Title: 25/100 STRANGER

Pairing: Clair/Unknown

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 934

Summary: Set after the Season Finale of Season 3.

He slides up behind me as I dance. It'd been years since I allowed myself this small luxury. Hunting was what I did and I was good at it. The whole not being able to die thing helped out a lot. The club was a specials only, just in case the excitement got too much and someone used an ability.

His hands are very friendly, but I don't care. I close my eyes and imagine that they are HIS. On the bare skin of my stomach. His form pressed tightly against my back. The music changes beat and I move to the rhythm. Takes him a moment to reconnect with me. I smile as his hand gets bold and slides under my top onto my ribs, teasing the bottom of one breast. His other hand slides down to the crease of where my thigh and hip meet.

I raise my arms above and over my head, touching his hair. I image it's black and just happens to be the right length. I turn in his arms and look up into a stranger's face. I smile at him as sweetly as I can as his hands cup my ass. He dances a thigh between my legs and I grind with him. It's been a very long time since I've had sex. I usually avoid it because it makes me feel and I don't want that. I can easily read what's on this man's mind and I don't even have that ability. His dark eyes, too dark in the club to tell if they're brown, bore into mine.

He dips low because I'm so much shorter than him and am not surprised when his hands slide on the back of my thighs up and under my skirt. His fingers no doubt feel the frilly barely there panties I have on. I close my eyes and just go with it. It's easier when I imagine it's HIM. The music changes again and he's excited now. Must be one of his favorite songs or something. He hoists me up into his arms, I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. I have HIS image in my mind though and I smile, eyes still closed.

No time for groping when you're carrying someone's weight so I lean back and throw out my arms. Connected to him only by his arms around my back and my legs around his waist. He yells something that I can't nor want to hear. I lean forward again and put my arms around his neck. I play with his hair as I imagine looking into HIS eyes and playing with HIS hair. I hate to admit I miss HIM so much, but I do.

I'm too caught in the fantasy to pull away from the kiss. His lips are insistent and rough, not so different from HIM. I kiss hungrily remembering how simple and yet fulfilling simply kissing someone was. I shiver as the temperature drops a little and then my lips are burning from the cold. I pull back and open my eyes. He's still a stranger, but now with icy lips. I frown, asking him to let me go. He of course gets mad. Yells something and then stalks off. I pull my skirt back down. There's always something that shatters the illusion that it's not HIM.

I shrug, it was too young in the night for one pissed off stranger to make me want to go home. I start dancing again solo. I figure it won't be too long before another body wants to press against mine. I'm not actually looking for a one night stand, but there have been cases in the past where they'd looked a lot like HIM and I'd caved.

As the music changes again, I'm not disappointed. He's hesitant at first, his big hand sliding up and down my back as he dances in closer. I smile as I close my eyes. Too soon to want to see the real him. All too soon he's pressed firmly against me and there's a possessiveness in the way his hands move over my body. It's different. More intense and I can feel the emotions he feels when he moves his hands from one spot to the next. He tries to turn me to face him, but I refuse, dancing out of his grasp a little.

He dances in closer again and places both his hands low over my stomach, an intimate place for not actually touching me sexually. I shudder, knowing he means it as a possession. I open my eyes when I feel his lips on my neck, kissing the sweaty skin there. I bow my head as he moves across my shoulders. This guy's attitude reminds me so much of HIM that it's scary. I clamp my eyes closed once again as I let him turn me in his arms. His hands slide under my top and it brings chills to my skin when he rubs his thumbs over my nipples. I rake my fingers through his hair, daring to hope.

I pull his head down to me and I consume his mouth. His lips are soft where his kiss isn't. He bites my lip, I bite his tongue. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and pulls fast and hard leaving me dizzy. I return the favor, scraping my nails on his neck. He hisses into my mouth I'm not blind any longer. I still have my eyes closed fearing to open them to a Stranger's face, but knowing that this isn't. It's actually HIM.