Author's note: I was going to make this a Sam/Jack shipping, but figured I'd make it generic for all you other shippers out there. I mean, it's Sam, but you can choose the guy. Or replace the descriptions I used for Sam. Whatever. Haha.
-Summary credits go to Bayside for their song 'The Wrong Way.'
He watched her as she walked to the bar, empty glass in hand and seductive smile on her face. She flashed that sexy grin to every guy in the room, inviting them to make a move. No one dared move from their spot though; she was playing a game and they were too scared to take their turn.
She brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders in a wave, and her bright blue eyes briefly met his. A spark lit in his stomach and he couldn't breathe for a moment; the room spun. She was magical.
She offered the bartender her glass and he filled it with a brandy mix that sparkled in the dim lighting. He watched as she raised the glass to her lips, taking a long sip. A man stepped up behind her and put her hand around her waist. He bit her neck and kissed the spot, and brought his mouth up to her ear. He whispered something sweet into it, probably a promise of desire, and she spun around and kissed his passionately.
The man's glass fell to the floor and broke, all the shimmering pieces scattering around the floor. The kiss was relentless, and he heard a soft plead from the man for a break. She grabbed his ass and rubbed against him, danced against him, and he caressed her breast.
He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, this man was being played. He would be turned away by the end of the night. And he was right.
All of a sudden, the woman pushed away. The man stood aghast, not believing. He pleaded with her to stay, to leave. He needed her. But she turned and headed toward the bathroom.
He watched her walk in and turned toward the man. He watched him as he cried. What a hopeless sap.
He walked towards the restroom and waited for her to come out. As she exited, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to him. He pressed his groin against hers, his pulsing with the throbbing club beat. He ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her breast, coyly playing with her nipple. He kissed her ear, her cheek, her jawbone, her neck. He nipped softly and heard her moan.
He nearly drooled at her scent; a soft flowery smell that made him feel as if he were floating. She pressed against him and swung her hips to the music. The lips met in an exploding spark and their tongues fought and danced. He needed to be inside her; he needed to explore every inch of her body, taste every sensation of HER.
Her tongue lapped at his earlobe and her breath was warm. The wetness of it nearly made him come.
She ran her hands through his shadow hair and down his chest, briefly circling his nipples with her soft fingertips. She moved her hands farther down, feeling his back, his stomach. He nearly cried out when she cupped his ass, and then lightly tickled his g-spot. His pants were tight against his bulge and he threw her up against the nearest wall, pressing hard against her. She cried out and he pulled down her shirt and bit her breast.
He pinned her arms behind her and she arched her back, pressing harder into him. He groaned with pleasure and rubbed against her. Even through her pants he could feel her wetness with his hand.
"Let's take this to my place," she whispered suggestively in his ear. She had begun to lead him out when suddenly he left her.
He had just won a game so many men lost.