I own nothing except the concept, Ivy and Skye. I promise to only use other things for my own amusement and not to damage them in any way. I think.

The bass beat reverberated throughout his chest cavity as he made his way deeper into the New York City club. He vaguely wondered at the meaning of the name, Orange as he pushed through to the side of the dance floor. The thought of being mashed next to countless sweaty bodies didn't really appeal to him and he observed the indecent mating-like ritual. As a new song started up from the backbeats of the last, a small circle formed in the center of the floor. Draco moved closer to the people, curious to see what was happening. Through the haze, he saw a few bodies moving with little lights and his interest was piqued when he caught a glimpse of one of the dancer's faces.

"I guess the rumors of American girls being better looking are true..." he mused to himself as he pushed farther towards the core of the circle. The circle began to disband as a funky beat started and he saw two girls jump up and down with smiles on their faces... dear god, were they squealing? The crude rap song continued and they gyrated around each other as they shouted the lyrics. "What exactly is a hoochie mama?" he wondered, but lost his train of thought as he watched the one girl. Her serpentine grace made his stomach flip and his blood rush to his quickly hardening erection. Giving his libido a mental glare he went to the bar to grab a drink.

After a few songs, the two dancers moved off the floor for a break. Walking up to the bar, they ordered diet cokes with lemon. Leaning against the bar, their conversation drifted over to Draco's waiting ears.

"God, I need to get laid," one complained to the other while they laughed.

"Jesus, Skye. Don't complain. You're not the only one..." the one of Draco's dreams trailed off.

"Oh please. Don't try and pull that shit on me Ivy. You're the one who got kicked out of school for having sex in the boy's bathroom with Basil. I just wish you luck at your new school. I'll definitely come and visit you. They can't split us up for long."

"Give 'em hell for me, Skye. If you get kicked out, maybe you can go to this new school with me. Then we'll be able to wreak havoc once again!" Ivy exclaimed in excitement at such an amusing prospect. She could just imagine the Brits trying to deal with both of them at the same school, not to mention in the same classes. Glancing to her side, she saw an interesting looking guy. Silver blond hair, lean and icy blue eyes. That were staring right at them. Giving him a coy smile, she nudged Skye to show her the decided conquest for the night. Skye gave Ivy a wink and nudged her friend towards the demi-god.

After catching the gaze of the so-called "Ivy", she began to saunter over to him, with a look in her eyes that was unmistakable. She extended her hand to him, leaning forward to tell him her name over the noise and dim of the crowded club. He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss as he spoke his own name. No words were needed after that. She led him out of the club and into a hotel not nearly a block away. As he slowed to check in, she continued to pull him, flashing the key produced from her back pocket in front of his face. A sly smile was cracked and he gave her butt a slap as the door opened for them.

Once inside, he pushed her up against the door, efficiently covering her body with his own. Their mouths met in a furious duel and she could feel him pressed against her thigh. His hands on her hips, he lifted and she took the cue to wrap herself around his waist. He moved backwards with practiced ease and sat on the edge of the bed not a second before she pushed him back. Quickly divulging themselves of clothing, his mouth found a sensitive spot below her belly button. Moving lower, she couldn't contain the moan he caused with his mouth on her clit.

Her hands mussed his hair and he left her at the brink, deciding that foreplay wasn't necessary at this point. Apparently, she had the same idea as she flipped him over and thrust his penis into herself forcibly. Letting her take the initiative, she rode him hard and fast. Wanting more say in the matter, he flipped them again, staying inside her and pounded into her, loving the slick sheen of sweat under his hands as they roamed her body.

Arching into his hands, she burned every motion and smoldering stare into her memory, not wanting to forget any of it. The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room as her moans increased in volume and frequency. Wave after wave passed through her body as he spent himself in her. He wrapped his arms around her to subdue her quaking body and they drifted to sleep within minutes of their finished coupling.

Sunlight streamed through the room and Draco rolled himself over to block the shine from his eyes. He opened them fully when he realized he was alone in the bed. Straining his ears, he could tell the sound of the shower was missing. Lifting his aching yet satisfied body from the bed, he found a note stuck to his forehead, partially blocking his view. Peeling from his skin, he flipped it to read.

Draco

Sorry to leave you, but I have things to do today. I gotta say, I had fun. Maybe we'll see each other in the future.

Ivy

P.S. Don't worry about the room, it's already been paid for.

"Jesus," he thought aloud, "I just had the best sex of my life and now I'll never see the girl again..."

How wrong he was...

To Be Continued...when I have the time.