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Sark had a rather low opinion of most of the clubs in LA, but he admitted that they at least had decent salsa clubs. Fortunately, salsa was a dance he knew he was good at, and even more fortuitously, it seemed a club had opened since he was last here. Their website was impressive, he'd heard of the band playing that night, and it seemed a cut above the rest of the LA scene--more like what one might find in Europe. Decision made, he called a couple of people he knew to make sure they were on the list. He hated standing in lines, and thought after a long day, she'd rather get to the dancing, the drinking, the moving rather than standing outside. He dressed with care, black dress pants, well-shined shoes with good dancing soles, and a soft black shirt. All black was not his usual choice. Too cliche, really. But he also knew it looked damn good on him, would be sure to complement anything she wore without overshadowing her, and help him blend in the shadows. Now, all he had to do was wait.
It honestly hadn't been too difficult for her to explain her request to Sydney and for a moment she actually thought there seemed a glance of jealousy in her superior. That while Rachel was getting ready to go out to some club as a mysterious stranger, Sydney was headed home to married life and a baby. It was good for her, but there was a slight wistful look that Rachel caught in the mirror as Sydney left the small room. Rachel had been milling through the clothing for a while now and there were a few dresses that she wanted to wear but really never found the right mission detail for them. The black wig was a drastic change of pace for her as well. Usually her ops pushed her toward the red hues, the light browns, but tonight she was going drastic. The short bob came beneath to tuck behind her ear on one side and swept close to her eye on the other. The red stain to her lips a bit darker than she'd usually wear but it matched the red dress that she'd picked. The heels went along as well, high with straps that wound up her calves and as she took one final look in the mirror she smirked, knowing that she was going to have fun.
She texted him and he replied with the address, and she arrived making good time. Valet taking her car and the name given at the door got her in quickly and soon the throbbing beat of the club pulsed against her. Glancing around she caught him, the streak of blond in the corner trying not to stand out but really she could've spotted him regardless. Cutting a path through the crowd shifting her hips a bit to the music as she swayed over toward him she trailed her fingertip across his shoulder catching him before he turned to look at her. She stepped around behind him gracefully her hands running up against his chest from behind his body, teasing her fingers against the collar before she continued her circle around him to meet his eyes, "Well hello there dressed in black."
He'd seen her when she came in, though his eyes had slid over her, not expecting the short, dark wig. An admiring glance and then he'd gone back to searching for her familiar fair hair. She'd said she was coming--it had been her idea after all--but he couldn't help just a bit of nerves. All weekend in her bed, quiet drinks in a deserted bar...it was different than this, surrounded by people, part of the throng. Even anonymous in the crowd, there was something more risky in it, and he wasn't sure if that was risk to his freedom or some sense of something that he had yet to define. The touch took him a bit by surprise as he turned to catch the eye of whomever was so close, but then the familiarity of of her fingers registered, and he smiled slowly. His teeth caught his lip as she shifted back in front of him, and he lazily ran his eyes down over her, taking in the wig, the dress, the way it clung to curves he was learning very intimately. "Hello there, lady in red."
Her arm draped over his shoulder easily, the long day a far off memory as she met his eyes, and that bite of his lower lip that usually meant more than just his approval. Pressing against him a bit more she kept her eyes to his as she leaned closer to him, the brush of her lips against his was soft as her hand slide up against his chest and once more traced against the space where his skin wasn't covered by his shirt. Pulling away from him a bit she put on the slight pout of her mouth that still hinted at something not innocent at all, "Do you like what you see?"
His hands settled around her ribs, then slowly traced down the fabric of the dress, feeling the heat of her skin under it, until they rested on her hips. He shifted closer to her, eyes skating over the outfit again before meeting hers and the bite of his lip curved into a soft smirk. Leaning down he lightly captured her lips with his, lingering there for a breath. "Oh, yes. Very much," he murmured against her.
Pulling back she was thankful that the red of her lipstick wasn't staining his lips, which with that fact she pressed in for another kiss, feeling her eyelashes brush against skin as her head tipped aside to deepen the kiss. She didn't even care about the club behind her, or the pulse of the bass echoing in her chest. Her hand slipped away from his chest and around to his shoulder pressing her palm heavily into muscle before her splayed fingers dug in a bit to keep their hold on him. Parting from the kiss she could feel a slight haze to her breathing, that draw of air that was needed because her knees actually felt a bit weak. Lifting her gaze to his eyes once more she smiled seductively, "Good, I was aiming for completely distracting."
