Night Out
Author: Mrs. Ronald Weasley
Rating: Light R or M
Pairing/s: Chase/Cameron, Foreman
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Category: General/Romance
Summary: Chase, Cameron and Foreman at a club, things get a little heated between two of them.
Prompt: 017. Dance
A/N: Written for fanfic50. This is intended to be set before 'Hunting' although it could be also be set after if you wanted it to be. I do hope this does not come across as cheesy.
Cameron moved to the center of the dance floor, the beat of the music vibrating through her body. Of their own accord her hips began to sway, matching the rhythm of the song. She closed her eyes and raised her arms above her body, feeling herself get wrapped up in the song.
Opening her eyes, she spotted familiar blue ones working through the crowd towards her. She smiled seductively, beckoning him closer until finally he stood before her, their bodies pushed close together by the throng of people surrounding them. She moved closer to him, until they were just barely touching, both of them moving in time with the music but staying an inch apart.
Cameron was suddenly sent forward throwing her against the man standing before her. Her arms came down to his shoulders to maintain her balance and at the same moment his hands went to her hips, helping her stay upright. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and because of the closeness she couldn't help but notice how his body reacted to her. He slightly bent his knees until their hips were at the same level. His hands tightened on her as he pulled her closer until nothing but their clothing was between them, her soft curves molding to fit his hard angles. Allison wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him as they began to move, hips grinding together in time with the song that surrounded them.
Chase spotted her in the crowd, carefully pushing his way through the group of people towards her. He knew the moment she spotted him, signaling for him to come closer with that sexy grin of hers. He sidestepped around gyrating couples until he was standing before her, standing very close but not quite touching, and began to move with the music.
Chase watched as an over exuberant dancer knocked into her, throwing her into his arms. He reached out instinctively to steady her, his hands coming to rest on her hips as her arms came down on his shoulders. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressing into his chest and he immediately responded to her caresses. Bending his knees slightly he lined his pelvis up with hers, noting the way her body molded to his.
Tightening his hands on her hips he pulled her even closer, grinding his hips into hers and enjoying how she wrapped her arms tighter about his neck, her hips grinding with his in time with the song that surrounded them.
Eric Foreman leaned over the banister, perusing the crowd that moved about the dance floor below. He glimpsed a familiar face and looked closer. Yep, that was Chase alright, right in the middle of the crowd. Foreman took a sip of his drink, choking and spitting it back into the cup when the crowd parted momentarily, revealing who Chase was dancing with, and how close they were dancing. Tilting his head to see them better he frowned, for being such a conservative doctor she sure had some moves. He raised his cup to his lips again, grimacing as he recalled spitting back into the cup and set it aside, signaling the waitress for a refill. Grinning, he glanced back at the dance floor. Oh yes, the next day at work would be a good day indeed.