CLUBLIGHTS
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
Sorry this took so long, but I had to finish ONCE INSIDE. Also I started a short piece called SCENES. Check them all out and let me know what you think.
Brennen had seen Movaro go into the other office, and now he was making haste returning to his. Behind, him two men pulled a body, wrapped in a bloody sheet. The guy from earlier he thought. Somehow the elemental managed to scoot inside the man's office from another entrance. His eyes searched the cavern for his teammate.
"Now," the larger man said, sitting back in his seat. "Where were we?" Jordan watched him intently, her mind clicking at his reasons. Her eyes looked up, widening at the tall figure hidden behind the man's desk. HE watched her intently.
"Alejandro," she started. "What do you want with me?"
The man lit another cigar, before answering. "I'm gonna do you a favor and cut the shit." His voice was gruff with the intake of tobacco. "I know you're a mutant."
Brennen's eyes widened at that. Jordan exchanged looks with him before answering. Everything now clicked in her mind. "You mean you're a new mutant."
"Smart girl." He grinned. "I personally don't care what your power is, but you will be worth a lot to my customers. They like high maintenance ass." Brennen bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself. The volts were begging to come out of his fingers. "So, go a head."
"Excuse me?
"Are you deaf? Take it off! NOW!" She could now see the charges dance in her teammates fingers. This had to be the worst possible situation. One thing was to strip for this fat prick, but now Brennen was watching, and his eyes were wide with disbelief.
She stepped forward facing the inevitable.
"Alright."
Jesse. Lexa and Shalimar found themselves lost in the roar of the dance floor and pushing through the heated bodies. The molecular was careful o watch both of them knowing that people from the stage room were around them. Sure enough, eyes were starting to follow, and hands were becoming aggressive. How could they get out of this, without exposing their mutancy? The blonde made every attempt to push Lexa and Shalimar ahead of him, keeping sight on the women at all times. But the crowd was becoming restless. And words were starting to fly over the music. Soon, they were engulfed in the mass of hysterical bodies. And Jesse's eyes had lost sight of them both.
"Shit!"
Jordan turned her back to Movaro (and Brennen), sliding the zipper of her dress down slowly. In her mind, she couldn't turn back and face the elemental's eyes. Even now, she could feel him trying to look away out of respect, but the male in him was making his head turn back. It's okay she told herself. It's okay if you just make him your focus.
Right then, music did come on in the office. And the woman proceeded to pull the garment down painfully slow. Brennen steadied himself against the wall, wide-eyed in the realization that she was looking at him. The body curved before his eyes, glistening in the dim light. The burgundy fabric finally puddle on the floor, leaving the intrusion of lacy underwear- and Movaro's cigar smoke. Focusing on each other so intently had them forgetting of the aroused fat man sitting low in his chair. Jordan ran her hands along the narrow curve of her stomach and over the round of her breasts till they pulled the silky mass of locs of her neck. Brennen was daring to step out of the shadows and watch her, his mind racing at the woman moving so dangerously. She undid the front closure of the strapless bra, holding the garment to her before turning from them. The elemental licked his lips nervously, remembering where she'd left off before the crowd broke. He was sick with desire as the top fell, revealing the soft curves to his eyes. Unfortunately, so was Movaro.
"You're a beautiful woman." he gruffed between smoke. "Come here." Jordan froze at that, and again the currents pulled in her teammates hands. Movaro was up from his desk now, and walking towards her. His chubby fingers were intent on touching her skin. Some how, her mind had stilled her body. Oh, God she thought.
Movaro was a breath away, and ready to explore her, when currents wailed behind him. The shocks raged into the man, who Jordan had just managed step away from. Brennen kept the volts running longer than normal, making sure to finish the fuck in front of him. Finally, Movaro fell onto the desk, in a sick cold thud.
Jordan stumbled to pick up her clothing as Brennen moved around the desk. His hands grasped the slender shoulders. "J., you alight?" She was silent for the moment, holding the crumbled dress and bra to her. Brennen stroked her hair gently before asking again. "Jordan? Say something, love."
"Let's go," she managed. Brennen kissed her on the forehead before moving past, to check the door and giving her time to dress.
Brennen made sure of the lock then walked back to her, his hands gently brushing her arms. "We leave out the other way." They were in the silence of a smaller hall when he stopped her. "Are you really alright?"
"As much as I can be." She grinned nervously. The man hugged her reassuringly, making sure she was stable. "Thanks, Brennen."
"Hey," he started, but no words wanted to follow. "Let me take you home."
She looked up at him with now settled eyes. "I'm sorry I put you threw that."
"I didn't have any problems." He grinned. "But, I'm sorry you went through it." Jordan leaned into his arm before shaking off the nerves.
"Okay, let's g-"
"BRENNEN!" Jesse yelled over the link.
"Yeah, Jess."
"Get down here!" the blonde yelled. "I just lost Shal and Lexa in the crowd, and they're getting restless again. I think some of these guys are from the stage room."
"Shit!" the elemental started. "J., You don't have to go."
"No." she smirked, pulling him along. "Let's go."
