A/N: Okay, so I just ended my "lucky chapter 7" streak...lol. What seems to happen in my stories is, if there's going to be a sex scene or a "sexy" scene, it's always chapter 7. I suppose this kind of counts, but the real scene is the next chapter.
I had fun with this chapter...kind of reminds me of my prom night..."Ow my feet" was my catchphrase that night. Kinda sucked, but it was so worth it.
-Cali :)
Kieran flopped down into a seat at a table, unbuckling her shoes. "Ow, my feet," she complained, rubbing her toes. "I will not be able to walk tomorrow."
Stanton smirked, sitting down next to her. "It's those shoes you girls insist on wearing. Why, if you're going to be standing for three hours, would you wear three-inch heels?" He shook his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's almost over, anyway."
As he spoke, the deejay confirmed his suspicion that the dance was almost over. "Just two more songs, folks, and then the night is over," he said into the microphone, and began playing a slow song. Stanton watched Kieran rub her feet.
"Think you can handle two more songs?" he asked, smiling as he watched Kieran point her toes, trying to stretch them. He wanted to slow dance with her one more time before he turned her.
Kieran weighed her options. She could try to fix her feet for the rest of the night, or she could deal with a little pain for a little while longer and dance with her boyfriend, and fix her feet later. "Okay," she said, and left her shoes at her chair when Stanton offered her his hand.
He steered her to an open place on the floor and pulled her close, resting his cheek against hers. They danced for awhile in each others' embrace until Stanton pulled back to look into her eyes. Stroking her cheek tenderly, he touched his lips to hers. When she let her palm slip up the back of his neck, he responded by deepening the kiss. Kieran sighed audibly and Stanton pulled away. "I love you," she whispered against his lips.
"I love you," he responded without hesitation. God, he was torn. He had to turn her, but he loved her. But, he reminded himself, if he turned her, he could love her.
Could he really do that to her? Condemn her to a life like his just because he wanted to be with her? His answer came back as a resounding no. He couldn't...but he had to.
"Kia," he started, but couldn't finish his thought. He didn't even know where to start.
"Stanton," she said with a bit of a mischievous glint in her eyes, "what would you say to leaving a little early?" As she spoke, she pressed her body against him, grinding her hips into his.
He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion and action. "Mm..." he murmured into her ear, and pulled back further to look at her. "Are you sure?" he asked before he could stop himself, then shook his head. "No - we can't. We don't have transportation, and we have to meet the others outside at midnight," he reminded her with a sigh, and kissed her.
Just then, the song ended and a new one began with a faster beat. "Let's go outside," Kieran suggested. Stanton left her momentarily to ask Tymmie where his jacket had gone, and the girl caught a glimpse of Serena watching her. She walked back to the table at which she had left her shoes, and began to buckle them back around her ankles, having a little trouble. She could feel Serena's eyes on her. "Found your jacket?" she asked Stanton when he came back with a black tuxedo coat slung over his arm. "Good, let's go," she said quickly, eager to get away from Serena's gaze. She felt weird now that she knew she was dating Serena's ex.
She didn't know how she could know Serena was still watching her while she walked out of the gym, but she did. She could feel the other girl's gaze on her, and it was incredibly disconcerting. They waited in a short line to pick up Kieran's purse, and once they had it, they walked out into the cool night air.
"Stanton, why didn't you tell me about Serena?" she asked suddenly, before she could stop herself.
Stanton draped his jacket over her shoulders when he saw her rub her arms. "I didn't think it would matter. I also didn't think you knew her," he added, and slung an arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry."
Kieran sat down on a bench with a sigh, reapplying her lip gloss, and then putting it back into her purse. "I don't know. Something doesn't seem right," she told him, and looked up into the stars. Stanton sat down next to her. "New moon tonight," she noted. "So that's why it's so dark."
"The dark can be rather alluring," Stanton reminded her, and traced her jawline with the tip of his finger, turning her head towards him. He kissed her then, gently at first, then more passionately. Kieran gave a little moan and Stanton chuckled quietly, his laughter muffled by her kisses. Now that most of the glitter from her hair had fallen out, he had no qualms about running his fingers through it. She sighed in response and he pulled her onto his lap, holding her tightly.
"Hey, lovebirds," Yvonne called from the doorway, announcing the presence of others. "Ready to hit the road and party?" she asked, grinning as she hung on Tymmie's arm with his jacket draped over her shoulders.
Kieran grinned. "I'm ready. Stanton?" she asked, turning to him.
When he stood, holding her in his arms, she giggled. "I think so," he said, and began walking to the party bus still carrying Kieran. "We're going back to the squat," he told her as he sat down in the back seat of the bus again, keeping her on his lap. Cassandra flopped down onto a seat next to Karyl, and Yvonne sat down next to Tymmie, all bursting with energy. They weren't tired, but Stanton was. He was going to have to make a hard decision soon, and the idea was wearing him out.
Kieran traced lines over his chest when he let her slip off his lap, watching his muscles. She loved that he was so strong.
