"Where did you even get these?" Roza asked Sydney holding the article of clothing away from her as if it would physically harm her.
"Please, if I wasn't making you wear these, you'd probably wear them yourself." Sydney scoffed taking the shiny black spandex pants away from her.
"I'll admit they'll make my ass look fantastic," Roza said snatching the pants back and adding them to her pile. She currently had a fluorescent pink mini skirt and gold scrunchies. I had to agree with Roza, those pants would make her ass look fantastic, but I wasn't sure that's what I wanted.
I didn't like the thought of Roza walking in a club with her ass on display for any guy to ogle. As if sensing my unease, Roza turned and gave me a loving and reassuring smile. She blew me a kiss before shooing me out of her room.
It was only going to be a few hours, but I already missed her.
"I look like a stained-glass window." I heard Jasper mutter as I made my way onto the ground floor. Jasper and Christopher had been sampling from a mountain of 80's trends. I was starting to wonder where Sydney was able to produce such an enormous variety of clothing from on such short notice, but I was sure with Abe's help anything was possible.
"I'm telling you, dude, jeans and an open jacket and you're set," Christopher said from his spot on one of the couches. Like he said, Christopher was wearing a pair of acid-wash jeans and a beat-up leather jacket. Being a well-trained Guardian with the body to prove it, he didn't need a shirt underneath the jacket nor did the fashion trend call for one.
"I'd rather not have half of my body on full display. I know you're still hunting for some action, but I've got mine upstairs helping Belikov's girl." Jasper said digging through the pile again.
I felt a smirk take over my face as Jasper mentioned Roza being my girl. I could still feel Roza's unease about the fashion choices we, well, Sydney was making for her, but her excitement was much more prominent.
"Speaking of which, what's your girl got you wearing, Belikov?" Christopher asked, being the first to acknowledge my presence in the room.
"I'm not sure. She said that Sydney and she would pick it out. I'm sure it will be atrocious, but I'm going to wear it anyway." I said with a shrug. More likely than not, my duster would cover anything that the girls picked out for me, but I'd still like to look somewhat presentable especially if I was going to have Roza on my arm.
"I know I've said this before, but, man, are you whipped." Christopher chuckled.
"And loving every second of it," I said falling onto the couch beside him to watch the slow progress that Jasper was making.
"Alright, I've seen you eye them like seven times, just wear the parachute pants already." Kyle sighed rubbing his temples as if to ward off a headache.
"Hey now, you don't get a say in what any of us are wearing. You're not having to dress out for this event." Jasper muttered but pulled the parachute pants out of the pile anyway.
"Seems kind of unfair if you ask me." Christopher pointed out.
"I'm just the driver, guys. I don't have to go into the club so there's no need for me to dress the part." Kyle said relaxing into his armchair before shooting forward to grab an article of clothing. "Look! You could look just like a Mondrian painting!"
"I'm not sure that's a positive thing," Jasper muttered. He grabbed the parachute pants and a muscle shirt before moving off the change.
"Totally radicle, dude," Christopher said in a lazy tone as Jasper emerged looking like MC Hammer.
"I feel totally ridiculous, dude," Jasper said in a voice that mimicked Christopher's.
"It's definitely got that ridiculous feel to it," Kyle muttered.
"You don't get a say, remember?" Jasper sighed rolling his eyes. He fell into the spot on the other side of Christopher, and we fell into a slightly awkward silence.
Kyle looked like he wanted to say something, and Christopher was fidgeting impatiently beside me. Occasionally, he would look over at me and open his mouth as if to say something, but when I would turn to give him a questioning look, he always looked away.
"Do you guys know what we're doing for weapons?" I asked finally breaking the tense silence.
"I figured we'd have our back scabbards and a stake," Christopher said gesturing toward his own sword while patting his pocket to point out his stake.
"What about Roza? I don't think she'll be able to hide a stake or wear her hip scabbard."
"She'll figure something out," Jasper said distractedly as he continued to inspect his pants.
"Dimitri!" Her melodic voice floated through the air. I quickly jumped up from my spot and rushed up the stairs. I heard footsteps behind me, but I didn't stop to see who it was. I knocked on her door once before entering.
