[[NC-17 for sexual relations *wiggles eyebrows* Please excuse the smut, I'm still practicing smut writing]]
Ali was still swaying her hips, though with less abandon as the song ended and Angel jumped off stage and stalked in her direction. She'd only been hoping for the chance to flirt with him later, she hadn't actually thought she'd get somewhere with her flirtations. But he cut through the crowd like a cat on a mission as Guns n' Roses filled her head, and didn't bother speaking as he reached her, simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him back to the stairs. She didn't argue or linger, but trotted after him without even a glance back at her sister. She'd understand.
Not that Ali really gave a crap one way or another; she was too busy admiring the Were practically dragging her up the stairs. She practically had to lope to keep up, but it didn't matter as he threw open a door and spun her into it, pouncing on her almost the second her back hit the back wall. She heard the door slam, but didn't really acknowledge it as his lips crashed against hers like they were trying to bruise. Unamused by his manhandling, she bit his lip a little harder than necessary- it couldn't possibly hurt him, he was a Were-Hunter for gods' sake, but it'd get her point across- and he pulled back for a split second before slipping his hands behind her thighs and lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his lean waist, less for help holding her up but more because she could, and why bother resisting? She had him here now, and only for now, and she planned on taking full advantage of her position. ~Going straight to biting are we?~ His voice growled into her thoughts, and she simply let her head fall back, offering him the chance to return her affront.
Angel was pleasantly surprised. A part of him had expected her to shrink away, to realize she was in over her head by tempting a Were-Hunter and run. But she hadn't. She let herself be practically thrown into the back room and worried her lip with her teeth as she'd stared at him with dark, hooded eyes. She hadn't even hesitated to wrap her legs around him and that little bite she'd given him as his hands pulled at her clothes had been more of a turn on than he'd expected.
Her jeans were fucking pissing him off. They were tight- nice to look at- but getting them off would require setting her down. The thought was instantly banished as her head fell back and she bared her neck to him. He nipped his way from the spot below her ear down her neck to her collarbone, making her whimper and twitch, her hips pressing pleadingly against his. "Angel," she breathed his name, and he'd had enough of waiting; he curled his fingers under the waistband of her jeans and tore, the material giving easily to his strength. She squeaked in surprise, but surprisingly didn't push him away or wiggle to be put down to inspect the damage to her clothes. She simply giggled and arched her back against the wall, pressing her core, covered only by a tiny scrap of underwear against his own jean clad cock. With a thought, his jeans were gone, and she made a purring sound as she reached her hand between their bodies, stroking his cock uninhibited by underwear. He didn't bother with under garments, which seemed to please her, if her second, louder purr was any indication. Her sounds were riling up his leopard, who demanded to have her right that second, and Angel didn't see any reason to wait. Foreplay was overrated for a one nighter.
He only meant to move her lacy shorts aside, but he ended up tearing those from her skin as well, and without waiting to see if THAT would succeed in annoying her, he shifted his hips and slid himself inside her. A groan tore from her throat in sync with the growl from his, and her hands slid to his lower back, curling against his skin and digging into his flesh as she attempted to pull him even deeper into her. He pulled out a little, and thrust back into her, her back slamming against the wall behind her, her legs tightening around his waist. Again, and again he thrust against her, enjoying the way she gasped for breath with each push. She'd struggle for a breath as he lulled back out of her, and lose it in a sharp cry as he impaled her against the wall. Her fingers dug into his back, but not her nails, and she cried out, and he felt his leopard struggling for control. He managed to contain his animal urge; the poor little human could take a lot, but not everything he could give her, and he didn't want to damage her.
She cried out his name as she climaxed, the strangled cry of his name actually lit with laughter, and for the first time in a while, her cry brought him to climax with her. He pressed his body against hers, using her leverage on the wall to keep himself straight up on his feet as he spilled into her. He felt her nails start to press against his flesh, but they were quickly replaced by simple fingertips, and now that he was finished, he couldn't help wonder why she refused to mark him. A Were-female would have been more than enthusiastic enough to publically announce that she'd had him, and to remind him of her by the angry red lines she'd leave on his skin. Ali's nails wouldn't do as much damage- other human woman's hadn't-, and he'd not have minded the marks, so it was an odd sensation to feel her actually flinch away from it.
He set her down and redressed himself, leaning in to cup her face and give her one last kiss, hard enough that he felt her shiver beneath his touch. He pulled away, and instead of distant and dazed, she was almost brighter than before, her eyes dancing with mischief and she pointed laughingly down, and he realized he'd really fucked up her clothes. Her underwear was nothing but a small scrap on the ground, and her jeans had torn straight down the crotch, making it impossible to redress in either.
"A little help?" She asked, her voice huskier now from the screaming. He grinned and winked at her, dressing her in a pair of equally tight pants to those she'd had. But these were leather, black leather, contouring to the curves of her body like even her new pants couldn't resist copping a feel of her ass, made even sweeter by the fact that only he'd know there was no underwear this time. Just smooth, supple leather over bare flesh. Just the thought made him want to growl aloud.
She squeaked again. The hell was he doing?! "These are NOT my jeans."
"Nope." He said, opening the door to leave. He shot her another glance, his eyes dancing with mirth at her expense.
"Then why am I in them?" She asked archly, shooting him a mock version of a glare when he chuckled.
"Because I like the way you look in them."
