A/N: Hey loyal "Twisted Fate" fans (and flamers.) Arcander and I
(Lauraena) are back with chapter four! Sorry it took forever.my bad, I had
some writers block and my new b/f has been keeping me busy, its all his
fault! Any way, enough with the bla-bla-bla-ing, on with the chapter!
Twisted Fate
Chapter Four: Sex (almost), Drugs (lots), and Alcohol (even more) ((Thoughts))
The neon sign reads 'Club Youkai' in blood red letters. The ground under my feet literally shakes due to the music within. Strange looking people are all around. People with hair like spikes, people with jewelry for spikes, people with too much hair, too much jewelry, not enough hair.I guess I must have gotten wide-eyed because Jecht said "Hey, its ok, you don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." I say, while steadying my shaking voice.
"Then lets go." Jecht grabs my hand and leads me through a throng of people until we reach a burly man wearing too much jewelry.
"Hey Kev," says Jecht. "Kev, this is Yuna. Yuna, this is Kevin, we call him Kev."
"Hello." I say to Kevin, er, Kev. He just nods.
I stand there awkwardly while Jecht chats amiably with Kevin. After a few moments he turn back to me. "Ready to party?"
Without waiting for my answer Jecht takes my hand again and leads me through the metallic double doors. It is like stepping into another world. People are everywhere, dancing, drinking, laughing, and doing other, unmentionable, things. Lights flash wildly and the music pounds in my ears.
Jecht and I stand at the edge of a wooden dance floor for a span of less than thirty seconds, and then my foot begins to tap. I feel the music coursing through my veins and pounding in my ears. After a moment I can't stand it anymore, without waiting for Jecht, I step onto the dance floor.
I weave my way through crowded bodies, looking for an open spot on the wooden floor. I stop at the edge of a mass of people surrounding someone break dancing. A groove circle. I stand at the edge for a while, watching and humming along with the music.
Suddenly I am pushed to the center of the open space. I turn and see Jecht smirking and holding a beer. His lips move silently and they form a single word. 'Dance.' I nod and look around quickly, picking up a metal pole lying on the ground at the edge of the circle. I hold the pole above my head, waiting for the music to begin. A new song starts and I lower the pole and begin to dance.
I lose myself in the dance. The metal whistles through the air, reflecting the flashing lights. Over my head, behind my back, through my fingers the pole flashes, nothing more than a silver blur.
Then the song ends, and I cease to dance.
Whistles and cheering greets my ears as I make my way to Jecht, who hands me a drink, which I gulp down, then reach for another.
"Hey Jecht!" Calls a male voice.
"Yea Kev?" Calls Jecht.
"What is your girl's name?"
"Yuna," I answer, before Jecht can speak.
"Well Yuna," Says Kev, coming up behind me. "You dance amazingly, but now let's see what you can do with a pole anchored in the ground."
I furrow my brows and cast Jecht a questioning glance. Seeing him nod his head approvingly, and the glazed look in his eyes, I don't bother asking. He is drunk anyway. I turn away from him and nod at Kev, following him to the stage.
He points to the center stage, where a silver pole stands, centered between two women wearing so little the word 'nothing' covers more. I blink then look at Kev.
"You want me to do a strip tease?" He nods. ((Yevon, what am I getting myself into? Hell, why not? Because you are Braska's daughter.Yea, Braska's drunken, high daughter whose better judgment isn't working right now.point, go dance, but when the maesters find out they will take away your title as summoner...oh well! At least I will have had some fun.))
I nod to Kev and he motions to a set of steps leading to the stage. I quickly ascend them and step up to the pole as a song fades out.
I put my hand on the cool metal surface, welcoming the chill. Silence hangs between songs, the crowd falling silent and waiting in suspense to see what the DJ will spin for them next. A new song finally starts it is a techno song with a slow intro.
The music begins coursing through my body as I walk in slow circles around the pole, carefully placing my feet. My eyes are locked on Jecht, a seductive smirk playing across my face. Then the music speeds up.
I quickly swing myself around the pole, pivoting on my left foot, the other hooked around the cool metal of the pole. I tighten my hand around the pole to stop my swing and, with and over-exaggerated flourish, un-twine my right leg from the pole.
