A/n: just a heads up that this chapter might get a little more graphic in some dancing descriptions...
Dinner was done and they were all on their third or fourth drink when the team decided to head back out to the front of the club. Hannah and Amir had laughed their way through dinner, Amir's hand draped causally on the back of her chair, Hannah nonchalantly touching her hand to his arm and knee. Amir led Hannah out first and pulled her into his arms on the dance floor. She moved comfortably in his embrace, smiling softly into the crook of his neck.
Noah scratched his head nervously and asked Jaz if she would like to dance. Her pause was almost imperceptible, checking to see where Adam was. It felt strange spending this entire night with him but not with him at all.
McG had nabbed him and they were engaged in a lively conversation with several young women near the bar. Apparently McG was making good on his promise to play wingman for Adam. Jaz was miffed. She had caught Adam watching her throughout dinner, and she was sure he had something on his mind. She had half expected him to pull her aside to chat after dinner.
Jaz nodded to Noah and moved with him past Adam and McG, not giving them a second glance. If he wanted to ignore her, fine, that was his business. She certainly wasn't going to hang around like a little lost puppy.
Adam caught a flash of red lace sweep past him and Jaz's unmistakable scent of orange blossom wafted through the air. What?!? She is dancing with Noah? Instant jealousy cropped up and Adam startled at the intensity he was feeling. Why shouldn't she dance with Noah? She was free to have a good time and she had the right to dance with anyone she wanted.
Adam ached to the be the one holding Jaz in his arms, to breathe in her scent again, to feel her small hand in his. He had to distract himself or he'd be trailing after her like a junior higher.
Adam grabbed the hand of the girl closest to him and dragged her to the dance floor. Keeping one eye on Jaz, he twirled and glided, pulling the tall brunette closer to his body. He was buzzed and he didn't care. All that mattered right now was getting Jaz out of his freaking head.
The girl in his arms was thrilled at the attention. She was buzzed too, and a little high, though Adam didn't realize it. She moved in Adam's arms, pressing her every curve against his solid body, running her hands down his chest to his waist, pulling his hips to grate against hers.
She was drenched in sweat but didn't even realize it. The music carried her along and she wrapped her arms around Adam's neck, heightening her chest to his collarbone.
Adam allowed himself to finally let go of Jaz and take in the body of the woman in front of him. She wasn't shy in the least and she was practically throwing herself at him. Her strapless dress deepened into a V at the front, showing off every bit of cleavage and her head was tipped back swaying with the music. Basically he had her hips grinding agonist his groin, her full breasts in his face, and the face that would have personalized her to him angled away.
He did what any man who had shaky self control from three too many drinks would do, especially when trying desperately to not screw it all and take his soulmate in his arms and kiss the living hell out of her. He pulled the girl in his arms upright and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here. I've got a hotel room a few blocks away."
She shrieked in delight and stumbled towards the door, grasping Adam's hand around her shoulders for balance. Adam purposely avoided looking for Jaz - he was drunk but not enough to think that he wouldn't still throw everything to the wind and make his affection clearly known if he looked in her beautiful eyes and read the unabashed love and respect that he'd grown accustomed to seeing there.
The cool night air whispered on Adam's face as he directed his date towards his hotel. Now that he was out of the loud, hot, chaotic club, he was starting to question the wisdom of a reactionary one night stand.
The girl tugged on his arm, pulling him back into his escape. They were almost to the hotel now. The light closet to his room was broken and he fumbled with the key in the darkness. All the while, the girl beside him groped all up and down his body, pressing her face into his shoulder, boldly acquainting herself with his muscular frame.
Finally the door clicked open and Adam stumbled in, flicking on the light and turning to kiss the woman following him. She enthusiastically reciprocated, pushing him to the bed where their bodies pressed against each other.
Adam gave one last thought to the raven haired ninja on his team, how he had planned the night to go so differently, and that, damn it, he hadn't gotten around to apologizing for his jerky behavior in Tehran. Tomorrow. He'd have one last chance to catch her before her flight left.