"I think you've achieved it," he murmured, completely taken in by that smile, the gleam in her eyes, that he echoed. The kiss still lingered on his lips, the press of her fingers holding him close making him smile. He slowly slid one hand back up her back, slight pressure, the faintest drag of nails over the material, then skin as he reached the top of the dress, and slid upward to curl around the back of her neck. "I haven't the faintest memory of just why I needed distracting left in my head."
Smirking she nodded slightly arching her eyebrow up in a curious approval. Her hand dragged down his arm twisting her fingers into his hand as she twisted her body around. Still pressing as close against him as she could, feeling the light grip he had at the back of her neck slip across skin to rest against the hollow of her neck, the warmth of his palm pressing to skin. Her hand laced into his rested at her side, her free hand slinking around to press firmly to his lower back, as she arched her back letting the curve of her ass press firmly against his lower half. Her head tipped back slightly the short hair of the wig brushing against his shoulder, as her mouth reached for his ear, "I'll put new thoughts in there anyway. I'm glad there's nothing left behind to get in the way."
The new thoughts were already taking very firm root in his head, and his body responded accordingly. He dipped his head to tease his lips along the rim of her ear, fingers slowly tracing her collarbone, teasing down to the line of her dress. Teeth nipping lightly at her ear, he pressed his hips very gently into the curve of her ass, leaving little doubt of his growing distraction. Wigs, costumes, aliases, they were all part of their world, but bringing it out here without a job, somehow still lent it that edge, and the edge made his chest ache as he drew a breath. "Nothing at all, except the breathless certainty that you are quite possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
The words made her chest ache and nearly made her react in a way she wasn't sure she was even ready for. Instead she played it out the way she'd intended from the start. His words sparking her smile into a curve of a smirk as she slipped her hand free from the tangle of fingers at their sides. Rachel let her hand grip to his thigh, her palm pressing against his pants and slinking around to between their bodies where the curve of her pressed against him. Her palm brushed between their bodies for a moment trying to draw out some sort of reaction that she could hear from the mouth still so close to her ear. Moving it away with still a bit of pressure applied she returned her hand to his hand in the beginning of her attempt to lead him out of the corner and onto the dance floor, "Dance with me."
His eyes fluttered closed at the pressure of her hand, and he bit back a moan that still caught in the back of his throat, coming out as a slightly strangled sound. His hips pressed forward into her hand, then back into her when she moved her hand away. His fingers wrapped around hers, fingertips brushing her inner wrist slightly. He swallowed, working on forcing his breathing to work right, to retake some control of the situation, which he surrendered again promptly, by leaning in to murmur against her ear, "Lead the way."
Her fingers twisted loosely in his hand lifting them up to near her shoulder as she pulled him toward the middle of the crowd. It was a sea of bodies simply moving to the beat and she wasn't even worried about losing her place, or being seen or spotted with him. Maybe it was the wig, or the confidence she seemed to be practically swimming in that night, but she didn't care at all. She had him, pressed up against her backside, she could feel how he felt... not only just against her but because of her, and it was intoxicating to her. Her hips swayed a bit rocking her body against him before she twisted around close to him again. Her body pressed up to his, her hips placed appropriately against his as her feet shifted slightly between his stance. The press of him against her, the fact that her hair wasn't brushing against her shoulders, and the slight swish of fringe against the tops of her thighs as she started to shift her hips against him in time to the underlying beat in the club nearly caught her slightly off guard just of who exactly she'd become. Pushing the thought away she pushed forward against him with her step, letting her hand press to his shoulder as she leaned forward brushing a kiss to his mouth lightly.
He'd followed willingly, breath catching at this side of her he hadn't truly seen. Not just confident, but in charge, and he slid into the followers role easily enough as they wound their way through the crowd. He moved against her, hips pressing until she turned. The fingers of his free hand skated over the dress again to settle on her hip, while the other brought her hand to his chest, resting there. He was supposed to lead in the dance, and he shifted to do so, hips pressing back against hers, stepping forward on the beat with enough gyration to tease against her as they moved and to still move with the music. His eyes fell closed as he returned the kiss, just as light. Breathing her in.