"You called?" I inquired as I stepped into the room, but I didn't find Roza. Sydney was sitting on Roza's bed flipping through a magazine with little interest. She looked up as she flipped a page and gave me an odd look.
"I didn't call you." She said. When she looked behind me her face lit up. I turned to see Jasper, Christopher, and Kyle standing in the doorway with matching confused expressions.
"I didn't hear anyone call you." Christopher piped up.
"I called you," Roza said from the doorway of her closet.
"I didn't hear you call him," Sydney said with furrowed eyebrows, tossing her magazine to the side. My eyes roamed Roza's form. She'd adorned the shiny black spandex pants and her miniskirt and paired it with a tight black tank top. Her hands and forearms were covered with neon yellow fishnet fingerless gloves.
Her hair was held up in a side ponytail with a gold scrunchie and had been teased out to twice its normal volume. Her feet were covered by strappy heels at least five inches tall, but they made her legs look more shapely. All in all, she was perfect, and there was not one place for her to hide a stake.
"Are you sure you don't need leg warmers with that getup?" Jasper chuckled.
"Nah, I think my legs are hot enough," Roza responded with a wink, kicking one of her heel-clad feet out to the side to draw even more attention to it. I could practically feel everyone else rolling their eyes, but she was right. Her legs were hot, as was the rest of her, but I didn't know if I was going to be able to let her leave the house as such.
"I concur," I said with my gaze still locked on Roza. She gave a slight blush but didn't respond.
"Before we get into how awesome Rose looks, can we answer the question of how Dimitri heard Rose call for him but no one else did?" Sydney asked moving to the edge of the bed where Jasper joined her seconds later.
Roza smirked but didn't provide an answer, and I didn't have one so I shrugged.
"No one?" Sydney asked incredulously. "Are you not the least bit curious as to how you heard Rose call you?"
"Not really. As long as I hear her when she calls I should be fine." I responded with another shrug which made Roza laugh. I had a feeling that I was at Roza's beck and call, no matter how soft, because of the bond we'd formed with the Darkness and Light.
"Whipped." I heard Christopher mutter quietly. I knew Roza heard him from the stony gaze she gave him, but it didn't appear that anyone else heard him.
"Your clothes are on your bed, Comrade," Roza said finally causing Sydney to stop analyzing us as if she would suddenly figure out how I heard Roza. Roza turned to the rest of those attending, "We'll leave in about an hour."
I glanced out her windows to still see daylight, and the sun wasn't even close to the horizon.
"We're going to get food first, then we're going to the club," Roza explained sensing my growing question. I nodded and pushed the other males out of the room, dragging Jasper by the arm as I went.
I nudged the guys down the stairs and moved into my room to see what Roza had picked for me to wear. Sitting on my bed were a pair of shiny black spandex pants that matched the ones that Roza had on. A muscle shirt in the same neon yellow as Roza's fingerless gloves was laying beside them.
I sighed and complied with her choices. Both articles were extremely form-fitting, but I suppose that I had the body to pull it off. Only one thing could become problematic, especially if I was going to be dancing with Roza, but I could always use Roza to block anything obvious.
"This is the last time I ever let you dress me," I mumbled before walking out into the hall. Roza was leaning against the wall opposite my door with a smirk on her face.
"You say that now, but you'll let me do it again with little to no objections otherwise." She said pushing herself off the wall and throwing her arms around my neck. "At least you look hot."
"No thanks to you." I huffed. "You couldn't have picked either a top or a bottom that didn't hug every contour of my body?"
"I mean, I could have, but I didn't want to. If you're going to show it off, Comrade, you've got to show it all off." She purred rubbing herself up against me suggestively.
"This was what I was afraid of." I moaned dropping my head to rest on the curve of her neck.
"Self-control, babe. It's all a lesson in self-control." She chuckled running her fingers through my hair.
"I've already failed," I mumbled against her skin. I traced the curve of her neck with my tongue stopping below her ear. She started to pull away as I took her earlobe in between my teeth, but I gripped her hips to keep her in place.
