Neither the Night Huntress characters nor the Conway Twitty Song belong to me.
"Tight Fittin' Jeans"
She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore
But I knew she'd never been inside a bar before
And I felt like a peasant who just had met a queen
And she knew I saw right through her tight fittin' jeans
Bones surveyed the crowd in the small, smoky bar. The vampire he had come here hunting for was nowhere to be found, not even a fresh scent trail. This wasn't his usual sort of place when he wasn't hunting, and he was about to leave when his eyes fell upon a shapely thirty-something woman. She saw him at the same moment and her red lips curved, studying him with a mixture of interest and… shyness?
His gaze swept over her, taking in a softly rounded body in jeans so tight she looked poured into them and a peasant blouse with a denim jacket over. She had an hourglass shape and shoulder length brown hair, and when she smiled and approached him he saw she moved with the gliding grace of a well born woman.
When she got closer, Bones smelled excitement, fear, a hint of lust, and beneath that what he knew to be a very expensive French soap. "How do you do?" He greeted her.
Her eyes widened at his accent, but after she did a quick up and down glance of his body again, she extended her hand. "How do you do? I'm Alicia."
"Russel," Bones said, taking her hand. "Fancy meeting a lady like yourself here," he said, and kissed her knuckle.
I ask her what's a woman like you doin' here
I see you're use to champagne but I'll buy you a beer
She said you've got me figured out but I'm not what I seem
And for a dance I'll tell you 'bout these tight fittin' jeans
Alicia laughed, the nerves giving way to more excitement, a brief rush of lust when his lips touched her, and curiosity. "Yes, this isn't where I usually go for an evening out." Then she cocked her head. "That accent says this isn't your typical scene, either."
Bones bowed his head in acquiescence. "Right you are, but if I weren't here, I wouldn't have met you, so fortune seems to be smiling upon me this evening. May I buy you a drink?"
"Beer, please," she said and Bones ordered for them both.
After the drinks arrived, Alicia tilted her head at Bones, smile a mixture of knowing flirtation and the giddy unsureness of a very young woman. "For a dance, I'll tell you what I'm doing here."
Bones smiled, sitting his drink down. "You're on." He caught her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. He maintained a respectful distance through the first, then pressed a bit closer during the second, testing the waters. He found them receptive, and for the third dance, their bodies molded and he was deliberately keeping his blood from where it wanted to go.
"Story time?" He asked after the third song ended, and she nodded, flushed. They sat down and after a deep draw on her beer, Alicia began to speak.
She said I married money, I'm used to wearin' pearls
But I've always dreamed of bein' just a good ol' boys girl
So tonight I left those crystal candle lights to live a dream
And partner, there's a tiger in these tight fittin' jeans
"Two weeks ago was my 12th wedding anniversary. It was not what I had hoped it would be." Her tone said she wouldn't elaborate on that. "So I decided to give myself the gift I've wanted for a long time. To be normal for a night."
"Normal?" Bones asked, thinking met the wrong bloke for that.
"Yes. Go drinking and dancing and be like every other woman out with a fellow. I've never done that."
"No? Your bloke doesn't take you dancing?"
She laughed but there was a bitter tone. "Oh he dances with his wife, when the situation requires it. But no, he doesn't take me dancing. We're married because we need to be married. I was young and beautiful and my father owned a parcel of land my husband's father's company wanted."
Alicia stopped speaking and looked at a couple at the table near them for a long moment. Bones followed her eyes. The two young lovers were leaning into one another, and while Alicia and Bones watched, the man said something that brought a pretty pink tinge to the woman's cheeks.
"No, Russel," Alicia continued then, "my 'bloke' doesn't take me dancing."
"Well then, Alicia," Bones said as he picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles again, "I would be honored to spend the evening with you, and show you exactly the sort of outing you desire." His accented voice dipped at "desire" and the resulting flush and new surge of lust told him she caught his meaning loud and clear.
We danced every dance and Lord the beer that we went through
I'm satisfied I did my best to make her dream come true
As she played out her fantasy before my eyes it seemed
A cowgirl came alive inside those tight fittin' jeans
Bones led her back to the dance floor and she moved with him in a way that told him she was more woman than her husband could imagine. What a waste, he thought as he held her, desire building through him. But she was not the first woman he'd held whose passion was wasted on the man she was married to. He used to satisfy those women for money, and now he did it for fun, and for the satisfaction of watching that passion finally burst forth.
He knew she would never leave her husband, no matter how unsatisfied she was, and he considered paying him a visit. A quiet word, accompanied by a flash of his eyes, would markedly improve Alicia's life in certain ways. It wouldn't be the first time he had done such a thing. We'll see what else she says about him, he decided.
Alicia was reveling in the attention. She grew bolder by the hour and shortly before the bar was to close, she bit her lip and drew a deep breath. He smelled her nerves return, along with excitement and a sharp spike of desire. He knew what she was working herself up to asking, and before she did, he leaned down and kissed her lightly.
When Bones pulled away her eyes were closed, but they opened quickly and widened with surprise.
"Would you like to take this to a more private area?" Bones asked huskily.
She showed a moment of indecision, then nodded.
In my mind she's still a lady that's all I'm gonna say
I knew that I'd been broken by the time we parted way
And I know I held more woman than most eyes have ever seen
That night I knew a lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans
Bones took her back to his hotel room, a comfortable but not pretentious affair a few blocks away. Once he'd locked the door, her nerves returned but he was more than adept at easing a woman's nerves in the bedroom.