Disclaimer: M-X, Don't own them. Enjoy!
Sorry this took so long, but I had to finish ONCE INSIDE. Also I started a short piece called SCENES. Check them all out and let me know what you think.
Brennen had seen Movaro go into the other office, and now he was making haste returning to his. Behind, him two men pulled a body, wrapped in a bloody sheet. The guy from earlier he thought. Somehow the elemental managed to scoot inside the man's office from another entrance. His eyes searched the cavern for his teammate.
"Now," the larger man said, sitting back in his seat. "Where were we?" Jordan watched him intently, her mind clicking at his reasons. Her eyes looked up, widening at the tall figure hidden behind the man's desk. HE watched her intently.
"Alejandro," she started. "What do you want with me?"
The man lit another cigar, before answering. "I'm gonna do you a favor and cut the shit." His voice was gruff with the intake of tobacco. "I know you're a mutant."
Brennen's eyes widened at that. Jordan exchanged looks with him before answering. Everything now clicked in her mind. "You mean you're a new mutant."
"Smart girl." He grinned. "I personally don't care what your power is, but you will be worth a lot to my customers. They like high maintenance ass." Brennen bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself. The volts were begging to come out of his fingers. "So, go a head."
"Excuse me?
"Are you deaf? Take it off! NOW!" She could now see the charges dance in her teammates fingers. This had to be the worst possible situation. One thing was to strip for this fat prick, but now Brennen was watching, and his eyes were wide with disbelief.
She stepped forward facing the inevitable.
"Alright."
Jesse. Lexa and Shalimar found themselves lost in the roar of the dance floor and pushing through the heated bodies. The molecular was careful o watch both of them knowing that people from the stage room were around them. Sure enough, eyes were starting to follow, and hands were becoming aggressive. How could they get out of this, without exposing their mutancy? The blonde made every attempt to push Lexa and Shalimar ahead of him, keeping sight on the women at all times. But the crowd was becoming restless. And words were starting to fly over the music. Soon, they were engulfed in the mass of hysterical bodies. And Jesse's eyes had lost sight of them both.
"Shit!"
Jordan turned her back to Movaro (and Brennen), sliding the zipper of her dress down slowly. In her mind, she couldn't turn back and face the elemental's eyes. Even now, she could feel him trying to look away out of respect, but the male in him was making his head turn back. It's okay she told herself. It's okay if you just make him your focus.
Right then, music did come on in the office. And the woman proceeded to pull the garment down painfully slow. Brennen steadied himself against the wall, wide-eyed in the realization that she was looking at him. The body curved before his eyes, glistening in the dim light. The burgundy fabric finally puddle on the floor, leaving the intrusion of lacy underwear- and Movaro's cigar smoke. Focusing on each other so intently had them forgetting of the aroused fat man sitting low in his chair. Jordan ran her hands along the narrow curve of her stomach and over the round of her breasts till they pulled the silky mass of locs of her neck. Brennen was daring to step out of the shadows and watch her, his mind racing at the woman moving so dangerously. She undid the front closure of the strapless bra, holding the garment to her before turning from them. The elemental licked his lips nervously, remembering where she'd left off before the crowd broke. He was sick with desire as the top fell, revealing the soft curves to his eyes. Unfortunately, so was Movaro.
"You're a beautiful woman." he gruffed between smoke. "Come here." Jordan froze at that, and again the currents pulled in her teammates hands. Movaro was up from his desk now, and walking towards her. His chubby fingers were intent on touching her skin. Some how, her mind had stilled her body. Oh, God she thought.
Movaro was a breath away, and ready to explore her, when currents wailed behind him. The shocks raged into the man, who Jordan had just managed step away from. Brennen kept the volts running longer than normal, making sure to finish the fuck in front of him. Finally, Movaro fell onto the desk, in a sick cold thud.
Jordan stumbled to pick up her clothing as Brennen moved around the desk. His hands grasped the slender shoulders. "J., you alight?" She was silent for the moment, holding the crumbled dress and bra to her. Brennen stroked her hair gently before asking again. "Jordan? Say something, love."
"Let's go," she managed. Brennen kissed her on the forehead before moving past, to check the door and giving her time to dress.
Brennen made sure of the lock then walked back to her, his hands gently brushing her arms. "We leave out the other way." They were in the silence of a smaller hall when he stopped her. "Are you really alright?"
"As much as I can be." She grinned nervously. The man hugged her reassuringly, making sure she was stable. "Thanks, Brennen."
"Hey," he started, but no words wanted to follow. "Let me take you home."
She looked up at him with now settled eyes. "I'm sorry I put you threw that."
"I didn't have any problems." He grinned. "But, I'm sorry you went through it." Jordan leaned into his arm before shaking off the nerves.
"Okay, let's g-"
"BRENNEN!" Jesse yelled over the link.
"Yeah, Jess."
"Get down here!" the blonde yelled. "I just lost Shal and Lexa in the crowd, and they're getting restless again. I think some of these guys are from the stage room."
"Shit!" the elemental started. "J., You don't have to go."
"No." she smirked, pulling him along. "Let's go."