I pause for a moment, my eyes scanning the cheering crowd, and then lock them back on Jecht. Without a second thought I move my body up and down in a suggestive manner, using the pole as leverage. My body moves in a fluid uninterrupted motion as if I had done this every day of my life.
The song slows down and I straighten my spine, reaching behind my neck with my right hand, undoing the ribbon that holds the halter top onto my body. The shirt slides off my body and onto the stage, landing on top of my left foot. I kick the silk material off my foot into the crowd as the song speeds up again.
I roll my stomach in a belly-dancing fashion a move my hips in time with the music. Just as I go into the splits, the song ends.
With the end of the song I jump off the stage into the crowd, many people cheering around me as I walk back to Jecht and grab another drink.
"Give it up for Yuna!" Kev says, his voice amplified by a microphone.
The crowd chants my name in a rhythmic fashion, in time with the bass of the current song. Finally the chanting dies down and the music can be heard again. This time I hang back and lean against the bar, lightly tapping my foot in time with the music. After a moment I feel a pair of arms slide around my waist and I turn my head to see Jecht.
"You were amazing," He whispers in my ear, then bends his neck to trail kisses along the bare skin of my neck.
I turn and catch one of the kisses on my mouth and run my tongue over his lips, which he willingly parts. I wrap my arms around him, my hands tracing lazy design on his back. He deepens the kiss and one of his hands move to the small of my back, the other straying to the hem of my skirt.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private." He says, breaking off the kiss.
I lazily nod my head in agreement and he leads me to a dark, secluded room off the edge of the dance floor. Jecht pushes the door closed behind us and I lay across the bed, one arm propping up my head, as I smirk like a mischievous vixen.
I beckon Jecht with my left index finger and he willingly obeys. He pushes my onto my back and straddles me, trailing kisses across my nearly bare torso as his left-hand creeps under my skirt.
Suddenly the door flies open. Shit, we forgot to lock it.a large figure is shilloutted in the doorframe.Jecht's father.
***There ya go, chappie four! Yea, I know, its kinda pushing the PG-13 rating.oh well! Remember the little blue button in the left hand corner? It is your friend! Chappie five coming at you from Arcander! This is Lauraena, signing off! Hugs to all!***
~Lauraena~
Twisted Fate
Chapter Four: Sex (almost), Drugs (lots), and Alcohol (even more) ((Thoughts))
The neon sign reads 'Club Youkai' in blood red letters. The ground under my feet literally shakes due to the music within. Strange looking people are all around. People with hair like spikes, people with jewelry for spikes, people with too much hair, too much jewelry, not enough hair.I guess I must have gotten wide-eyed because Jecht said "Hey, its ok, you don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." I say, while steadying my shaking voice.
"Then lets go." Jecht grabs my hand and leads me through a throng of people until we reach a burly man wearing too much jewelry.
"Hey Kev," says Jecht. "Kev, this is Yuna. Yuna, this is Kevin, we call him Kev."
"Hello." I say to Kevin, er, Kev. He just nods.
I stand there awkwardly while Jecht chats amiably with Kevin. After a few moments he turn back to me. "Ready to party?"
Without waiting for my answer Jecht takes my hand again and leads me through the metallic double doors. It is like stepping into another world. People are everywhere, dancing, drinking, laughing, and doing other, unmentionable, things. Lights flash wildly and the music pounds in my ears.
Jecht and I stand at the edge of a wooden dance floor for a span of less than thirty seconds, and then my foot begins to tap. I feel the music coursing through my veins and pounding in my ears. After a moment I can't stand it anymore, without waiting for Jecht, I step onto the dance floor.
I weave my way through crowded bodies, looking for an open spot on the wooden floor. I stop at the edge of a mass of people surrounding someone break dancing. A groove circle. I stand at the edge for a while, watching and humming along with the music.
Suddenly I am pushed to the center of the open space. I turn and see Jecht smirking and holding a beer. His lips move silently and they form a single word. 'Dance.' I nod and look around quickly, picking up a metal pole lying on the ground at the edge of the circle. I hold the pole above my head, waiting for the music to begin. A new song starts and I lower the pole and begin to dance.