He approached her, kissing her lightly. As he expected, she deepened the kiss after a moment, gathering two fistfuls of his shirt. When she finally came up for air, she was momentarily startled by the green in his gaze, but then he spoke, resonate and assured. "You do not see the green, you do not fear my fangs. You will not remember them."
Alicia nodded and kissed him again, humming as he sucked her lip gently. His hands settled on her waist, fingers kneading her back.
Hands found their way to buttons, and soon Bones stood shirtless, and Alicia in her bra and jeans. He kneaded her breasts while his mouth went to her neck, finding the places that drew gasps of pleasure.
She didn't object when he unfastened her bra and tossed it on the chair, then went to work on her jeans. His mouth didn't leave her neck until they drew apart so she could push her jeans and panties down. She flushed crimson but met his eyes squarely.
Bones looked her up and down and smiled with open appreciation. "Gorgeous," he said, bringing a darker flush, but he meant it. Alicia was softly rounded, with full breasts and slightly padded hips and stomach. He cupped her breasts again, dipping to lave one nipple, drawing a harsh gasp from her at the sensation. Then he took her hand and led her to the bed. "Lie down, pet."
Alicia lay down, watching him as he lay next to her. He saw her gaze stop briefly at his still-buttoned jeans, but then he took her nipple into his mouth and her eyes closed, her back arched, and a deep moan left her.
He teased that nipple until her moans took on a pleading edge, then switched to the other, lavishing the same attention on it. Her hands were in his hair and the slight sting of her tugs fueled his own ardor, but he ignored it.
His hand lay on her stomach, stroking gently, slowly heading lower. She stilled when he reached her pubic hair, but made no further objection. He cupped her sex and she ground into his hand as he continued to torture her nipples.
He found the small bundle of nerves and stroked in a slow, gentle circle. Her whole body seized in a pleasured arch and her hands pulled his hair none too gently, then she melted into the sensation. Her breath came in quiet gasps and she seemed to forget everything but the adept ministrations of his fingers.
Never felt that before, I see, he thought. Twelve bloody years and hasn't come once. He continued the slow, deliberate rub, watching as her body tensed, her hands straying to grip handfuls of the sheet. Then she shattered with a growling, sobbing cry. He kept stroking through the tremors, only stopping when she relaxed, panting.
"Better, pet?"
She opened her eyes, panting, her pupils dilated. It took a few tries for her voice to work, but then she said, "How… did you do that?"
Bones chuckled and took her hand, showing her exactly how he'd done it. Days of no orgasms are behind you now, he thought smugly. "All right?" He asked at the curious expression on her face.
"Yes, yes. Um, were you going to get undressed?"
"Yes," Bones said, "I was just enjoying you for a bit first."
She blinked at him, confused.
"I see," Bones purred. "Expected something a bit more rushed, I take it?"
Her expression plainly said well yeah.
He chuckled. "Oh pet, for me? Making you come is half of my enjoyment. Making you come over…" he trailed off, beginning to slide off the foot of the bed, and then chuckled again, the sound full of promise. "Making you come over and over? That… is what I do best."
He slid his tongue into her folds, stroking the same place he had touched with his fingers, and she nearly levitated. His hands gripped her hips and he tucked into his very favorite sort of feast.
Alicia's next orgasm released on a scream, hips bucking as he slid his tongue inside her as she convulsed.
Bones got his pants off while she recovered, covering her and balancing his weight on his elbows. She wrapped her arms around him, opening her legs and tilting her hips in invitation. He accepted, pushing slowly into her warmth, shuddering as her body stretched and encased him.
"Please…." She whispered in his ear, and he needed no other encouragement.
Well now she's back in her world and I'm still stuck in mine
But I know she'll always remember the time
A cowboy once had a millionaire's dream
And Lord I love that lady wearin' tight fittin' jeans
Two days later, Bones knocked on the door of a beautiful antebellum mansion. "Is Mr. Porter in?" He asked in his best upper crust British accent. His suit and tie were stunning, expensive, and fit him so well he looked flawless.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" A man asked as he descended the stairs. His hair was salt and pepper but his face looked about thirty-five. He wasn't muscular in the same way as Bones, but was tightly packed and burly.
"Charmed to meet you," Bones said, extending his hand. Frank Porter accepted it, eyeing Bones cooly, and then Bones' gaze lit up.
That night as Alicia and Frank Porter made ready for bed, he approached her, kissing her shoulder. She sighed, wishing Frank touched her the way Russel had.
"Alicia?"
She was surprised by the tone in Frank's voice. She turned and was even more shocked when he held out a small box.
"Happy anniversary," he said, and opened the lid.
She took out the box and drew out heart shaped locket, and then saw a small note. She took that out as well, reading quickly.
Thank you for a lovely evening. Happy anniversary.
Her eyes were huge, but Frank didn't seem to notice. Alicia's mind raced as she tried to figure out how Frank, and Russel, and…
Her musings were cut off by a slow, sensual kiss on her pulse point. She hummed in appreciation, and again as he touched her gently, all over. In a few minutes she was over the shock of the gift, the note, and the new ardor to Frank's touch. Instead, she gave herself over to the pleasure and sent one thought out into the universe. Thank you, Russel.