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author's note: i guess you've already noticed, but this symbol (/-/-/-/-/-) means that we're switching between perspectives. also, thanks for the sweet reviews. i really appreciate them. this story can go pretty much anywhere from here, so if you'd like it to go in any particular direction, feel free to let me know.
Lisa smiled apologetically, holding up her half-drunk seabreeze.
"Sorry, I already have my drink. It's sweet of you to offer, though." she scanned the room hurriedly, searching for Taylor. She self-consciously tugged her strapless shirt up a millimeter and a half, once again cursing inwardly that she had let herself be talked into wearing it. Somehow, Taylor had the gift of bringing out the fun in other people, and she seemed to have made it her life's work to turn Lisa into the party animal that she claimed was hidden away.
The disappointed man eyed her gloomily, swirling the two ice cubes around in his glass of bourbon.
"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he mourned, gazing at her with almost-compelling puppy-dog eyes that some men seemed to master so well. "It's just, well, my wife just left me, and I've been feeling so lonely, and I thought maybe you were lonely too, and maybe we could help each other to not be lonely." He let out a practiced sigh, and simultaneously looked down into his drink, moving as though choreographed.
Lisa looked at him, horrified, wondering if he was planning to cry. How far did men go these days to get the job done? Luckily, at that moment, she felt a tap on her shoulder and smelled the sweet strawberry perfume that could mean only one thing.
"Here, sweetie, I got your drink." Taylor handed her the second seabreeze, and looked at her seriously, though her eyes were laughing. "Want to go find the guys?"
Lisa felt a split-second of confusion and then caught on. "Yes, let's."
The man glanced at both of them suspiciously, and then shrugged, going back to his drink. "Not my type anyway," he muttered to himself."
"Nice," commented Taylor.
Turning away, Lisa and Taylor made their way through the crowd, giggling.
"So, what line did he use?" asked Taylor.
"Oh, he told me his wife just left him."
"Hm. My favorite is the one where they tell you that their pet just died. It's a classic."
Lisa rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. "Let's sit here," she said, motioning to a two-person table.
Taylor nodded, and set her sparkly blue purse down.
"By the way," she said, "you look amazing tonight. Seriously, thank God I convinced you to wear that top! Everyone is drooling over you. Including me."
Lisa laughed, throwing her arms around her friend. "Stop trying to sweep me off my feet, you heartbreaker."
Taylor gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Come on Sassy, finish up that drink so we can go dance."
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Jackson sat at the bar, nursing a scotch. His eyes, never still, watched all the points in the room of high concentration, lingering helplessly on dancing women, as any man's would. He knew he couldn't, shouldn't stay long, he had too much work to do, but damn it, he deserved a night off. He took a large swallow of his drink, relishing the almost painful way it hit the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
Suddenly, he noticed the focus in the room shifting. There were two girls, near the center, dancing together, and all of the males in the room were looking at them. It wasn't something that anyone would notice, just a shift in the consciousness of everyone there, but it was the same way as when a beautiful girl walked down the street, and everyone felt her presence. You couldn't help but turn to see.
These two girls dancing just about owned the room. their bodies moved together in time to the music, hips swaying, hourglass figures bending. Hair tossing from side to side. One was facing towards him, and the other facing away. His eyes were drawn to the second. Her hips switched in a figure eight motion, and her finger tugged on her own dark-brown hair, weaving through it and pulling. The other was a blonde, with big blue eyes watching the crowd. She seemed somewhat protective of the other girl, because whenever someone got too close to her, she would pull the brunette in another direction.
Jackson chuckled. Like any normal man, he would never pass up watching two girls doing anything together.
Blondie leaned close to the still-faceless brunette and yelled something. The brunette nodded, and continued dancing, while the other wound her way sinuously over to the restroom.
Almost immediately, two men approached the brunette on the dance floor. They began to dance with her, one grinding her from the front and one from the back. Jackson smiled appreciatively at the two opportunistic men.
But then she turned around and his world fell away.
It was her.
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Lisa didn't really mind the two men dancing with her. It might have been the booze, or the way that she had gotten much more comfortable with herself recently since she began rock-climbing and swimming, but she really wasn't as scared of men as she used to be. Possibly, she had grown as a person.
The seabreezes hadn't made her drowsy, but pleasantly detached from her surroundings, and made her feel slightly as though she were floating. She closed her eyes and moved her body slowly in rhythm, enjoying herself. She knew that once Taylor returned from the restroom, she would chase these two hooligans off, but until then, she would make the best of her situation. That seemed to be her motto. As far as mottos went, it wasn't as depressing as some, (Life's a bitch and then you die, for example,) and it certainly wasn't uplifting like others (dance like there's nobody watching, blah blah blah)it just seemed right for her. She couldn't make herself believe that life was all puppies and Christmas, because she had seen the world's teeth, but she also knew that there was a lot of beauty. So maybe the best that anyone could do was to be as happy during the good times, and accept the crap that always followed.