She allowed him to lead, the push of his hips to hers wasn't anything she wanted to resist, nothing she wanted to change direction of. Instead she simply rocked against him in time, the slight twist of her foot to shift her hip closer to him as the music gave them the beat to move to. Her fingers pressed to his chest inched against fabric, and teased against the skin she could find beneath fingertips a bit. Up against his shoulder she let her hand slide until she could press her hand to the curve of his neck, fingertips brushing just beneath his ear before slipping into his hair with a bit of a tug between her fingers. She pulled away from the kiss meeting his eyes with a lusty haze of want, because she wanted him and even though she had him dancing with her she wanted more. Her hand slipped back to his against his chest, lifting her hand out of his hair and pulling a bit away from him as she turned around once more. Shifting her hips to the music she worked her way back to press the curve of her ass back against him firmly. Her feet moved in time to the music her hips swaying aside, letting her lower half brush firmly against him as she danced.
Julian slid the hand on her hip around to her stomach. His other curled up under her arm to rest on her shoulder. Fingers tangling around the strap of her dress, he let his nails press lightly into her skin. He moved with her, hips circling, meeting her each time she moved against him. Every brush of contact made his breath come a little faster, his body reacting, hardening. The music was just a beat in his head, the rhythm of his pulse. The other people didn't matter, all lost in their own movement, their own need and want and lust. His head ducked, lips finding her neck bared by the shorter wig. Teeth scraping skin, he pressed kisses along the column of her throat, his hand pulling her flush back against him.
Leaning back against him was simple, and the press of his teeth to her skin set a slight flutter to her stomach, sparking a fire low in her that she hadn't felt with this sort of heat since Brazil really. That need... that immediate want was overwhelming her. She turned her head slightly, feeling his mouth move slightly away and soon she could feel his cheek beside her mouth. Pulling away from his mouth she twisted closely against him, not wanting to really part from his body but wanting to look at him again, to press her lips to his in a heated manner, that didn't actually let her kiss him. Parted lips nearly panting with want pressed to his, "We should leave," she suggested seductively as her hand slipped against his thigh and between their bodies once more pressing against him feeling his arousal easily. "I want to help you with this situation I seem to have put you into Julian."
Adam Monroe: He eyes fluttered closed as they went from the rocking of her body to the press of her hand over him. He bit back a bit of a moan, hips pressing into her hand. It was hot in the club, and she was hotter. He could feel the flush over his skin, the bead of sweat that ran down between his shoulder blades. He bit his lower lip, ducked his head and brushed his lips over her skin again, nipping lightly right below her ear. "That's very generous of you," he murmured, "Especially considering we really just got here..." Not that he minded leaving. Or finding a dark corner, or a bathroom or his car or hers...
The warm press of words to her skin wasn't enough, and her hand still pressed against him easing against him even as her knuckles pressed against her own body slightly. "Mmm..." she agreed, "We did just get here, and it'd be a shame to leave..." Rachel let her other hand press to his jawline, forcing his mouth back to hers to hover beneath the warmth of her words, "But I'd rather make you come instead."
He did let a soft, wanting sound, not quite a moan, escape at that, breath over her lips, as his whole body seemed to shudder a little. His fingers curled against her dress, pulling it up a bit. He let his other hand drift lower, then pull it up, hiking it just a bit higher on her thighs. "There are other options to leaving," he murmured, glancing around the room. "Tables in dark corners. The bathroom. An alley out back..."
The brush of his fingers against her thighs sparked a smirk across her lips still close to his mouth, still pressing just barely to his lips, more of a shared space of air between them than actual contact. It was a tease of her mouth to his, and she felt like she had control of it at the moment. "It's hot in here... the alley." She nearly demanded instantly once he'd listed the options. She wanted to be able to hear him, and while she could hear him now the steady pulse of a bass line still echoed in her chest a bit. The hand pinned between their bodies slipped up and tugged at his belt a bit, her finger slipping into the loop of leather starting to loosen it, "We can head out the back."
"I found the exits earlier," he murmured. It was part of the automatic checking out of a new place, always knowing where things were, knowing how to get out. He wanted to close the distance, kiss her properly, but he respected the distance she kept, for now. "That way," he nodded toward a corner with curtains. "It leads right out, and is concealed, easy access back in." Not that he'd been thinking of sex in alleys. Well, not really. Now it was the only thing on his mind, and still keeping her close, he eased them in that direction.
