Introductions
"Well, Jonathan, did you know that it's rude to sneak up on a girl?" I placed my hands on my hips, making a show to being irritated and bitchy to cover how much he had caught me off guard.
"Did you know it's rude to talk about people behind their backs?" He challenged, arms crossed. Then he stepped forward, getting into my face, making me instinctual back up against the counter. I looked up into his eyes like a cornered prey, noticing specks of a hazel brown amongst the green that I was never able to catch before. In the mists of their beauty there seemed to be a darkness swirling in them; it seemed to scream danger yet invite me in all at the same time. My eyes moved to the golden bronze halo shrouding his head. His short, dirty blond hair looked soft and slightly shimmered in the lighting, curls mimicking miniature waves. Unwillingly and not of mine own will, my eyes happened to glance down at his lips which had curved up into a smirk. My eyes raised to meet his again seeing his amusement and the look he gave, daring me to kiss him.
He leaned in closer, his body pressing against mine and his eyes mischievous. "Like what you see?" He teased, his velvety low voice causing me to shiver. I felt his minty breath brush against my lips, muscles rubbing against me through our clothing, and I felt my breath come out a little bit faster. "Because," he continued, "I certainly do," and with that he smiled fully, displaying his white teeth, canines slightly pointed. It was almost animalistic, it's savageness apparent. It caused for my heart to sped up a little bit faster, thumping irregularity, and seeing him this close, lips almost touching, bodies plastered together proved to be too much for me to take in all at once.
"Let me go," I whispered, going against what my body so obviously wanted. Fuck me, damn it, I want him but I can't, I thought, not like this.
"What?" He said in response, shock apparent on his face, but only for a moment, before being masked with determination. "Don't lie to yourself sweetheart," He leaned in so that his lips brushed against the shell of my ear, breath hot against it, "I'm sure we both know that we'd much rather do some exploring," His hands moved to rest on the counter behind me blocking any escape I could have made, his body pressed further against me, causing for me to stifle a moan, "Together, " He ended lips lightly running along my cheeks.
"Get off of me," I whispered. "Please," I said moving my head timidly to look him in the eyes, notifying him both of my seriousness and building desire. He stood there for a long moment, eyes searching mine as one hand run its fingers gently along my arm, raising goosebumps in its wake.
"Did you hear her? She said get the fuck out of her face, asshole." Fiona's stern, low voice came, snapping me out of whatever spell he had entranced me in.
"And who are you?" He inquired, turning his head slightly to look down at Fiona who had her hands placed on both hips in a challenging pose.
"It doesn't matter who I am," she replied angrily, "But what does matter is that this hot black chick," She paused to wink at me, causing for him to sift his eyes to me before settling on Fiona again. I inwardly cringed. I fucking love Fiona but some of the shit she says comes out during the wrong fucking time, "Just told you to get the fuck off her."
"I don't remember her using the 'fucking,' though I do think she would to partake in the action," He countered. I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment and humiliation. Way to rub it in, I thought.
Fiona's face became flushed with her angry. Her eyebrows pulled together and her lips pressed together to mimic a straight line. "She said, 'Get off of me.' So that means that you need to get the hell off of her." In her fury she appeared as an avenging angel, hair resembling sun rays spun into silk, lips bold against her creamy skin. Usually she tended to get what she wanted when she asked something of a guy, but he, Jonathan, had defied her, looked at her as if she was below him, and for someone who was used to having guys throw themselves her way, his defiance, in itself, seemed to infuriate her on a whole other level.
"What's going on here?" I head turned behind me to see the bartender from earlier that night. The cute one with the blond… What the hell is up with all these blondes? I feel like a lone rider being the only brunette... I shook off the thought. It was throwing me off focus.
Fiona, quickly took advantage of the situation walking over to the cute blonde, putting on her best pouting face. "My best friend, the hot black chick you see right there," I inwardly cringed again, "Told that man named Jonathan to let her go," She spared me a glance, sienna eyes wide, showing her concern before she turned back to bartender, "And he wouldn't listen. I tried to tell him to do the same, but," She paused looking down at the counter, "He wouldn't listen," She said before looking up to catch the bartender's eyes. His face looked to be star struck, eyes rounded from her beauty and undivided attention. "Could you help me?" She all but whispered. "He won't listen to me but," Her hands reached over the counter to fixed his slightly raised collar, "Perhaps," she moved a finger to tilt his head up from looking down at his collar to look her in the eyes, "Maybe you could do something about it?" She all but whispered. You could see him swallow the lump in his throat before he realized what she wanted and took action.
"Yes. Yes. Of course." He responded. "Hey Bill! Ay, Bill get your red-headed ass over here," he shouted to a security guard standing near the door. Bill walked towards us, eyes immediately locking on Fiona.
"What seems to be the problem, Jeffrey?" He asked, still leering at the blonde beauty.
"This son-of-a-bitch," He said importantly while raising a hand to point in the direction where Jonathan still held me in a very compromising position. "He won't that chick go, who happens to be the best friend of this one." He nodded his head in Fiona's direction. "And they both told him to get the fuck out of here," He added for extra emphasis, "But he apparently made it clear..."
