Title: Intrigued (1/?)

Series: Stained

Authors: Regret and Cai

Pairing: Blaise/Oliver

Rating: PG-13 for the moment – sexual innuendo and blatant craving.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Emails: midnightmelodyshotmail.com (Cai) and theregretfairyyahoo.com (Regret)

Warnings/Spoilers: Not really. This is basically all in our own little world...Angst. Watch out for the angst...

Disclaimer: We don't own. We've no money. Don't sue. Won't do any good, anyway...the song is "Chained to You," off Savage Garden's Affirmation CD. We all know where the characters came from...

Dedication: Kass. It needs no explanation.

The sweating, twirling, moving mass surrounds me.

I can feel the arms and legs of others encircling me as we swirl around the dance floor.

Muggle music blares from the speakers around us and the lights are shifting crazily by the time I decide I need a break.

I can feel the moisture seeping through my cloths, the sweat and spit and...

And other things.

At least there aren't any stains on my jeans this time.

I sit at a random table, knowing the people there won't mind me.

Everyone here loves me.

And I'm not being vain.

They have reason to love me.

I am the entertainer.

I get things started.

I keep them moving.

My mood sets the tone for the rest of the night...

For everyone else...

And I enjoy it.

Happy...

Sinister...

Sleek...

Beautiful.

These are things I know about myself.

Shaking the honey-blond curls from my face I watch my table-mates kissing.

Tongue.

That's what I want.

Tongue.

Nodding to myself I look around for a likely partner.

I can feel their eyes resting on me.

The way they follow me...

I glance about...

And see someone not looking...

See someone not watching...

Not following my every move.

Egocentric?

I call it self-confidence.

The fact that I can know myself and my attributes so well.

But many say I'm self-centered and over-arrogant.

And still more love me for it.

But this person...

He sits at a table...

He sips from a tall glass...

And he watches the dancers...

But not me.

He doesn't even seem to notice me.

I stand and feel the breaths of those around me drawing in...

Feel the expectation rising...

They all know how the night will end...

They all know...

And this person does not.

This man, sitting in the club...

My club...

Doesn't suspect...

But he will.

He will know.

He will feel it by the time I am finished with him.

I walk near him...

To see...

If he will look up.

If he will make eye contact...

But...

He keeps staring out at the dancers...

The gyrating mass of bodies...

The people who seek oblivion...

Pumping to the music...

But...

Many of them are not dancing...

I grin.

I know what many of them are doing.

Have done it many times myself.

Will do it tonight.

With a man who, at this moment, doesn't know I exist.

Oh...

But he will.

He stands.

He walks onto the dance floor.

And he begins to move.

The current song ends...

Another begins...

"And I think about it all the time,

Sweet temptation rush all over me,

And I think about it all the time,

Passion desire so intense,

I can't take anymore because...

I feel the magic all around you,

It's bringing me to my knees,

Like a wannabe,

I've gotta be chained to you..."

I love this song.

And at this moment, I can't think of a better one to begin stalking him to...

He dances...

Magnificently.

Wonderfully.

It's like he's calling to me.

He turns and twists, wiggles and gets lost in the music.