Rachel had pretty much been thinking of sex wherever from the time she tugged the wig on. Then it became more of a wanting need when she pressed against him in the heated club. Then it became an insistence on her part as soon as she felt him against her palm as she let her hand sweep between their bodies. Now it was something she actually felt like she needed as she followed closely toward the back exits of the club. Cutting through the people until she heard the push of metal doors and the deafening silence of the city that wasn't the dull throb of the club now behind them. The air felt cooler against her skin, and yet she still felt incredibly warm from the flush of her skin. Now though, outside in the alley, she tugged him back against her. Forceful and yet still all she wanted was just that contact of him to her, and once she had it she pressed in close, her mouth slipping against his before catching his bottom lip lightly between teeth only to let go so she could actually kiss him. The tangle of her tongue to his and the whimper of sound that came from her made her hand slip back against the front of his pants. Her fingers pressed along him seductively as she smiled into the kiss, parting from him enough to let words slip from her, "I love how your cock feels against me Julian." As her fingers slipped against his zipper tugging it down not even bothering with the belt at the moment, she wanted that contact, that feel of him warm against her palm.
Julian's lips clung to hers as long as he could, tongue tangling with hers as he kissed her, harder and more forcefully until she pulled back just enough. The words seemed to echo in the air, shooting through him straight to his groin. Her fingers there, against him, didn't discourage that response. He pressed against her palm with a low moan. "Believe me, the feeling is reciprocated," he murmured. His hands slid down her back to cup her and caress lightly over her ass. Letting them move back to her hips, he turned her and pulled her back against him the way she'd been in the club. He ducked his head to brush down her neck, biting lightly at the join of her shoulder and neck, tongue teasing over the mark. He slid his hands down the front of her dress, fingers curling in fabric and sliding it back up her legs. "I want you," he murmured against her skin. "So fucking much..." He rocked his hips into her to emphasize the point.
Her hand twisted against her back, not wanting to really release her claim on him, simply for the reason that she wanted to feel him against her. She wanted to slip her fingers across the length of him and know what she could do to him. His hands against her stomach for a moment then gripping to the hem of her skirt as the bottom of it inched up against her thighs stirred a near wicked grin from her lips. Arching her back against him she steadied her stance in her heels against the pavement, her free hand reaching up and spindling around his neck as his mouth teased against her skin, teeth leaving marks and his hands leaving her wanting more. With a bit more than slight hesitation Rachel withdrew her hand from within his pants, slipping her hand atop his pressed high on her thigh. Guiding his hand against her skin she led it up the length of her leg, beneath the fringed fabric of her dress and against the silk of her panties. Her own fingers curled beneath his tugging at the edge until she felt her fingers press against herself. The slick heat of her drew in her own breath before she shifted her hand once more to press his hand against her. "The feeling is reciprocated," she mirrored back to him before rocking her hips a bit against his touch as her head fell back against his shoulder a bit. Pressing her mouth to whatever skin she could connect with, words flowing from her like the waves of heat coming off of her body, "Julian you made me so wet for you, Please... I want you, I want you now."
His teeth caught her skin a bit more roughly when she put his fingers against her. He moaned at the feel of her, the slick heat under his fingertips. He brushed over her, stroking gently, pushing back, pressing into her slowly. His breathing came fast, uneven against her skin, heat prickling again along his nerves. Withdrawing his fingers for just a moment, reluctantly moving from her heat, he pushed her panties down roughly, not outright ripping this time, but hardly caring if they did. Hiking her skirt up further, he shifted, fingers wrapping around himself for a moment, positioning, and then he thrust into her with a broken groan. One hand steadied on her hip, the other sliding around her and back between her legs to brush over her clit, then back to where they were joined. "God, Rachel..." He kissed the column of her neck again as his hips eased back before he thrust into her again. "You're amazing..."