"Comrade, stop, you're going to make us late if you keep going like this." She protested weakly.
"You should have thought about that before you pressed your gorgeous body up against me," I said before claiming her bright red lips as my own. We didn't get too deep into the kiss before we heard someone clear their throat down the hall.
I released a sigh as I let Roza pull away to deal with whoever interrupted us and used the time to study her up close. Despite my best effort, her lipstick was flawless on her plump lips. Her beautiful brown eyes were framed perfectly with her black eyelashes, though they were made more mysterious by a bright pink smokey eye.
Her normal perfectly smooth hair was teased out in her ponytail though she left a few strands out to frame her face. I tried to get my brain to hear the words coming out of her mouth as she spoke to the person at the other end of the hallway, but all I could see was the way her mouth formed the words, how her lips moved to shape each syllable.
Perfect.
She turned her head to look at me and her mouth stopped moving. Her eyebrows furrowed, and I couldn't help but frown as her confusion replaced the smile she had been wearing.
"Comrade?" Her voice finally broke through.
"Huh?" I asked shaking my head as an attempt to focus.
"Are you ready to leave?" She asked with a small smile.
"Whenever you are, milaya," I responded with a smile of my own. She nodded and pulled me behind her. Before we turned to walk down the stairs, I looked to see who she had been talking to.
Abe and Pavel were standing outside Abe's office looking as stern as ever. Abe narrowed his eyes while Pavel took the opportunity to crack his knuckles. Roza, of course, didn't see this interaction, but I'm sure she would have rolled her eyes at their overprotectiveness, but I couldn't help but gulp as I followed Roza down the stairs.
"You better take care of her, Belikov! We might need to have another chat if not." I heard Abe call from behind me, but I tried not to put too much thought into his threat. I was going to take excellent care of Roza, no threat needed.
My eyes focused on Roza's ass as it swayed back and forth in her descent. Even with the pants and mini skirt on, her ass was still prominent and not very well hidden. Her small waist further accentuated all of her curves, and her style choice tonight told me that I was going to be peeling guys off of her all night long.
"Are you guys ready to leave?" Roza called out. I tore my gaze away from her body and saw the rest of our party lounging around the living room. They all looked up at Roza and me and nodded in confirmation.
We took the time to strap on our respective weapons. Sydney had adorned a similar outfit to Roza, but hers wasn't as tightly molded to her body, though it did show off the curves she did have which I noted Jasper eyeing fondly.
I didn't have a place for my stake so I left it on the counter in the kitchen alongside my Scimitar.
"I can carry that for you, Comrade, if you'd like?" Roza offered, nodding toward my stake.
"Where will you put it?" I asked running my eyes over her body once more.
"I'll put it next mine." She said picking up my stake and sliding it into the strap on the inside of her thigh right next to her stake. She pulled her skirt back down to successfully cloak her weapons and pulled her back scabbard on.
My eyes lingered on her thighs knowing when the time came, I'd have fun retrieving my stake from her.
"Let's go." Someone said behind me, and we all filed out into the garage.
Christopher, Jasper, and Sydney all climbed into the SUV that Kyle was driving while Roza handed me the keys to Sasha. We both donned our helmets before we climbed on. Roza wrapped her arms around my waist and her thighs spread wide around my hips.
I felt the two stakes digging into my hip, but I didn't comment because they weren't doing any damage.
"Where are we eating?" I asked as we were flying down the road.
"Wok to Walk," Roza replied. "Just follow Kyle. He knows where he's going."
I nodded and followed close to Kyle as we wove through the blocks of New York City. While Kyle parked on the street in front of the restaurant, I found a parking lot closer to the club to leave the bike. Roza and I walked back to Wok to Walk and arrived as the others were coming out with their food.
They nodded at us and started to meander their way down the street. I held the door open for Roza as we entered to get our food.
"What do you want?" She asked looking up at the menu.
"Surprise me," I said leaning down to kiss her cheek. She ordered, and I paid. She handed my carton of food and a pair of chopsticks before gesturing me outside.
We walked side by side back the way we came, eating our food in silence. We passed Kyle as he sat in the driver's seat of the SUV eating his meal. I figured he'd wait until he finished to move the vehicle closer to the club.