I lose myself in the dance. The metal whistles through the air, reflecting the flashing lights. Over my head, behind my back, through my fingers the pole flashes, nothing more than a silver blur.
Then the song ends, and I cease to dance.
Whistles and cheering greets my ears as I make my way to Jecht, who hands me a drink, which I gulp down, then reach for another.
"Hey Jecht!" Calls a male voice.
"Yea Kev?" Calls Jecht.
"What is your girl's name?"
"Yuna," I answer, before Jecht can speak.
"Well Yuna," Says Kev, coming up behind me. "You dance amazingly, but now let's see what you can do with a pole anchored in the ground."
I furrow my brows and cast Jecht a questioning glance. Seeing him nod his head approvingly, and the glazed look in his eyes, I don't bother asking. He is drunk anyway. I turn away from him and nod at Kev, following him to the stage.
He points to the center stage, where a silver pole stands, centered between two women wearing so little the word 'nothing' covers more. I blink then look at Kev.
"You want me to do a strip tease?" He nods. ((Yevon, what am I getting myself into? Hell, why not? Because you are Braska's daughter.Yea, Braska's drunken, high daughter whose better judgment isn't working right now.point, go dance, but when the maesters find out they will take away your title as summoner...oh well! At least I will have had some fun.))
I nod to Kev and he motions to a set of steps leading to the stage. I quickly ascend them and step up to the pole as a song fades out.
I put my hand on the cool metal surface, welcoming the chill. Silence hangs between songs, the crowd falling silent and waiting in suspense to see what the DJ will spin for them next. A new song finally starts it is a techno song with a slow intro.
The music begins coursing through my body as I walk in slow circles around the pole, carefully placing my feet. My eyes are locked on Jecht, a seductive smirk playing across my face. Then the music speeds up.
I quickly swing myself around the pole, pivoting on my left foot, the other hooked around the cool metal of the pole. I tighten my hand around the pole to stop my swing and, with and over-exaggerated flourish, un-twine my right leg from the pole.
I pause for a moment, my eyes scanning the cheering crowd, and then lock them back on Jecht. Without a second thought I move my body up and down in a suggestive manner, using the pole as leverage. My body moves in a fluid uninterrupted motion as if I had done this every day of my life.
The song slows down and I straighten my spine, reaching behind my neck with my right hand, undoing the ribbon that holds the halter top onto my body. The shirt slides off my body and onto the stage, landing on top of my left foot. I kick the silk material off my foot into the crowd as the song speeds up again.
I roll my stomach in a belly-dancing fashion a move my hips in time with the music. Just as I go into the splits, the song ends.
With the end of the song I jump off the stage into the crowd, many people cheering around me as I walk back to Jecht and grab another drink.
"Give it up for Yuna!" Kev says, his voice amplified by a microphone.
The crowd chants my name in a rhythmic fashion, in time with the bass of the current song. Finally the chanting dies down and the music can be heard again. This time I hang back and lean against the bar, lightly tapping my foot in time with the music. After a moment I feel a pair of arms slide around my waist and I turn my head to see Jecht.
"You were amazing," He whispers in my ear, then bends his neck to trail kisses along the bare skin of my neck.
I turn and catch one of the kisses on my mouth and run my tongue over his lips, which he willingly parts. I wrap my arms around him, my hands tracing lazy design on his back. He deepens the kiss and one of his hands move to the small of my back, the other straying to the hem of my skirt.
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private." He says, breaking off the kiss.
I lazily nod my head in agreement and he leads me to a dark, secluded room off the edge of the dance floor. Jecht pushes the door closed behind us and I lay across the bed, one arm propping up my head, as I smirk like a mischievous vixen.
I beckon Jecht with my left index finger and he willingly obeys. He pushes my onto my back and straddles me, trailing kisses across my nearly bare torso as his left-hand creeps under my skirt.
Suddenly the door flies open. Shit, we forgot to lock it.a large figure is shilloutted in the doorframe.Jecht's father.
***There ya go, chappie four! Yea, I know, its kinda pushing the PG-13 rating.oh well! Remember the little blue button in the left hand corner? It is your friend! Chappie five coming at you from Arcander! This is Lauraena, signing off! Hugs to all!***
~Lauraena~