AN: Just so you know, I will be in the Mediterranean for spring break, so I won't be having any chances to update RDD until after. Since I loves the nice people who review me, and even the nice people who just read, I have written some sh-mut! Please, don't hurt me... I mean well!
Disclaimer: There is no way that JL would write something this sexy for daytime drama-ness. Well, Contact... never mind, but still, no mine, his!
I spot her from across the dance floor. Among the partying and drinking, she stands out. Wearing a business suit for chris'sakes! But a look at that face, and I can't look away.
It's like there's fire leaking out of every pore. She's the embodiment of everything perfect in a woman. The curve of her cacao-flavoured cheekbone, the ferocity in her golden eyes, the way her clothes only tantalizingly hint at the smokin' body wrapped inside of them, like a Christmas present. Well, I'm a naughty little girl; I'm gonna go open my gift, and it's only mid-November. God, she's making me hot...
She meets my gaze, undaunted. She stares me down, and it draws me closer, like the moon, and I am the ocean. And, the tides are changing.
I walk straight through the dancers, breaking apart couples who gasp angrily as their crotches are separated (poor widdle babies), and stop directly in front of her. Oddly, she is the one with laboured breathing. I reach out, grasping her waist, winding my hand up her back and into her hair, and kiss her full on the mouth.
She moans, and slides her hands up my shirt as a frat boy wolf-whistles next to us. I barely know what is going on, except I know I want more of her.
I break contact to look in her eyes, and they reflect what I am sure reads just as easily in my own: taxi, now. We run full tilt out of the crowded club, hail a taxi (which was conveniently possible, for once), and climb inside.
My head is roaring, my blood rushing wildly through its canals, sweat beading on my forehead while moisture of another sort builds further south. I feel like a high-schooler. My fingers crawl towards her across the velvety seat, and find her thigh. It is warm, and soft, and quivering, and I can barely stifle a moan myself. They slink higher, until they hit the jackpot, and she is soaked through. My mind goes blissfully blank. Then, a fork of heat blazes through me. She has followed my lead, and her small, cunning hand is sliding up my thigh and under my skirt. I shake violently. It reaches my panties, and a growl escapes my lips. The sound is low and feral, and makes her smirk wickedly. She passes the barrier, and my eyes roll back. I frantically unzip her pants, but the sound alerts the cab-driver, who looks back, and we both quickly with draw our hands.
We arrive at her apartment. We sprint up the stairs, and she hip-checks her door, which slams open. We look at each other, and slowly cross the threshold. The door is flung shut.
I rush to her, and loop my fingers into her waistband, pulling her close to kiss again before my fingers stray to her begging heat. She pulls off the offending garment, and now it's a race to see who can be freed first. I win.
She tackles me to the floor, and our thighs entwine, and the heat reaches an unbearable level. Our hips crash together at a miraculous rate, her teeth raking against my over-sensitized neck, my lips caressing her perfect collarbone, and then, everything is a peace, and it's light, and sound, and it doesn't move at all. I can't breathe for pleasure.
Then, I fall gently back to earth. And when I open my eyes, the beautiful woman is still in my arms. She looks up at me, groggily.
And I never, ever want to let her go. Because I want to do it again.