A/N This is just popped into my head last night, and I could sleep until I wrote it out, so here it is. Reviews are always appreciated.
One Word
The music pulsed and beat, absorbing into her, like her powers could absorb the thoughts or powers of others. She felt it glide along her flesh, and eerie tempo cascading down her body.
Every body she brushed, and person she touched, she felt more, she got more. Their thoughts, perceptions, she didn't take enough to hurt them, in fact they didn't even notice. But she did. She felt the heady rush of having someone else drive her along. The knowledge of someone else in her head, it had become her drug.
She continued to dance, feeling the music like no one else could, she pitied them all.
Then she felt him, over all the people in the club, she felt him. Even before his toned arms wrapped around her. She began to dance with him, sinfully, seamlessly, as though they had done this millions of times before. The push and pull of the music flowing through them, until she knew that he felt it differently too.
The beat became stronger as she felt him fill her mind, becoming a part of her. She held back, protecting him from her powers, sharing just enough. Just enough to keep moving, keep dancing. Still, she could feel the heat from his body surging into hers, a pulsing fire that flowed through her veins.
His hands moved to her hips, controlling the motions, moving her slower and slower, defying the beat, creating their own. The soft moan that escaped her lips wasn't all her own, she could feel his control, his desire, coupled with her own, it was overwhelming. His hands began to move all over her body, finally turning her completely around so they were face to face.
His blue eyes burning with desire latched onto her green ones. Not one inch of space was between them now, sealed so close to each other they could barely breathe. Then they were kissing, fast and passionately, their hands running over each others bodies. She moaned again, deep in her throat as his tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it. He continued the slow pace of their hips, as their months tangled up together in lust. He kept defying the music, telling her without words that they were different, better.
They finally broke apart gulping in air like they were dying. He looked deep into her eyes once more then began gently tugging her from the club.
No words were spoken as they reached his apartment, none still when the passionate kissing became more. Only moans could be heard as they undressed and fell into bed together, a tangled sweaty heap. He moved inside of her, hard and unrelenting. Their twin moans sounding out as he pushed into her, harder, deeper. Only when her breath finally caught, and she screamed her release, was the first word between them spoken, one single word, his name "Johnny".