Drabble:24
POV:Third Person
His eyes followed her around the room. She was a real beauty, with a killer body and a face worthy of a goddess. And she seemed oblivious to the tons of eyes following her every move. The moroi man disengaged himself from his companions and leaned against a pillar, to peruse her more leisurely.
She was short in stature, even shorter than the average dhampir, but she had a way of carrying herself that made her seem taller. She was beautiful, even with the drab guardian uniform and her sleek ponytail. And powerful. Even with the uniform, it was apparent that she had a lean, sinewy body. And she was in full-guardian mode, eyes roving everywhere as she followed her charge. Her eyes darting across the room met his for a long second. He was besotted. He had never seen such an attractive woman, ever-a real femme fatale. And he wanted her.
Across the room, the object of his attraction was well aware of the eyes following her, but she paid them no heed for she was on duty. She was flattered by how many men approached her, but she didn't flirt bad. Firstly, it would hamper her reputation, and secondly, she was waiting for him. The tanned moroi with the green silk shirt. Who was following her with an over-interested, almost possessive, look, from his spot near the pillar, but didn't approach her. Not yet, anyway.
The man and the woman played the cat and mouse game throughout the evening, giving each other sly, challenging glances. It was both thrilling and frustrating. For more reasons than one.
At the end of the night, the female went out to scout the area for strigois with half a dozen other guardians. Seeing that, the male bade goodbye to his hosts and left.
As she returned from scouting, a hand pulled her into a deserted corridor before she could reenter the banquet hall. A quick glance revealed him, so she went along without protesting.
Pushing her against a wall, he kissed her. A passionate, fierce kiss that she couldn't help responding to. At that moment, she wasn't a lowly dhampir and he wasn't an influential moroi- they were just a man and woman. When they finally broke apart, they studied each other silently, bodies still pressed together.
"Did you think I'd let you leave without kissing you, sweetheart?", the man purred in her ear.
"If you continue this way, we'll be caught", she chastised him.
"Does it matter?", he scoffed. "I want you, and you want me. Why should we let the opinion of others stop us?"
"I don't want you", she retorted.
"Of course you don't", he grinned wickedly and kissed her again.
"I'm not gonna sleep with you", she said, and pushed him away. Straightening her uniform, she started to walk away.
"So you say now, beauty queen", he called after her. "You'll be mine yet."
"Goodnight, Abe", she replied, just before disappearing around the corner.
"Goodnight, Jay", he smiled, and walked towards the orchard where his guardians awaited. Ibrahim Mazur was in love, and Janine Hathaway was gonna be his, he would ensure that.
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