Taking her hand off his chest with gentle fingers, he kissed the tips of hers one by one, then leaned in. When she relaxed and leaned into the kiss, he moved back, teasing her. She moved forward and he kept leaning back. Stanton only gave in and stopped teasing her when he found himself lying across the seat in an effort to lean back more. As she pulled away, he leaned in a little and bit her lip gently.
She squeaked in response, and was immediatley thankful for the distracting music the others were paying attention to. Stanton grinned at her squeak and kissed her lips gently, then the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, moving down the side of her neck as he brushed her hair off her shoulder. When she tilted her head back almost involuntarily to give him easier access, he moved to the side and drew a line of kisses down her throat. He moved a little further down, and Kieran jumped.
"Stanton!" she protested, and snapped her attention back to the others, who were thankfully still ignoring the pair.
"What?" he asked innocently as he slowly made his way back up to her lips, hesitating long enough to send a shock through her when their lips finally met. Stanton brushed strands of hair behind her ear and pressed his tongue through her lips and against her teeth, telling her he wanted more. Her eyes shot open - she hadn't expected to react the way she had...Oh my, she thought when they came up for air.
Stanton gazed at her almost hungrily, and the spell was broken when they lurched forward as the bus stopped.
"We're here!" Yvonne exclaimed.
"Time for the real party to begin," Cassandra added, and stood waiting for the door to open. When they finally did, both girls whooped and grinned as they saw other cars pulling up to the building. The boys followed their dates out and left Kieran and Stanton.
"Ready to go?" Stanton murmured into Kieran's ear. When she shivered, he smirked, and moved so he was hovering above her lips. "I'll take that as a yes, then," he said, drawing a finger down her throat and down her necklace. He watched her neck muscles tense as he breathed in her anticipation, and then pulled away.
Kieran couldn't keep a little disappointed sigh from escaping her lips when he moved away and stood, extending a hand to help her up. They stepped out of the bus, fingers entwined, and Stanton was immediately surrounded by his friends. "Hey, man!" Kieran heard as she was shoved into the crowd, away from Stanton.
"This is going to be an awesome party," another voice said. "I brought a-"
"If you'll excuse me," she heard Stanton say gently, but effectively, and he walked through the crowd, back over to Kieran. "This is Kieran, everyone," he told them, introducing her.
She smiled, waving a little, and everyone greeted her, immediately accepting her. "Nice to meet you all," she said a little nervously, holding onto Stanton's arm.
Immediately, she was surrounded by girls. "I love your dress," a blonde said.
"Where did you get it?" asked another.
"It looks so amazing on you."
"Your hair is so pretty. I wish I had hair like that..."
Kieran opened her mouth to respod, but Stanton cut her off. "If you'll excuse us, everyone, we'd like to go inside." The crowd let them through, and Stanton opened the door for Kieran.
"Welcome to my home," Stanton said, gesturing as she stepped over the threshold.
As soon as Kieran walked in, she was bombarded by people, loud music, and the smell of alcohol. A bunch of people were playing video games on a Sony TV in the corner while others danced to the music that was blaring from a set of speakers, holding plastic cups Kieran could only assume held beer.
"Hey, you look like you could use this," a guy she didn't recognize said, holding out a blue plastic cup to her. "Promise it's not spiked with anything interesting," he added, and winked. "I'm Murray."
She looked him over before taking the cup from him. His hair was blonde and combed into a ducktail.
"Kieran," she said, and she felt herself relax when an arm she recognized circled her waist from behind.
"Hey Stanton," Murray said a little awkwardly. "Great party," he added, and walked away.
Kieran raised an eyebrow at the fear she'd seen on his face. That was odd. A lot of people, she knew, were a little wary of Stanton, but she didn't think anyone was actually afraid of him, especially not his own friends. She sipped the beer Murray had given her, relieved when she didn't taste anything weird. "I kind of like the way you don't have to say anything to make them go away," she told him honestly, and he smiled.
"Shall I take you on a tour?" His lips tickled theedge of her ear as he spoke and brushed his hand over her waist, moving to her back so he could guide her. They walked around as he showed her a couple of rooms, and then back into the dancers.
"More dancing?" Kieran asked a little reluctantly, but she found herself already beginning to move with the beat of the music.
Stanton chuckled. "Not if you don't want to," he told her, and pulled her close so she was looking straight up at him as they danced, moving their hips together. "We could always do something else," he said suggestively, and ran the tips of two of his fingers up her back.
She tensed, and her intake of breath shook in response. Stanton felt her sigh against his lips and closed his eyes. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, raising an eyebrow though she knew perfectly well what he was thinking.
Stanton kissed her lips lightly, biting her lower lip ever so gently when she pulled away. "There's one room I haven't shown you yet." Wrapping his arm around her waist, he led her out of the dancers and up the stairs.
A/N: Okay, I pulled the rating back up because I want more people to read this (I'm proud of my work...Lol), but because of that I have to warn you all about the next chapter. It happens to be a sex scene, pretty much entirely. YOU CAN SKIP TO CHAPTER 9 without losing any plot. These last few chapters are suggestive enough as it is, lol. I'm sure you get the idea of what they're about to do. :AHEM:
So...I just felt the need to warn y'all.
Review/Flame/Torture/Worship...all is welcomed. :Grinny:
-Cali :)