Disclaimer: I don't own them, though I would like too. I just use them as pawns in the game I'm playing.
A/U-If I stink, remember that English isn't my first language. So I can't help my suckiness.
Something In the Way She Moves
He was looking at her from the other end of the room, she was talking to, or rather listening to Robert. Her one hand were playing with a lock of her hair, twirling it around her finger again and again. Her other slender hand was lying on the table in front of her, her fingers were slightly drumming in the table. She was bored, he could see that, but she still listened to Roberts blabbering.
Robert left to get then drinks, and immediately Logan was there, by her side. He couldn't blame him, had he had a chance with her he would have done the same. Even though she came with somebody else. He saw them moving across the room, and how Logan drew her towards him, and their lips met. First she tried to fight him of, but after a short while she surrendered. They kissed each other with a passion that he had never experienced, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from them, even though it hurt him to see her with somebody else. He would have loved to have had a chance with her.
He saw her leave Logan just standing there, looking after her with a puzzled look in his eyes. He also followed her with his eyes, her figure just always caught his eyes, drew his attention too itself. Her hair was cowered by a black wig, but he could still picture how it usually hang down, framing her beautiful features. She always held her back straight, proud, and her walk made him daydream about someday being able to cup his hand over one of her perfectly proportioned ass-chicks. He knew it would never happen, but the soft swing in her hips still made him dream about it. She went back to Robert, and he must have asked her to dance since they turned to the dance floor. She took off her jacket, and slowly started moving her hips to the music. He could see the outline of her breasts through the shirt she was wearing, and it made him blush. He imagined her coming towards him while she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, her eyes almost closed while she looked seductively at him through her eyelashes. He could feel himself getting aroused.
In his imagination she removed her shirt, and blushed slightly. He loved it when she blushed, it made her look like a child, but still it was sexy like hell. There was something virginal about it. He was happy now that his jacket was closed, because he found himself in a state that he didn't want any of his friends to see.
He cursed the day that he first laid eyes on her, no other girl had ever had that kind of impact on him. No one had ever made him get hard, just by dancing fully dressed. But she did, she moved in a way that was so intoxicating that he completely lost control.
"Hey man, are you still here," he was awoken from her spell by Logan's hand that was waving in the air in front of his eyes.
"You looked totally lost," Finn said with a grin on his face "thinking about something nice?"
"Not exactly," Colin answered, and forced his eyes away from the vision of Rory on the dance floor to look at his friends "what do you say we get ourselves pissed?"