A/N: YAY! Another update done! Response to this piece has been disappointing so far—COME ON GUYS! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! LEAVE A REVIEW! Don't make me have to bribe you…anyway I'm reaching the end of the songs I have planned BUT: I want to write more for these two, so pretty please leave a review and give me ideas for songs—I'll take anything and everything so long as its relevant to the emotions of this couple. And the season finale is coming up! I'm praying Mark lives to fight another season. Something tells me it's gonna be Skye who ends up sacrificing herself. What do you guys think? Weigh in with a REVIEW! Special shoutout to RoryFaller, the only one who's actually been reviewing this piece! Warning: this one is "T" rated for sure. Some underage drinking is ahead. Suggestive lyrics, suggestive writing. Nothing terribly graphic, but just be warned. This one pushes the envelope of innocent romance…

Chapter 4: Domino

Song: Domino

Artist: Jessie J

Summary: Mark and Maddy go to a party hosted by Skye and company. Things get passionate when Mark starts drinking…

Maddy modeled six different dresses in front of the mirror in her room, each time parading in front of her mother and asking for advice.

"Oh, you look lovely dear," was the inevitable response.

"Mom, you're not helping here!"

"Stop worrying," her mother soothed, barely glancing up from one of her countless medical research journals. "Go have a good time."

"But I can't just have a good time, Mom. This is a party! Like a real party! Everything has to be…" Maddy took a deep breath, "perfect."

"Well it really doesn't make a difference which dress you pick, darling."

"You know what? I'll just ask a guy. Josh!"

Josh poked his head out from his bedroom door. "What do you want?"

"How does this dress look?"

"On you? Ugly." He disappeared back into his room.

"Ugh! None of you are helping here!"

"I can help," her father offered. "That dress is way too short."

"That's the style, Dad."

"Well don't you have anything…longer? Like maybe down to your ankles?"

Maddy walked back to her bedroom, ignoring her dad's last comment. Rummaging through her closet, she found a thin black dress with a band of golden glitter running across the waist. She grinned inwardly. It was perfect!

I'm feeling sexy and free; like glitter's raining on me. You're like a shot of pure gold. I think I'm 'bout to explode…

At eight that evening, Mark showed up. He wasn't wearing his normal army fatigues, but instead he had chosen a white and navy blue golf shirt and khakis. Maddy left the house with her arm hooked around his, her father shouting dire threats about what would happen to Mark if he returned her home past midnight.

The house that Skye and her friends occupied was no larger than any other in the colony, but with all the furniture moved out the space seemed huge. Colored lights played across the floor as music blasted from all directions. People were chatting and laughing outside while others were quickly getting drunk out back. Maddy was excited—this was the first party she'd ever been invited to.

After stopping to exchange greetings with Skye, the couple entered the house. The living room had been cleared out and turned into a dance floor-esque space. The colorful strobe lights were dizzying as people moved to the beat from all sides. She dragged Mark out onto the floor despite his protests.

I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air, and now I'm breathing like I'm running 'cause you're taking me there. Don't you know? You spin me out of control…

Maddy observed the way others were dancing and quickly began to follow the same steps, Mark's arms securely fastened about her waist she grinded against him.

We can do this all night, damn this love is skin tight, baby come on. Pull me like a bass drum, sparking up a rhythm baby come on…

"Having fun?" he shouted above the noise, looking rather self-conscious.

"Yeah, aren't you?" she asked.

"Oh, I could be having more fun," he replied. "You know how I hate dancing."

Maddy laughed and increased the rate at which she was dancing. Mark clumsily followed her lead. As the song ended, he pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. She was stunned. They had kissed before, but it was so…unexpected.

Mark pulled away and the smirk on his face was almost smug. "Care for a drink?" he asked, his gentlemanly demeanor conflicting entirely with what he had just done. He escorted her to the nearby 'refreshments,' which consisted largely of alcoholic beverages of the moonshine variety.

"I don't think so," Maddy looked at the drinks with mild disgust. Mark plucked a bottle of pink liquid from the 'bar' and seated himself on a stool against one of the far walls.

"Why don't you sit?" he asked her.

"Where?" she responded, noting that every other seat was taken.

"How 'bout here?" Mark grabbed her gently by the waist and guided her into his lap. Maddy leaned back so that she was nestled comfortably into the crook of his neck as he sipped his drink. The music continued to blast as more and more people arrived.

"Now are you having fun?" she asked him.

"Maybe a little," he replied, taking another swig. Unexpectedly, he turned and kissed her again, this time a little bit more passionate then before. She knew it was the alcohol that was doing it, but she still couldn't resist kissing back.

Rock my world into the sunlight, make this dream the best I've ever known. Dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like I'm a domino…

Before she knew what was going on, she had shifted and was now straddling his lap. She could feel his tongue working its way into her mouth. It was reckless, it was a little inappropriate, and it was foreign to her. But she couldn't resist it. The alcohol was eliminating Mark's moral barriers and for once she could see how passionate he truly was. If only her dad could see this! He'd probably hang the boy by his hair and beat him with a blunt object!

Mark's lips travelled from her lips to her neck, planting sweet little kisses at the base. Maddy giggled. He was intoxicated, and somehow this made her throw all caution to the wind.

Every second is a highlight. When we touch, don't ever let me go. Dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like I'm a domino…

The pair finally left the party at a quarter to midnight with Mark in a state of drunkenness she had never witnessed before. She helped her off-balance boyfriend home and made sure he was safely in bed to sleep off the night, then quickly straightened the dress, which had become wrinkled from the night's events. She made it home just before midnight and found her dad sitting in the living room waiting for her.

"I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it," he told her.

"Oh well I made it alright," she bit back a smile. She was giddy with the sensory overload of the party.

"Where's Mark?"

"He's…at…home."

"He didn't walk you home?"

"He was…exhausted, Dad. I told him not to bother."

"Oh. Well." Her dad cleared his throat awkwardly. "What's that on your neck…?"

"Nothing!" she burst out. "I'm…really tired, good night!" Maddy half-dashed to her room and turned off the light, making a mental note to wear something with a high collar the next morning…

A/N: So, what did you think? Before you ask, NO! They did NOT HAVE SEX! Gosh! I wanted to capture Maddy's reckless abandon due to her newfound freedom. And left's face it—in that environment, he was bound to get drunk and start doing stupid stuff. And she seems like the repressed type so she was more likely to allow it. Plus the song was suggestive, so I felt the writing should be as well. So leave a review. Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Again, thanks to RoryFaller—the only person who cared enough to review so far! (Hopefully a few more of you will join the list of reviewers!)

NEXT CHAPTER: Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. Don't worry: it won't be as suggestive as this one was! Follow the story if you want to know as soon as I update again. Thanks, guys!