Her stance shifted slightly, regaining balance using her hand wound around his neck for stability, pulling her body taut against his gasping as he entered her, and starting up a cadence of mewls that came with every thrust into her. Low whimpers of pleasure, that built up every so often to an actual forming of words were bitten back by her teeth catching to her bottom lip. Her hand reached out pressing against the wall before them, leaning more toward the wall and letting her lower half remain against his efforts. The grit of brick against her palm was nothing more than a slight point of pressure for her. She needed this, this moment, this act to be raw and real. To be just about the connection she could understand, that she could feel and know why she felt it and that it could be just this one thing bringing them together. But his words tugged at her, and the little known fact that only she knew why she had even wanted to go out, or even assume this other look simply for him... was lost in the pure need she had. Her fingers flexed a bit against he wall, pushing her body back against him with more force and more of a sturdy stance before she pushed off it completely and rose back up to fit against his back, her hand now reaching to wrap against his back. To allow herself to cling to him as he pushed into her, the motion across her heat from his fingers stirred a throaty cry of his name, before she nearly felt herself climax right then and there. Biting on her bottom lip again though she held fast to the feeling, the press of him into her being felt more intimately as she grew tighter and wetter against him, "Don't stop... God please don't stop Julian."
Every move she made sent heat and a spiraling pleasure shooting through him, making him moan. Every sound out of her throat, each whimper, each moan, each time his name slipped past her lips made parts of him contract, sending him higher. He wanted to brace himself, but the thought of letting her go, either the hip he held to pull her back against him with each thrust or the circling of his fingers around her, was unacceptable. He shuddered, and soft, appreciative moans escaped as he buried himself in her again and again with an almost desperate urgency that bypassed the kiss she'd met him with at the door when he got back in town. That had been a missing, a longing, a need born of deprivation, however brief. This was more primal whether because of the mini-masquerade, their location, all of it coming together, so much like a job, and yet not, but that edge of danger seemed to linger somehow. The open air, the sounds of the street, the faint sound of the bass of the music that slid out the front doors and drifted around to the alleyway. He wanted to hold on, but he'd wanted her before she walked through the door, and been aching before they got outside. "Rachel...." There was a soft, desperate warning there as he thrust into her faster and harder, and then the world seemed to go white as his climax ripped through him in a violent wave of pleasure and he spilled into her, fingers tightening reflexively, his cry stifled against her neck, but still echoing off the brick walls.
The tensing of his body was felt close to her and then the sound of her name paired with the motions into her building to a near frantic pace she felt herself pushing closer than she had been before. All of it coiling up tight within her to the point where she almost felt like her release would never arrive, that she'd forever be in this state of almost there and feeling everything about him and wanting it so badly, and it would just continue to build. Though as he broke, she felt herself begin to unravel as well, the heat between her legs pooled and then as he cried out, and his fingers pressed against her she felt it wash over her. The hissing intake of her breath through clenched teeth and then the near tremble of her chin that allowed her features to relax into her climax a moment before she tensed up, her body shifting against his nearly trying to get away from the contact that was almost too much, but still just not enough of him. She wanted him, needed him and even as she felt his body relax a bit against her back and the warmth from him gather between her thighs, she almost wanted it all over again.
Her climax washed over him, pulling at him, the tremors that went through her setting off more sparks over sensitive skin. He murmured her name again, soft against her neck, breathing in the mingled scent of them together. He teased his fingers lightly over her one more time, then eased them back resting on her upper thigh. He wanted to stay pressed tight against her for as long as possible, but the alley wasn't really conducive to that. Shifting back, very slowly, he shivered as they separated, brushing a kiss over her neck.
Rachel's eyes shut for the moment, trying to block out certain things from her senses, trying to cling simply to the warmth of him against her, and the shudder that still came from her as his fingers ghosted against her before settling against her thigh. The feeling of him leaving her was almost as intimate as when he'd first slipped into her. That slow motion away from her, the air cooler than her body had been pressing to her skin, all of it sent a shiver down her as well. Her head tipping aside, moving as his mouth brushed against the curve of her neck. Everything felt so still, so nearly numb for a moment that she wasn't even sure if she was still standing there in the alley. The sounds flooded in though, traffic in the distance and the thud of the bass from within the club pulling toward her once more. Her hand brushed up against her forehead lightly, feeling the warmth of her own skin the sheen of sweat that had slipped across her skin and between her breasts now gave a chill to her body. Arching her back a bit simply to move from the one position she moaned lightly feeling the ache in her hips, and the tension in her abdomen. Her hand brushed atop his pressed to her thigh curving her fingers beneath his to lift his contact from her as she turned to face him. Her free hand tugged her skirt back haphazardly as she brought his fingers up to her lips. Watching him intently she took his fingers into her mouth, sweeping her tongue across them, tasting herself along with him against fingertips. Still watching him she inched closer to him once more, silently stalking him even though he was already so close to her. "Dance with me," she requested softly.