"Alright guys, party's over," she heard a sardonic, amused voice say. Lisa opened her eyes and smiled at her friend. Taylor was so protective of her. Lisa appreciated it, and opened her arms for the pretty blonde.
"I was ok," she told her. "It was sort of fun. Very warm."
"I bet," Taylor giggled. Then she became instantly serious, and moved her lips to Lisa's ear. "Don't look now, but the HOTTEST guy is checking you out."
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Jackson couldn't take his eyes off of her. He tried to put a finger on what about her was so compelling to him. It could have been the way her hair caught the light when it swished, or the way she bit her lip every now and again, but he didn't think that was it. Maybe it was because she looked so healthy. When she had been his job, she had been thin and bony, and so tired. Now, he could see, thanks to her strapless, midriff exposing shirt and skin-tight capris, that she had a lovely softness that seemed to be everywhere despite her flawless muscle definition. Her skin looked creamy and golden, and warm like butter. He wanted to touch her, to run his fingers through her silky hair and feel her hot, wet mouth against his neck. He wanted to...
No! He shook himself, refusing to finish the thought. If she saw him, she would kick up a shit, make a scene, and try to have him arrested. She hadn't seen him since he'd lain dying on her father's living room floor. She had no way of knowing that his company had busted him out of the hospital before he'd ever gotten to trial, especially if she'd been living here, in Hawaii. What was she doing here, anyway?
He was still watching her dance. Her friend had returned from the bathroom, and was whispering something to Lisa. With a jolt, he realized that the friend was looking at him with a grin on her face. He quickly turned back to the bar and downed the rest of his scotch, wincing as it tore into his throat like fire. He counted to sixty, then slowly turned back around, cursing himself for his lack of will-power. They weren't paying any attention to him, thank God. He sat there for a moment, watching her creamy shoulders move sinuously, when he had a devilish idea. He could dance with her, without letting her see him. If she saw him, he would be screwed. But if he could touch her from behind, be close to her, smell her, feel her...well, he had always loved a challenge, and this one would be worth it.
He opened his wallet, threw some money down onto the bar, and then made his way slowly onto the floor. approaching her from behind. He knew the friend would see him, but he also knew that he was good at disarming people, and that he would be able to smile away her protectiveness towards her friend by looking harmless.
It worked. And there was Lisa. He slowly moved behind her, sliding his fingers around her hips, gripping them possessively. He pulled her closer, his body echoing her movements, his chest barely kissing her back. He felt her start, stiffen, then relax and move into him. He delicately sniffed at her sweet hair, moving his face down along her neck, not quite touching her but letting her feel his breath.
He heard her gasp, and slightly arch her back, moving so little that no one could see it, but he could feel it. He slowly ran his hands up to her belly, fingers delicate and light. He couldn't believe it when she moved her ass slightly against him, still weaving her hips from side to side. He had no idea she would be so responsive to him. She let out a tiny whimper, sounding almost like a kitten, and he moved his lips to her ear, biting his tongue to keep himself from whispering her name.
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She felt his harsh breaths in her ear, and his grasping fingers at her waist. He was long, lean and hard behind her, moving flawlessly with her, following every movement she made like he was reading her mind. Her skin was humming everywhere he touched her. She couldn't breathe, she was so aroused. She closed her eyes, and leaned back into him, wanting to feel every inch. She ran her fingers up his arms, feeling the sinewy strength in them. She noticed lips moving down her neck to her shoulder, and couldn't help letting out a tiny sound.
He was rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating against her back, making the breath catch in her throat.
She felt like they were swimming in the music, held up and buoyed by it, and it was pulling them along like a current. His breath was so hot against her neck, it made her shiver with pleasure. Hands moved down her hips and cupped her ass for a moment, before sliding down to feel her thighs. She felt no shock or fear, just like her whole body was heavy and damp with wanting him. She wondered who he was. She wanted desperately to see his face, to see who it was that was making her body feel so damn good. She started to turn her head to look at him, when she was stopped by his hand running up into her hair, holding her head in place, grabbing her roughly but massaging her scalp with his talented fingers at the same time, so she didn't even have time to imagine protesting.
If she had been thinking clearly, she would have realized that this was completely unlike her. She would have also felt a familiarity in the body behind her, one that would have made her weak with fear, but she was in no position to notice. She recognized dimly in the back of her mind that later she might have to explain her actions to Taylor, and definately to herself too. But right then, all she could do was get lost in the sensations he was giving her, and lose her mind with longing.
Suddenly, she felt him withdraw, and realized with an aching loss that he was no longer touching her. She spun around to look for him, but she didn't know what to look for, and all she saw was strangers dancing in the darkness of the club.
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