Black
Both dresses were on hangers and she did that usual movement women do when choosing clothes. First, she moved the black dress in front of her body and watched her reflection in the small mirror. She did the same with the white one, and then with the black, the white, and the black again.
"Une, which one?", turning to her friend sat on the small dorm bed, Lucrezia Noin consulted, already with a choice in mind.
Cordelia Une rose her cat eyes from her cell phone, spared a glance and decided:
"The black."
"The black", Noin shook her head in affirmative, happy for being correct.
The black dress' neckline would stress her shoulders under the blacklight at the club. The precise effect desired. Noin knew very well her most flattering features and her bosom was one of them.
"Aren't you going?", she checked with Une, intrigue ringing in her words, after applying her red YSL lipstick. Staring at her own eyes in the mirror, she didn't resist the bad habit of pursing her lips to smooth the pigment.
Une was still in her bathrobe, her hair needing to be blow dried.
"I'm not on a party vibe tonight."
"Headaches again?", Noin's eyebrows weighed on her eyes, upset by Une's answer. They were planning that night out for so long...
"I haven't got used to the medicines yet…"
"I see…", Noin sighed. Indeed, Une wasn't on her best form then, dark bags under her eyes. Since her migraine acted in a temperamental way, Noin knew better than to insist. "You'd better rest, then."
Une didn't look happy with the option but nodded anyway. They were out of better solutions after all.
It was the first time Noin went to a Prodige party. Only selected guests could visit the place. Invitations usually got sold out within minutes. It was a shame Une would have to waste hers.
Exactly like the pictures from Instagram, blacklight filled the club's room. Other fluorescent lamps in many colors sliced the darkness. Only black and white attire was allowed inside. Eerily glowing entities and deformed figures made of soft void crowded the place. Noin took an instant to scan her surroundings. Then, she glided smooth as panther, reaching the bar.
Parking there, she enjoyed some cocktails until being unable to say how many were drunk. The lights got even crazier after so much alcohol. While sipping, she noticed a gaze turned to her direction every now and then. It came from a riveting man at the opposite end of the counter. He was never alone, though, his attention was always shared by a group of girls. The members of the group changed, but the number never decreased. They laughed and talked and took pictures, drinking and teasing. His eyes were calm and confident, facing his ladies, yet they kept searching her direction.
That game stretched all night long. Not even all those drinks were motivation enough for her to approach him. He also stood on his place, like a king on a throne, wallowing himself on the women's pampering. That behavior only solidified the concept that he was a ladies' man.
Noin wasn't sure she'd like to get tangled with such a type. He wore danger warnings all over and even though the writing was turning quite blurred after she had so much to drink, she still felt like having fun by herself. The male attention didn't interest her much that night.
To change the focus of her mind, she decided to go to the dance floor. The DJ played excellent songs and now with numbed inhibitions, it was easy to feel like dancing.
It took her long to get tired, her body used to demanding exercise. She was also very good at it, her lean figure a feast to the eyes. Leaving the dance floor with a smile, she decided for a last drink. She went for something strong.
"A Manhattan", her voice sounded more sensuous than usual.
She ate the cherry from the bottom of the glass and then opened her purse, deciding to retouch her lipstick. She wanted to look good from beginning to end.
The Prodige sat on the top floor of a skyscraper and the elevator doors opened to an elegant hall outside the club. There was no operator. When she stepped inside the transport, she saw herself alone for the first time in hours. Regret washed her the second she halted at the middle of the transport. Maybe it was too early to leave and the best of fun was starting now. Those thoughts prevented her from noticing a man who have just approached and held the doors.
Noin looked startled by his abrupt entrance only for a second. Her facial lines relaxed soon with recognition.
There he was. The guy from the bar, 5 inches taller than her, eyes sharp like ice, silver hair. His intentions didn't need explanations. She inhaled deeply and held the breath.
The limited space offered no option for them but to get close. Silly as it would seem, Noin smiled an unconscious devilish smile, drawing him nearer. He flattened one hand on the cold elevator wall. Then, he leaned on her, his long silver hair flowing to the side, almost covering half his face.
"I was looking for this moment", never a voice sounded so low and husky. Her body couldn't help but tremble, the heart sinking in a delirious rhythm.
"Were you?", she didn't recognize her own flirty response. She moved her nose close enough not to bump his, her chin adjusting the angle of her face to be parallel to his. "Now what?"
He'd rather die than hesitate, so he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her on the wall. He closed the gap to her mouth, only to watch her turn her head away. She rejected his lips, but offered the patch of skin on her neck to which her short haircut gave him full access.
He kissed under her ear and would have bitten her earlobe if she weren't wearing chandelier earrings. He traced the length of the neck tendon with strokes of his lips, striking lightning through her body every time he touched her there.
Their bodies fit together as pieces in a puzzle, painting a picture of pure chemistry and she wasn't strong enough not to moan, grabbing him by the shirt, her subconscious dictating every action. His hands held her waist with reassuring pressure as if they belonged there. How long had her body longed for that touch? Pulling him closer, she kissed his jaw, the roughness of stubble prickled her face. Then she kissed his Adam's apple, his pulse beating hard under her lips. She never stopped the kisses, stamping his shirt all over with red prints shaped like rose buttons and hearts.
Finding her thighs inside the skirt, his fingertips smoothed her skin until reaching the lace of her panties. The shiver of her flesh produced in him the pleased noise of someone who's just found a treasure. Having her so open at his disposal excited and intrigued him at the same time, the gentle insinuation of her hips onto his hand leading him to the brink of madness.
Among the soft blackness in the elevator, their eyes locked for an eternal instant. Controlling her breath called for a concentration Noin couldn't summon, and her messy thoughts ran wild in her mind. Watching his face from so close, lost in his perfume, trapped in his temperature, she wished something more could start from that delicious slip – and that was the silly drunken wishing.
"What color are my eyes?", with all the voice she could gather amidst her panting lust, she made her challenge brush his ears.
Before his reply, a small jerk broke their exchange, the doors of the elevator opening to a well-lit floor. With one quick look at the panel, Noin realized they got to the second floor.
Nobody entered, though.
Now that they were separated by the distraction and their bodies turned cold from the shock, he reached for her hand before answering, fondling the inside of her wrist using his thumb:
"Blue".
The panel indicated the ground floor then and while the doors opened, Noin took her lipstick from the small purse.
"Close enough… I'd like to meet you again someday…" and she scribbled a message on the back of his shirt. "See if you can find me…"
Stepping out of the transport, she offered him a privileged view of the buttocks he'd just so devotedly caressed.
Inspired by "One Black Night" from Wonder Girls.
June 8th.