She laughed and rolled her eyes, flitting out of the room as she shook out her unruly hair, and turned to grin at Angel as he followed her. Contrary to the usual rumors of exhaustion after sex, Ali felt supercharged, alive and buzzing with energy. Angel watched her with a deceptively casual look, but she knew his thoughts; was she going to turn clingy on him? Go all 'true love' 'meant to be' on him? Answer; nope. Though it was arguably the best sex she'd ever had, she had no delusions that Angel was going to be anything more than a one night thing. So she flounced over to him, kissed his cheek, and went to bound down the stairs to go dance off some of this new energy.
She hit the bottom stair as another song hit its chorus, and bounded over to the bar, pushing her way between her sister and Bambi. "Miss me?" She cooed playfully, high on the experience she'd just been awarded.
Brynna laughed and nodded. "Terribly. So how was it?"
She grinned at both girls and at Kyle as he lingered near the girls, hoping for gossip too. Bambi was still looking sour, but Ali couldn't bring herself to care. "A lady doesn't kiss and tell." She lilted, making the others laugh.
"And apparently neither does Ali." Kyle teased. Ali dropped her jaw as though she were shocked and appalled, making the others laugh again. "Mean! Mean and uncalled for!" She giggled as Kyle set a soda in front of her. "Look, I'm not prepared to say it was the best sex of my life… but I'm not prepared to say it wasn't!" She crowed as Brynn and Kyle burst into laughter. A new song came on and Ali shrieked in excitement. "I love this song! Brynna dance with me?"
Brynna looked amused. "I'm exhausted, I can't dance again right now. And YOU should be too, else someone's not doing their job properly!"
"No, I'm just weird and hyper after…" She wiggled her eyebrows and shimmied her hips, but pouted immediately after. "Fine, I'll just find someone else to dance with me."
She danced her way to the floor, feeling the bass buzzing in her bones, and she spotted Trip on her way. She swung past him, grabbing his hands and pulling him with her, away from the table he was leaning on. "Dance with me, Trip!" She laughed, pleased but not surprised when he willingly went with her. Trip was reliable in that he was always up for a laugh or a dance.
From the far side of the stage where he'd been inspecting his guitar, Angel narrowed his eyes on Trip as Trip's hands started feeling up the same squiregirl hips that he could still feel against his own. He felt his jaw clench and he sent a mindlink to Ali, despite knowing she couldn't respond. ~Cut it out Squiregirl.~ He warned. He didn't like watching that shit. Not for any bullshit sentimental reasons, but because he didn't want to have to watch Trip feel up the girl he'd just fucked. Disrespectful, that.
She looked over to him and just grinned that mischievous grin of hers, turning her head away from him to keep dancing, her back to Trip's chest, and he growled under his breath as he crossed around the dance floor to go back to the bar. Since she was ignoring him, he directed his next link to Trip. ~Back off, Trip.~
Trip looked over to him, surprised. ~Hey, man, she asked me to dance, not my fault.~
~NOW, Trip. I'm not playing with you.~
She felt Trip's hands leave her waist to grab her shoulders. "Sorry, little girl, seems I'm being told to back off."
She just laughed and leaned back into him. "Aww, since when do you follow orders?" She asked. Now she was just being troublesome to be troublesome, and Trip laughed, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "This from the girl who makes her living following orders." He teased.
"Not tonight she doesn't." She laughed. He groaned and shook her shoulders. "I'm outta here before you get me killed. Have fun, sweetheart, I'll see you back at the bar for a drink." And Trip was gone. She turned to see Angel by the bar, smirking to himself, and huffed in agitation. Ugh. Stupid territorial Were-Hunters. She'd show him. Before she could even think of a way to get back at him, though, a guy had slipped into her line of vision, smiling hopefully.
"Can I help you?" She asked, tearing her eyes from Angel.
"I noticed your dance partner left, wanna dance?"
Her eyes darted back to Angel, and her smile was self-satisfied as she answered his question without looking away from Angel. "I'd love to."
Angel felt his jaw clench again as his leopard growled in annoyance. This girl was determined to get under his skin tonight. ~Squire, I'm warning you...~
She looked back at him with a sly smile, shrugging her shoulders like 'what?'. He gave her a pointed look. ~I'm trying to work over here.~
Another shrug, as she danced with her back to her partner's chest so she could mouth her answers at Angel. 'So work.'
~It's hard when you're determined to piss me off.~
'Just having fun.'
~You keep having fun with other men, and I'm gonna drag you back upstairs and show you what happens when you tease me, little girl.~ He threatened.
She only grinned, and spun back around to dance with her human partner, pretending to ignore him. He growled and slammed his rag on the counter, startling Dev who'd just walked up. "What's eating you?"
"You're starting shift?"
"Yeah, just got in."
"Good. I'll be back." He stalked past him out from behind the bar and out to the dance floor.
Brynna came back from the bathroom and came to stand next to Bambi, searching the dance floor for her sister. "Where's Ali?"
Bambi pointed to where Ali was dancing with a human guy, which wouldn't have been unusual, except that she was clearly having a silent conversation with someone across the room. Brynna followed her eyeline, and raised an eyebrow in surprise. Angel was glaring at her baby sister with a venom she'd seen before, in Xander, when other guys started flirting with her. Before she could comment, though, Bambi did.
"What does she think she's doing? I mean, these guys aren't exactly known for monog-" her scold trailed off as Angel slammed a rag down and pushed past a confused looking Dev- or one of the other quads, who knew for sure- and stalked out to the dance floor, directly to where Ali had just turned her back on him.