back out into the sea of people and by the time he manages to get his pants back up to go in search of her, she's disappeared.
-XX-
It took him a few weeks but he finds her, another party, another dance floor, and this time he's determined to not only find out her name, but to get her under him again. He slides up behind her, hands cupping her hips and drawing her close. The energy in the room from the music is palpable and when her arms come up to wrap around his neck he feels himself growing hard in his jeans. She rolls herself against him and his mouth grows dry. He turns her, and when her eyes open she grins at the sight of him, and grasping onto his leather she pulls him close to her, her lips a breath from his ear.
"I told you I'd see you around Juicy Boy," she says on a laugh and taking his hand she leads him from the packed dance floor and out into the cool night air. He takes the opportunity afforded to him and boxes her in against the side of the building. The light is dim, casting a shadow across her features and because he has a need that burns inside of him to see her face, to look into her eyes, he brushes the hair from her face. Her eyes are the color of warm honey and when she smiles they seem to grow even more warm which just seems inconceivable to him. His hands frame her face and with his lips close to hers he asks the question he's been dying to ask.
"Who are you?"
"Take me home and maybe you'll find out…"
-XX-
Their hands are on each other before the door even closes fully behind them. It's Juice who makes first contact, his hands craving the feel of her skin under his fingertips. As his hands push at the slinky material of her dress his lips take hers, the taste of her clouding his thoughts as fingers press into the tender flesh of her thighs.
She moans, hands squeezing his arms before she drops them to her side and divulges herself of the dress, tossing it over his shoulder, and then she's in the air legs circling his waist as he carries her to the living room; and once she's settled back onto the ground her desperation has reached the same fever pitch as his. He takes his time shrugging out of his cut and once it's on the arm chair, it doesn't take long for her to have his shirt off, her hands roaming over the tight skin of his chest and abdomen, nimble fingers quickly loosening his belt and popping the button of his jeans. His head falls back as she dips her hand into his boxers, a fire igniting deep in his belly as her hand strokes him to full attention.
His legs threaten to buckle when she drops to her knees in front of him, enveloping him in the warmth of her mouth and she gives a sound of approval when his fingers sink into her hair and pull. She's talented, shooting him quickly to the brink of his climax, and just as he begins to tense she pulls away offering a laugh in response to his instinctive groan of disappointment.
"Not yet baby," she murmurs as she nibbles along his clenched jaw, "I need to feel you Juice, all of you."
Later they lay wrapped in one another, exhausted from their very thorough exploits, and with sleep pushing to take him over he presses his lips to her hair.
"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" he wonders as his fingers lace with hers.
"Emma," she murmurs pressing in closer to him, "my names Emma."
"Emma," whispering her name with a smile he drifts off to sleep.
-XX-
"Hey baby," Emma's voice pulls him from his thoughts and smiling his arm comes around her, his other hand coming to rest on the child that grows inside of her; his child. "Where were you just now?"
"Back where we started," he says pressing a kiss to her lips but instead of pulling away she leans in closer so her lips are close to his ear.
"We can always sneak off to the bathroom, I'm sure no one will notice," she teases her teeth nipping flirtatiously at his earlobe, and he realizes, after four years, she is still his favorite addiction.