We took our time navigating the streets back to the club. We quickly finished our food and discarded the empty containers. I tangled my fingers with Roza's as we continued our walk in silence. There were a few pedestrians that gave us confused glances and a few that gave Roza a little too much attention for my liking, but most steered clear of us and our odd attire.
The closer we got to the club the less odd looks we received. It appeared that everyone around The Pyramid Club knew it was 80's night and they didn't even spare us a second glace, well other than Roza.
"You know, I really hate that you're so attractive sometimes," I told her about a block from the club. There were a few people that I could only assume were heading in the same direction. The males would practically salivate at Roza until they noticed me walking with her.
"Why?" She asked with a hurt expression on her face.
"Cause I'm pretty sure if I wasn't standing right next to you holding your hand, there would be a mob of guys begging to get into your pants. I'd probably be in jail by now if I wasn't near you all the time."
"I suppose that's a reason to keep you close to me." She smirked and looped her arm around mine while resting her head on my shoulder.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I saw a few nearby males slump in defeat. To further dissuade them from pursuing Roza, I placed a kiss on the top of her head. As we approached the door, the bouncer's eyes glazed over with obvious lust at the sight of Roza, but he visibly paled as I narrowed my eyes at him.
I heard Roza giggle as the bouncer let us in without a word. Inside the club was a lot smaller than I thought it would be, but there was already a mass of gyrating bodies dancing to the music I had grown up with.
"This seems like your kind of place, Comrade," Roza muttered with a smirk.
I had to agree with her. "Electric Avenue" was just starting and a wide smile spread across my face as I pulled Roza toward the middle of the crowd. I was more than surprised when Roza started doing the running man.
"It seems I'm not the only one with knowledge of the 80's." I chuckled in her ear as I pulled her closer to me effectively halting her outrageous dancing.
"I know all the lamest dance moves, Comrade." She laughed. Her body rolled back against mine. The next time I rolled with her placing my hands on her hips to keep her in place.
While her eyes were roaming the club, my eyes were focused on the way her body moved against mine. I didn't notice any discomfort when I entered the club so I assumed that it was too early for Strigoi to be here.
It was better for us to be here before the Strigoi got here anyway. If we walked into the club when they were already here, they might sense the shift in the air as we entered, but if we were already here, the club would already have the charged air we brought.
As we were waiting for them to appear, several guys tried to approach Roza, but the look I gave them kept them at bay. I'm assuming that Roza did a similar act with any female that tried to approach me because I wasn't bothered either. We danced in an open space in the middle of the dance floor.
We moved well together which brought us more attention with each song, but it was Roza's body that held the attention. Each curve of her body was made to draw eyes, and the way she moved, so confident and flawlessly, kept them on her.
I felt the moment they stepped into the club. My stomach clenched, and I heard Roza suck in a breath as her body hesitated in her next move. We'd danced our way through several songs as the nauseating pit in our stomachs grew.
There were quite a few Strigoi that had filtered in the club. Considering the club was small, there had to have been a few missing person reports that came from this particular club. There wasn't anything that we could do about that now, but we could stop the monsters that were responsible.
"Tainted Love" came on, and Roza pulled away from me. She turned to face me and gave me a wink as she backed her way slowly through the crowd. The crowd behind her parted to let her through as I stalked after her.
She continued to dance backward as her Darkness parted the way while it worked to draw me further in.
"Touch me, baby, tainted love." She mouthed at me as I reached her at the edge of the dance floor near a dark corner. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to me before lowering myself in front of her.
I winked up at her as I ran my hands from her ankle up to her thigh. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed on their own accord as my fingers worked their way higher and high. I slid my stake out of the strap on her inner thigh and kissed my way up to her mouth.
She eagerly returned my heated kiss. I could feel their disgusting eyes roaming my Roza as she pressed herself even closer to me. She pulled back slightly to give me a knowing look. Her hands tangled themselves in my hair as she leaned up to whisper in my ear.
As the word pushed past her lips and brushed lightly across my skin, I shivered in anticipation.
"Showtime."