Chapter 21 – Day 21

Theme: Angel & Devil

Pairings: Frankie/Holt

Words: 442

Holt stared at the crowd of partygoers. For once he wasn't the DJ, because he was in trouble with the school. He wasn't allowed to DJ at the dances for another couple dances. He groaned and rolled his eyes, he wanted so badly to get up and kick the party to another level, but he could see the Headless Headmistress standing by where the DJ booth was. He tapped his fingers on the table and took another swig of the punch. From the corner of his eye he saw Heath spiking the punch, and Clawd catching him doing so.

Holt watched as Clawd smacked Heath across the head and then stopped Cleo from drinking the punch. He smirked and then something very white stepped in between the scene and him. His eyes travelled up the white skirt, over the white corset to see a feathery mask over two opposite coloured eyes. Standing up he placed his hands on the girl's waist and smiled at her. "Frankie Fine, just the girl I wanted to see," he spoke over the music, "Let's hit the dance floor and partay!"

"Holt," Frankie grinned at him, "I don't think an Angel should be dancing with the Devil," she bit her lip, still smiling innocently. Holt wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer and pressed his lips to hers.

"That won't do," he grinned at her, "Maybe I gotta make you a fallen angle by enticing you into dark deeds?" he whispered into her ear. Nibbling on it softly. She giggled and squirmed in his arms before pulling away slightly. "Let's dance."

He dragged her onto the dance floor, and for the first time. Holt danced at a dance. After the dance was over, Frankie giggled and dragged him off the dance floor, holding tightly onto his hand. He saw a teacher replacing the punch and Heath grumbling something to Deuce. Clawd smacked Heath again.

Holt pulled Frankie away from those boys and into the hall. He stroked her cheek and she stared at him, frowning slightly. "Holt, the parties in their..." she murmured before he kissed her. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck. They backed up until Frankie's back touched the wall before he pulled out of the kiss. Hands on either side of Frankie's waist, beneath her wings.

"The Devil's power of influence is stronger than a single Angel," Holt murmured brushing some of her black and white hair from her face. She blushed and whacked his arm gently.

"This Angel is falling on her own will," she replied, still blushing. He grinned and kissed her hungrily.

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23rd Theme: Bedtime Story