Title: Fantasy Formula 1: Part 2
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: T/N
A/N: At a masquerade party, Thomas dances with a mystery woman, who leaves him wanting more. Nicolya dances with the object of her passionate obsession, leading him on.
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Clad in a black tuxedo that shimmered in the darkness of the dim club, Thomas walked into the club, looking around for no one in particular. His last girlfriend had left him when he put on too many disappearing acts. She'd felt neglected. He just didn't have it in him to fully commit to anyone. He donned his black mask that covered his forehead and eyes, leaving his nose and sensual lips vulnerable to view.
Shining like a bright star among a cluster of dull novas, Nicolya stepped lightly down the steps of "The Cave", a popular downtown club that always held legendary annual masquerade balls. Dressed like a temptation, she donned her red mask, lightly covered with scarlet and ebony feathers, matching her slick red and black dress.
As the band struck up a jungle rhythm, people flowed onto the dance floor, a mass of writhing bodies that moved together like a wave.
A tall lean body masked in black bumped lightly into a soft curvy form disguised in red and black. Thomas looked down at the woman he'd knocked lightly into. She had short black hair, slicked back and silvery blue eyes. He stood still and watched her eyes flicker up and down.
Dark hair that belied tradition, by sticking out with an unruly defiance in the closeted heat of the club. Thomas offered a hand, "Care to dance?"
Nicolya nodded, and took his hand. They joined the heatwave and moved their bodies in rhythmic cadence with the music. Thomas tilted his hips to cradle her hips as the beat increased in speed.
Nicolya felt her body heat rise as Thomas rocked his hips against hers, his hands cradled her hips against his front. She wriggled her bottom, enticing his arousal.
Nicolya linked her arms back around his neck and shimmied against him. Professor Anderson. She'd known it was him, since he'd bumped into her on the dance floor. He sparked an undeniable chemistry within her body, and she would know him anywhere.
As the music died, Thomas linked his around her waist, "Let's go." He led her off the floor, not allowing her to get in a word.
They stopped in the coat room to get their coats, Nicolya grabbed Thomas, linked her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Thomas froze, as a warmth seared his insides soaring up to warm his cold heart. A flicker of desire blew into a full-blown fire that threatened to eradicate his control. He lifted a hand to cradle her neck.
Nicolya pushed through the fog and pulled back. She grabbed her coat and looked at her masked man. "So long Professor." She winked through her mask and blew a devilish kiss.
Thomas looked at the empty doorway where his mystery flame had stood a second ago. She'd called him "Professor", so obviously she knew him. But from where?
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**Stay Tuned For The Next Chaper, In The Next Week Or So!**
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: T/N
A/N: At a masquerade party, Thomas dances with a mystery woman, who leaves him wanting more. Nicolya dances with the object of her passionate obsession, leading him on.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Clad in a black tuxedo that shimmered in the darkness of the dim club, Thomas walked into the club, looking around for no one in particular. His last girlfriend had left him when he put on too many disappearing acts. She'd felt neglected. He just didn't have it in him to fully commit to anyone. He donned his black mask that covered his forehead and eyes, leaving his nose and sensual lips vulnerable to view.
Shining like a bright star among a cluster of dull novas, Nicolya stepped lightly down the steps of "The Cave", a popular downtown club that always held legendary annual masquerade balls. Dressed like a temptation, she donned her red mask, lightly covered with scarlet and ebony feathers, matching her slick red and black dress.
As the band struck up a jungle rhythm, people flowed onto the dance floor, a mass of writhing bodies that moved together like a wave.
A tall lean body masked in black bumped lightly into a soft curvy form disguised in red and black. Thomas looked down at the woman he'd knocked lightly into. She had short black hair, slicked back and silvery blue eyes. He stood still and watched her eyes flicker up and down.
Dark hair that belied tradition, by sticking out with an unruly defiance in the closeted heat of the club. Thomas offered a hand, "Care to dance?"
Nicolya nodded, and took his hand. They joined the heatwave and moved their bodies in rhythmic cadence with the music. Thomas tilted his hips to cradle her hips as the beat increased in speed.
Nicolya felt her body heat rise as Thomas rocked his hips against hers, his hands cradled her hips against his front. She wriggled her bottom, enticing his arousal.
Nicolya linked her arms back around his neck and shimmied against him. Professor Anderson. She'd known it was him, since he'd bumped into her on the dance floor. He sparked an undeniable chemistry within her body, and she would know him anywhere.
As the music died, Thomas linked his around her waist, "Let's go." He led her off the floor, not allowing her to get in a word.
They stopped in the coat room to get their coats, Nicolya grabbed Thomas, linked her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Thomas froze, as a warmth seared his insides soaring up to warm his cold heart. A flicker of desire blew into a full-blown fire that threatened to eradicate his control. He lifted a hand to cradle her neck.
Nicolya pushed through the fog and pulled back. She grabbed her coat and looked at her masked man. "So long Professor." She winked through her mask and blew a devilish kiss.
Thomas looked at the empty doorway where his mystery flame had stood a second ago. She'd called him "Professor", so obviously she knew him. But from where?
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**Stay Tuned For The Next Chaper, In The Next Week Or So!**
