Watching Jimmy Sleep 2
She almost didn't see him when he walked in. Too funny to think that now, as he slept with abandon on the bed they'd spent all night wrecking.
But it was true.
The bar was dim. As the group of them paused at the entrance, the light brushed along the muted edges of their clothes: Most of them wore the faded colors of well-worn favorites, and they blended together into just another group of people.
There was a woman in cherry red - that, she saw.
And, a little apart - outlined in clear, sharp blue - a tall young man with a nerdy haircut and a drink-of-water form. He was dark, very dark: His black hair gleamed blue, too. Even in the uniform, he exuded animal grace, and power. Sex on legs, that one, she thought.
With fluid movements he stepped forward, and the light shone on him more clearly. He turned his head a little to listen to words spoken by the tallest in the midst of the group. The light shifted over upswept brows, elongated ears. She saw then he was Alien. She was still tempted - really tempted - and she thought, for a moment, of going closer just to touch him, to brush against him and maybe see…
But his face was closed and secret - full of power, too. As young as he was, it still showed a will that would over-master any hunger that that muscled, lean body might have.
What a waste.
Well, he could loosen up, she thought, once he got a few drinks in him. Maybe she'd grab him later, and see whether her taste had a chance to be satisfied, her thirst to be quenched.
But meanwhile? There was a good band and the rest of that blended group.