A/N Special thanks to Magic713, fallenstar-alexis, LAF108 and Can't Believe It's Not Butter! (Haha, love the name by the way...) My first four reviews EVER! I swear, after reading each one I was grinning like an idiot for hours on end... So, agreeing with LAF108, I decided to post the second chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. =)
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. I only own the characters mentioned in chapter 1 and the plot to this story.
Chapter 2
'A hundred?! Wow, this guy is desperate! Not to mention loaded.... Perfect...' She smiled appreciatively as he tucked the hundred securely into the left side of her thong and held her tightly by the waist lest she should fall. As the remaining dancers made their way onto the stage and the rest of the audience directed their attention to the multi-colour clad group doing their own routine, she gently pulled his head down closer to hers as she breathily whispered in his ear, "You know, for two more of those I could easily satisfy your needs much more than any of your previous lovers ever could hope to dream of doing...." She gasped slightly as she felt him tense at that, the action causing his hands to dig a little too deep into her waist for her comfort. Needless to say, that was probably not the smartest thing to say when one is half naked and at the mercy of a total stranger, which, might she add, didn't in the least bit seem like the scrawny and overweight men she usually had the...ahem...'pleasure' to entertain.
Danny winced as he heard her gasp, but only slightly loosened his grip. He complied with a gentle, yet needing kiss to her lips. He immediately felt her relax and smiled. She pulled him closer in response only to pull away slowly again to whisper another invitation to his heatening ear, "Take me to your place. And tonight I'll be your goddess... Let me be your drug..."
He only smiled bitterly into the base of her neck. Oh, the things he does for love... Just to be inside her again... Even if it was just pretend. He could pretend. He didn't mind. Hell, it beat thinking about swallowing razors the whole god-damn summer!
"Okay" was the only reply she got as he set her back down and stepped back to take off his black hoodie to reveal an equally black, yet not as baggy long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. It fit him perfectly, she decided. God, don't I know how to pick 'em... she thought as he held out the hoodie to her which she replied with a questioning look on her delicate features.
"It's cold outside. Plus, I'm guessing it would look weird for you to climb into a taxi half naked." He offered with a sheepish smile. She just shook her head and took the dark piece of clothing from him and quickly slipped it on as she followed him outside. She silently laughed. 'What a dork...'
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The ride to his apartment was awkward to say the least, and quite frankly, it was starting to piss her off. The whole ride back she kissed him, touched him, anything to get a reaction out of him. She needed him, without him, she was broke and Murphy would have her head if she returned to him empty-handed. She pulled every trick in the book and still this guy was giving her the cold shoulder! By the time they reached the door to his apartment she was fuming. As he shut the door behind them, he still refused to look at her, she snapped.
"What the fuck is your problem?! I drag my willing ass over here and not once do you even pretend to notice my existence!" she yelled at his back as he faced the window on the other side of the living room. She could see the muscles in his shoulders tense, but that was all the reaction she got. She growled.
"Would you just look at me?!" she yelled as she grabbed his shoulder and turned him around roughly to face her. Her eyes widened when she saw the absolute rage on his handsome features. She could practically feel the anger singe her skin that was radiating off of him. But what scared her most was the fact that he was... crying...? With his clenched fists and teeth bared at her she slowly backed away silently wishing, once again, that her gun was loaded. Whether to be trained on him or herself was indeed the question racing through her mind.
She silently cursed her over impulsive nature as he backed her up against the wall next to his front door where he trapped her with his hands beside her head. He was seething, eyes filled with pain. 'Huh... So this is how I'm gonna die? What a perfect ending to an equally fucking perfect life...' Her hands were trembling where they were pressed roughly between his hard chest and her heaving breasts.
"Don't. Ever. Touch me like that. Again." He breathed deeply onto her pale face as she desperately tried to calm herself. No man has ever scared her like this. And she'll be damned if she allowed this to continue.
"What? Is that only your girlfriend's job? Let me guess... She was a fuck-up in bed? Is that what you were doing in the strip club tonight? Yearning for what she could never give you...?" By now her composure was back as she stared him down with a knowing smirk. When he said nothing, she slowly loosened her hands from between their heaving chests and smoothed them down the length of his lean and muscular torso to where she started playing with his belt.
Danny closed his eyes and restrained himself from strangling the girl, no, woman before him as she undid his belt with skilled hands. And he was faintly reminded of the same act done by a very different girl at a time when he was in a much more pleasant state of mind, a time where nothing could go wrong, a time when an act like this brought him nothing but joy and contentment. Of course, that was a long time ago.
He snapped back to reality when he felt her soft lips gently tug at the skin on his neck and her hands coming dangerously close to shrugging off his jeans. He swiftly grasped her wrists and pinned her roughly to the wall, the action causing her to snap her head back to its previous position as she hissed in pain.
Fuck this, she was now officially pissed off. How dare he?! "Fuck you, you-"she was cut off abruptly as he crashed his lips onto hers. Her eyes widened, but slowly closed them as she felt his tears hot against her cheeks. All the passion and adoration he poured into that kiss made her wish that all that was directed towards her. Hell, she almost believed it was for her. Whoever this girl was that he was so uptight over she wanted to damn.
She shook the thought off and jumped straight into professional mode. She couldn't be thinking of things like this. 'Now to see what makes this boy tick...' she thought as she metaphorically stepped into her persona's stilettos. She is Siren, Murphy's goldmine. There's no way in hell she's going to mess this up.
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