The bar was quiet, the dance floor now barren of other dancing bodies. Auburn had shed her jacket, shoes and socks. The floor was cold to the touch, but welcome to her senses. It grounded her in a way, calming her anxious nerves. She faced the bartender while Dean stood at the other side of the dance floor, staring intensely at her. She did her best to hide the blush that rose to tint her cheeks and the rush if adrenaline that thrummed in her veins. She looked up at the bartender, giving him a small nod. Carly Pearce's Every Little Thing began to spill out of the speakers. She began her dance with a slow saunter, her feet matching with the beat of the music. Her hips swayed slightly, sensually until the sound of the lazy guitar strums. She had just reached Dean and spun around, grabbing his anxious hands and pressed them further into her waist. He seemed to have anticipated her move. They swayed left then right before Dean spun her to face him.
She allowed herself to fall into him, keeping their gazes locked as she began to arch her back, curling her fingers in a small cue to follow her. Her left leg bent behind her, giving her support against her own bodyweight as her right leg extended between his legs as he bent with her. Her toes pointed elegantly, her hips pressing into Dean's as he held her close. She could feel the heat of him through her close, her skin felt like it was on fire. Her right leg slowly recoiled, her foot trailing up the back of his leg, her hands cupping the back of his neck. He brought them up quickly, their foreheads meeting. His eyes traced down to her lips which were mere centimeters from his. She could hear a low growl as her knee rubbed against his mid thigh. Her right leg stepped out suddenly, her other foot dragging behind her as she turned, bringing her left leg up and stepped quickly, circling a confused looking Dean. His gaze followed her.
He should have felt out of place, but somehow he knew how to react to her. As she round him he gripped her wrist, spinning her around and catching her as she fell back. Her hands cupped his cheeks tenderly, her lips brushing over his. Their breathing hitched, his stomach flipped in hunger, craving her full lips on his. He trailed his hands down her leg, cupping the back of her thigh as he picked her up and spun her around. She landed safely on the ground, masking her surprise by hooking her right leg around his waist, her back pressed against his chest. She pliéd, leaning to the left lazily while Dean held his arms out as if to catch her. She rolled her body up until she stood straight, fan kicking over his head with room to spare before turning and running a few steps.
Dean watched as she leaped into the air, her back arching, her pointed toes practically touching her head and her arms out like a 't'. She looked so elegant, her moves like water. She appeared airless on the dance floor, he had never been happier to have been left behind than in that moment. He ran after her, stopping to spread his legs as she fell flat on the floor and pushed herself back. He bent down to grab her hand, flipping her onto her back. He grabbed her other hand as she crossed her arms in front if her and pulled her up. He caught her before she fell backwards, picking her up in his arms bridal style and dipped her carefully. Her fingers laced a crown behind his neck, she slowly looked up at him, his head cocking slightly as he gazed into her eyes. They were so close now, she could feel his breath tickling her lips and his stubble gently scraping her chin. It was her turn to gaze at his mouth and how she wished she could feel his plump, pink lips on hers. A sudden fire hit desire swept through her to her core, her knees felt weak as the song came to a close and Dean reluctantly lowered her to her feet. His hands still gripped her at the waist. She smiled wryly at him, her eyes blazing with lust.
"And here I thought you wouldn't be man enough to finish the song," she teased him before pulling back and brushing past him. He felt like he was flying, his body swooning as he stared after her. His gaze turned into a hungry glare and he chewed the inside of his cheek as he sauntered forward. She was teasing him, he understood that and he enjoyed it thoroughly. He was trying to shake the way her hips had pressed into his during the dance, the sheer intimacy enough to scare him and reel him in all at once. He strutted over, almost stalking her like how a predator stalks its prey. He'd made up his mind that she'd becoming his obsession until he had her as his. No woman had ever dared to hex him like she just had, if hadn't known better he would have thought she was a witch.
He arrived at the bar, calking out for the bartender and ordering a shot if whiskey. No doubt he needed the shot to calm his nerves. Auburn refused to look him in the eyes as she downed her drink greedily.
"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you were a dancer," Roman complimented approvingly. Dean downed his shot and listened into the conversation.
"Yep, I'd been dancing since I was little," she smiled warmly at Roman. Seth wiggled his eye brows, sliding next to her.
"So, ah, when do you think you can teach me some of your moves?" He asked, about to wrap his arm around her before Dean roughly swatted it away, shooting him a warning glare. Seth furrowed his dark brows.
"Well, uh…" she trailed off, feeling more than slightly suffocated by Seth's advances. She heard a shift on the other side of her and then felt the radiating heat of Dean. His chest and belly pressing against her back. A deep rumble vibrated from him.
"It's getting late, Auburn. We have class tomorrow, I'd hate for you to be late." The baritone in his tone caught her attention, warning her of its intensity. She nodded, not wanting to argue with him. She stood up, said her goodbyes and walked out the door with Dean trailing behind her. She paused at the door, turning around and pressing her palm into the center of his chest. Dean raised an eye brow at her, smirking cockily. "What? Couldn't wait to get your hands on me again?"
"Don't flatter yourself. What happened in there?" She asked, clearly annoyed with him. Dean shrugged, flashing his signature slanted smile, his brown hair disheveled and falling into his face.
"Don't know."
"Don't know? Dean come on, be a man and act your age." Auburn snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Dean's blue eyes flashed dangerously.
"Oh I'm plenty of a man, sweetheart. I'm probably more of a man than you can handle, unless you care to convince me otherwise?" He offered, lips pursing. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, pushing him away.
"UGH! Incorrigible!" She exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air and storming off.
"HEY!" Dean called after her, his voice becoming a raspy yell. "Where you goin'?"
"Where the hell do you think?!" She yelled back, waving for a taxi and practically jumping in. As the door slammed closed and her address left her lips she slumped back. Her bottom lip trembling, confusion over ridding the ache that set in her heart. What happened to set him off? Did she do something wrong? They had finally gotten along. Her mind flashed back the aching pressure that swelled between her hips when their bodies were pressed together and the tingling sensation if his hot, moist breath on her skin. She'd never felt that connection, that want, for anyone. Now that she had, she wasn't sure if she could stay away even though she wanted to. After tonight she wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss Dean or punch him.
