A/N 1: Sorry for the extremely long gap in posts. I didn't forget about my lovely readers; I just had a lot going on. Hopefully this oneshot will help everyone bring in the New Year and give my awesome followers something to look forward to for next year.

Pop. Fizz. Clink.

Entering one of the dance floors in the hotel, I'm hit with an overload of sights, sounds and smells of the holiday festivities. The hotel is classically decorated, with gold, silver, and black decorations placed expertly throughout. I grasp your hand, giving it an excited squeeze as I turn my head to look at you. Your outfit has been driving me insane since we got ready in the hotel this evening. The way that your dress clung to every curve of your body had me drooling. It also didn't hurt that the space between your breasts on the dress was covered by a thin, sheer lace material, leaving just enough for my imagination to run wild. You smiled back at me and pull me towards the dance floor, snagging two glasses as a waiter passed by.

After quickly downing the drink, I spin you around so that your back is flush with my front, making it easier for me to hide my lack of dancing skills, but also easier for you to grind against me. You do just that, reaching an arm back to hook along my neck as you press your ass against my front, causing me to gasp because I can already feel myself starting to become wet. You seem to know exactly what you're doing because you continue your assault by grinding against me as I run my hands up and down your thighs and ribs, pulling you back tighter against my body, leaving no room between.

When I can no longer take you facing away from me, I grab you by the hips and spin you around, our lips brushing against each other as I do so. You smile as our foreheads touch and our movements slow, just as the DJ starts to play a slow song. Our bodies mold together, swaying to the melody.

All too soon though, the music changes drastically, from a smooth song to animalistic. I glance in your eyes, noticing that your pupils are blown, having their own animalistic look in them that matches the music. I bite my lip, which even through the reverberations of the bass, I can hear your growl. So, I do it again, which causes you to quickly bend down, grasping the back of my neck with your hand, and smash your lips against mine, worrying my bottom lip. I pull back briefly for air, but then reattach my lips to yours before I pull back again, grinning at your wickedly.

This time I turn around so that my ass is pressed against your front. I make sure to press my back against your breasts before I lean over and wiggle my ass against you. You grab me by my hips, pulling me as close as you possibly can get.

I feel my dress start to ride up due to the grinding. As I start to stand up so that I can fix myself and turn around, you press my lower back down, causing me to bend over again. I start to pull away then, just to give a little room to fix my dress, but as I do, I suddenly feel your fingers slipping up under my dress, reaching my pussy. I gasp, not expecting you to be so bold as to try anything like that on the dance floor. When I don't pull away though, you take it as a sign that you can leave your fingers where they are: discreetly playing with my pussy lips.

Soon, I can't handle it anymore, the feel of your bouncing breasts against my back and your fingers agonizingly close to where I need you most, that I pull away from you, taking deep breaths. I straighten my dress, grab your wrist, and pull you off towards the direction of anywhere but the dance floor. Pushing through the crowd, I can feel my juices freely sliding down my thighs, making it hard to concentrate on where we're going. I see a door and grab the handle, praying that it's unlocked. Luck must be on my side because it is.

As soon as the door slams shut, I'm pushing you up against the door, hiking your dress up and plunging two fingers inside of you as my mouth hungrily attacks yours. You moan as I slid my fingers in and out of you, the sounds of your pussy like music to my ears. I spread my legs for you as well, taking one of your hands and placing it at my entrance. After that, you need no more direction and slip your fingers into my pussy.

Outside of the closet, I can vaguely hear the muffled announcement that in sixty seconds it will be 2016. But what I'm more concentrated on is the whimpering sounds you make every time my thumb rubs against your clit.

At the thirty second mark, I feel my pussy walls start to clench as you continue to thrust and move your fingers inside of me.

At ten seconds, you bite my shoulder.

At nine, I drag my fingernails across your back.

At seven, I tell you that you better fucking scream my name when you cum.

At four, you start to tumble over the edge, my name on the tip of your tongue.

At one, I fall over with you, my mouth locked in a silent scream.

"Happy New Years!" can be heard through the closet door as we both sink to the floor, sweaty, but sated.

"Happy New Year, Quinn," I tell you as I give you a chaste kiss before reaching out a hand to help you up.

"Yes, Happy New Year indeed, San," you tiredly tell me as you join me standing. "I'm pretty sure that you ripped my panties though. You're so buying me a new pair."

I chuckle and tell you that I'll buy you whatever your pretty little heart desires before giving you one more kiss before heading back out with the rest of the party goers.

A/N 2: I hope that you enjoyed reading that. I have some other oneshot ideas in the works, but I figured that this one was fitting because of the time of year. Don't worry, I'm also working on Second Wind as well. Now, off to the review from the last chapter!

: lol yes. Having sex in a church? Definitely NOT the way to get on Santa's nice list! Whatever could they do to change that?

Until next time, stay sexy my friends!

xxs