The beats were thrumming all around, in his very pulse, in his blood and his soul. The lights were blinding before they submerged him in darkness, and then flashed red and purple in his eyes again, revealing moving bodies and a maze of twirling feet.
Everything was a blur, everything was dark and light and abstract, and she was pushed against the bar. Her every curve was blurred, the soft twist of her collarbones, the slow slant of her waist, the gradual, long curve of her legs.
Her eyelashes, fluttering like butterfly wings against his cheek as his lips travelled the roads towards her lips.
The beat was all there was, resounding in his brain, the beat and the sporadic, hot lights, and then he heard her voice in his ear, soft as shadows.
"Stop," she whispered. "Don't."
Lights danced off her eyes, danced off her lips as she stopped him with her eyes, staring up at him with sudden seriousness.
"Why?" he asked, a certain impatience in his voice. He didn't want to stop. The beats continued, and so would he.
"I want you to stop."
But she didn't. Not really. Her heartbeats were loud, louder than anything, echoing off the walls. Her breathing hot and excited, and he could see it in her eyes.
Her small fingers clenched around his shirt, and she suddenly caught him in her intense, dark gaze. "You don't know what you're doing," she said softly. "You don't know what you want."
"I want you," he said fiercely. "You're beautiful." And his lips came down on hers, silencing her in the only way he remembered through the haze.
For one moment everything was bathed in red as the music reached a crescendo, and all he wanted was her, he knew nothing else; all he saw was the red glint in her eyes, the red of her hair, the soft rise and fall of her breasts against his chest.
She wanted to die, she wanted to lose herself. She pulled away, pushed him away. "You don't know," she repeated. And suddenly, suddenly, her eyes filled with tears. "Things look strange under these lights," she whispered, as the room fell dark again. "Things feel strange under these lights."
And for a moment, in the dark, he couldn't see her, could only feel her there, soft and vibrant and glowing. He smiled with odd tenderness, and slowly leaned in, and kissed the corner of her mouth. Her tears glittered in the dark.
"I don't know what I want," he said quietly. "But under these lights, I see you."
I owe this one completely to "Jigsaw Falling Into Place" by Radiohead. The beats in that song wrote this for me. :D And I wrote this really, really quickly and was too excited to post, so forgive me if it's choppy in any way. PLEASE REVIEW!