Ok. this was written as part of an exercise given by my teach while we were in Ireland. We had to write 2 scenes. They had to be different by way of POV, physic distance, tense, ect. I had already done Goddess which is on here and decided to write that same night from Maureen's perspective. So, enjoy!

-Serendipity Kat


Goddess (Maureen's POV)

The gorgeous brunette stole a glance around the club as the DJ began to play her favorite song. She slowly raised her hands above her head as she moved to the sensual music. God, she loved to dance. She loved attention and need some now. She looked again around the club and then headed for the bar.

"Back again, Maureen?" the bartender asked, grinning at her.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and laughed. "Naturally, Collins. Give me a Cosmo. I need some fuel."

Collins laughed as he slid over a glass and began to pour the alcohol in it. Maureen's green eyes glittered as her potent gaze fell upon a blonde guy fiddling with a video camera. He would do… She turned around and grabbed her drink.

"Thanks Collins, honey. Put it on my tab." She downed her drink and moved off into the crowd without waiting for an answer. She lowered her eyes and began to sway. Several people started to drift her way as if drawn by some invisible thread. As their bodies pressed up against hers, she felt a wave of euphoria fill her. She looked up, almost lost in the feeling, and noticed the blondes' eyes following her every movement. She saw his mouth move as if he was speaking. She curved her lips into a coy smile. She left her entourage and glided over him and smiled inwardly as he started to squirm under her gaze. She subtly encouraged the sway of her hips as she came closer. She leaned against the table and cocked one hip to the side.

"Hello, lover." She purred. He was pretty cute; pale blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She looked into his eyes and saw them begin to cloud with hidden desire.

"Lover, I'm not your lov-," he started to stutter, but she cut him off by allowing her finger to rest gently on his lips. She began to slowly trace his lips. He had nice lips.

"It's just us tonight, lover. Shhh…" she purred and purposely leaned into him and flicked her tongue on his ear. She felt him quiver and rested her arms on his shoulders and put her hands on his back.

"Kiss me, lover. Put your mouth to use." She cooed in his ear. She brought her lips so close that they almost touched.

"I don't know yo-" he tried to say, but was distracted by the proximity of her generous chest.

"She shook her head. We don't need to know each other." She brought her lips to his and kissed him passionately. His arms were still at his sides and she was ok. At least he hadn't tried to break her spirit yet. She put as much as she could into the kiss without setting herself up for capture.

And then, she felt his hands start to creep up her sides and inside, warning bells began to chime.

Get out! Get out! Get out! Her mind yelled.

His hands rose even higher to her shoulders and grabbed on to them.

Her body tensed and she began to panic. She broke the kiss and backed away. She couldn't deal with this, it was too much like commitment.

"See you later, lover." She turned on her heel and lost herself in the smoky air as the blonde camera man stared opened mouthed after her.

She would never be captured. She was a free spirit. She shook out her mane of hair and began to spin her game again with some sandy-brown-haired rocker.


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