"Apparently?" Fiona interrupts, "If you're stating the facts get them right," With that she turned her heel on the bartender and faced Bill. You could see the devastation at the lost of Fiona's approval on the bartender's face. "There was no apparently about it, he did not listen for one. And two, he refuses to acknowledge anyone else's wishes outside of his own."
"All right, all right" Bill interjected, "I'll handle it Miss." With that he raised his head arrogantly, no doubt trying to impress her with his manliness, as he walked over to where Jonathan and I stood not too far away.
"Sir," Bill began.
"What the fuck do you want?" Jonathan questioned in a low, ominous tone, eyes focused on his fingers that still traced the skin of my arms.
"I'm going to have to ask you leave now. It seems as if you're causing a bit of trouble."
The look on that crossed Jonathan's face frightened me. His chest rumbled against me in what? A growl? With a sneer he turned and I saw the once arrogant Bill almost shit his pants in the midst of Jonathan's anger. I saw Jonathan look at Fiona for just a moment and her face paled at the sight of his, hands clasping at the counter behind her, yet she put on a face of bravery, whether for her sake or mine I could not tell. Out of the my eye I saw the bartender, Jeffrey, take a few back behind the counter.
"Oh Shit…" He mumbled.
Jonathan took a menacing step towards Bill and I rushed forward to take action and grabbed his arm.
"Please!" I gasped. "Don't hurt him! He's just doing his job." Jonathan tilted his head glancing back at me from the corner of his eye before momentarily dropping his glance to where I had grabbed him. "Sorry," I mumbled immediating dropping it and taking a quick step back. Fiona had snapped out of her temporary shock and rushed to my side, grabbing an arm. Jonathan moved his glance from me back to Bill. I heard him sigh, and then saw him pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Move." He addressed Bill.
"What?" Came Bill's confused response.
The irritation was apparent in Jonathan's voice. "I said move the fuck out of my way. I'm leaving." And with that he bulldozed past a stunned Bill, colliding shoulders with him before making his way towards the exit and striding out the door. For a long moment no one said a word. Not me, not Fiona, not Bill, not Jeffrey.
"Well," Came Fiona's shaky voice. "That was definitely interesting, if nothing else," She said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Opting for privacy she grabbed my arm and pulled me away to a lone corner, but not before thanking Jeffrey and Bill who were still in shock from the encounter.
"You okay?" She inquired in concern.
"Yeah, I'm good," I replied brushing off the attention.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." I responded looking her in the eyes and giving her a timid smile. "I'm good."
"Well," she mused, ruffling my hair, "You almost got laid." We looked each other in the eyes before bursting into giggles.
"Of course only you would say something like that right now." I told her with a roll of my eyes.
"Only me," She smiled. "I love you, Viv," She confessed ambushing me with a hug. "I love you a lot."
"I love you too, Viv." I sighed hugging her back. She was the first to pull back.
"Goodness, what an asshole. I mean he was hot and all and seemed really into you but he was too… possessive for me. I didn't like the way he looked at you."
"I didn't like the way he looked at you either but I'm not complaining."
She rolled her eyes. "You know they say jealousy is an ugly thing"
"And they say one's pride and ego has been the downfall of many," I countered, giving her the look.
"Jealous bitch," She mumbled.
"Stuck up, hoe" I shot back. We looked each other in the eyes again, dark brown clashing with a lighter sienna before our stand off gave into mirth and we laughed off our mini standoff.
"Well, the night's not ruined just yet," Fiona began and then sighed, "Wanna just go home and get out of these clothes? Maybe just watch a movie?"
"Captain America?"
"Deal," She said with a beatific smile. "Meet me outside, ok? I'll go get the car and pull pull it around front." And before I could respond she was off, smoothly moving through the dancing crowd, making her way out the door. With a sigh I followed in her direction.
Once outside the cold air assaulted me with it's chilling breeze, causing for me to shiver uncontrollably. Yet the air was crisp, and a crescent was shining above in a clear night while the stars shone bright, oblivious to the toils of the earth below.
Tearing my eyes from the sky I made to walk to corner store I spotted across the street. Walking with my head down, oblivious to my surroundings, I found myself being brutally yanked into an alleyway. A large hand covered my mouth, unabling my ability to scream, as tears burned my eyes. Shit! I mentally screamed. Fuck! Somebody, anybody, help me, was my last thought before being abruptly being pushed against an alleyway wall to find myself greeted with very, very vibrant green irises with specks of hazel.
"Jonathan." I breathe to my relief and shock.
"Miss me," He replied with a smirk. "You know, I was thinking, I never actually got the chance to taste those luscious lips of yours."
It was at that moment that the actual situation hit me. "You… you, asshole!" Came my rising voice. "I...I… was terrified because of you, I thought I was going to be brutally murdered or something!"
"And soon we'll see what else you'll be feeling or thinking because of me," He responded with that dangerous look of his.
"What is that supposed to mean…" But before I could finish I was rendered utterly speechly into a stupor as he leaned in for a kiss.
A/N: Did this chapter seem a little bit fast or was it paced right?