Yeah I know, I have another story to be working on but I watched the tango clip way too many times and a bunny escaped. Slippery little rodents.
Don't Own lost girl, never did probably never will.
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She gave Hale a reassuring nod as the lights dimmed and the music started. They could do this. They had to.
"One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four..."
"Stop counting Hale!" she whispered, terrified that someone would hear him. She had no idea that somebody's overly sensitive ears had already picked up on her partner's panic.
As she twisted him around so that her back was flush against his front she couldn't help but hiss between clenched teeth, "And hold me close, I'm not your Nona."
One of the pairs of eyes watching them narrowed. The siren was a bloody idiot. It took everything in his power not to pull her away from the other man and show her how close HE could get.
In an effort to try and pull Hale out of his terrified shell, she put a touch more of a grind in her hips than was necessary. Her effort was unappreciated. At least by Hale.
"Stop squirming." was all he could mutter. The angry look on her face was lost on Hale, but not completely unnoticed by the man watching.
She was about to reach the end of her rope. "Damnit, act like you want to rip my clothes off." She spun into his arms and leaned back, revealing the smooth column of her throat.
This was more than he could stand. He drained his drink in one swift swallow.
"Oh golly. That's more awkward than your attempt at small talk."
"I agree. Exscuse me." He grinned with anticipation and started for the dance floor. If she wanted someone who wished to tear her clothes off, She was in for a treat.
Kenzi's patience was at its breaking point when Hale smiled over head. "I got it, partner." Her head spun. Who was he talking to? She suddenly felt a flush of heat down her back. Dyson. FUCK! She had no choice but to go with it.
"You really don't." She supressed a tremor of desire at his voice. The things that man did to her. She gave herself a mental slap. FOCUS she told her inner Kenzi. She could only hoped he could keep up.
At the feel of his warn hands spanning her tiny waist, she gasped and laced her fingers through his hair. He tugged her across the dancefloor away from Hale, who had a dumbstruck look on his face. She would have laughed If she wasn't so busy trying to figure out who the hot chick he had been talking to was. Plus, he wasn't following her feet at all.
She spun away from him only to tug her back. As she fell into his arms, he swept her backwards as far as he could. That was when he saw the pale blue flames in her eyes. "Who's the brunette?" she asked with false sweetness.
There was no way he was falling for it. She was jealous, pure and simple. "Would you just shut up and let me less for once?"
She glared at him. If thats how he wanted to play, then she would play. For keeps.
They extended their arms gracefully before he pulled her to her feet again and captured her small hand within his own. They moved perfectly in sync, both in tune with the others body. Never once did his eyes leave her face. Staring into them, she could have sworn she saw them flash gold.
He lifted her slightly so her feet could fly through the air. Once they were back under her, he sent Kenzi spinning away. He held out his arms, anticipating her return but was disappointed when she went straight to Hale.
'Oh. Is that how it is?' The wolf thought to himself. 'Then lets go, little girl.'
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A.N. I mean no copyright infringement. I simply wanted to write about what they were possibly thinking. Review people! I'm starting to think I suck at writing. If you review mine, I'll review hours. Quid pro quo Clarice.