She was still radiating that edge of danger she'd had all night. It was different, and intoxicating, making him feel off balance. She could do anything at any moment, turn the tables, change the game, and the knowledge tingled up and down his spine. The sweep of her tongue, flicking over his fingers made his breath catch a bit, where it had still been uneven from their activities. The world seemed to narrow again down to just the two of them, the sounds retreating, except the bass that seemed to match his heartbeat. He smiled, eyes searching her face for some sort of sign of what she was thinking. He had to let go of her hand for just a moment to right his clothes, redoing his pants. Taking her hand again, he slid his other around her waist, pulling her tight against him. Lowering his head, he kissed her slowly as he started to move with that distant beat.
She felt like her body was humming a bit, still stirring within herself from the release, from the warmth, from him. Feeling wrapped up in the moment a bit still she felt his hand brush against her for a moment as he fixed his own clothing situation then she felt the weight of his hands slipping against her hips and into her hand. Her body presses against his and she nearly sighs just in the moment of connection, of feeling him flush to her once more. The air around her feels so heavy and as his mouth presses to hers she's sure she's in way over her head. The sway that starts feels so much more seductive than anything they'd done before. Pulling her in deeper to the haze of want and need that she's allowing herself to slip into as she returns the kiss with everything she might still have left to give.
Sark made a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat at her response. His breath caught a bit at the way she pressed so close to him, the way their bodies connected. It felt so natural, so right, to have her there. The music was distant, and yet he could feel it in his pulse each moment, with each breath he felt like he was pulling it into himself. He didn't work through the steps with any sort of precision. It was more fluid than that, each tilt of his hips just pressing into hers, moving her back, then pulling her with him as he stepped back, never letting air even slide between them to separate them.
Everything seemed to dull around them, blur at the edges and put them aside from it all. It didn't even matter, the rest of the world could wait. The air felt cool against her bare neck, the short hair of the wig pressing to her skin every so often as her head tipped aside to kiss him deeper. Parting only for moments to draw breath before sinking back into the kiss. Rachel let her hands slip across his shoulders, and down across his arms a bit before winding around his ribs and pressing fingertips to his spine a bit slinking them up to rest between shoulder blades as she drew even closer to him. Pulling from the kiss finally she let her head rest to his shoulder, allowing her mouth to press lightly against his neck, trying to just keep the moment for as long as she could.
The soft intimacy of the kiss, of the press of her, the line of her dress he could feel through his jacket, made him close his eyes again just to savor it. He turned his head to brush a kiss over her forehead, the hand on her back sliding up to stroke along her spine from the top of her dress up to her neck, to brush the short bob of the wig. His body still was throbbing with pleasure and the beat, and it seemed as if they were the only two in the world. It was disconcerting and beautiful at the same time, breathlessly intimate and erotically thrilling. His nails dragged lightly across her exposed back, now mostly just rocking to the music.
Rachel arched her back slightly into the press of his fingertips, the sensation of short nails raking against her skin forced her to draw her breath inward a bit in a staggered near gasp. It was the feeling of him against her, the slight heat still present at the join of her thighs, the way he held onto her and even more the way he simply swayed along with her in the alley. All of it seemed almost too perfect, and she didn't want to leave, didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything but just be there with him like this. Her arms laced up higher against his shoulders, holding herself tight against him as her hand brushed against his neck lightly. "We should get out of the alley," she replied softly without much conviction in her voice.
Sark kept up the light touches over her shoulder blades, up to her neck, then back down to her back again. Her gasp was loud in the alley, or maybe just in his head as it seemed to reverberate with the passion and need that had overwhelmed them. He closed his eyes again at the brush of her fingers on his neck, the way they trailed over him, the little shiver they sparked inside of him. His arm at her waist tightened in response to her movement against him, and he ducked his head to just kiss her very softly, lips just teasing lightly over hers. "Probably," he agreed. "It is an alley of all places..."
There was something beneath the small fleeting touches that she wondered if only she felt, the promise of more, or never ending contact, of simply letting go because they could. The way when he moved closer to her she barely had to think just to bring his mouth closer to hers. The kiss pressed to her mouth, teasing against her lips, "Of all places..." she echoed before meeting his eyes with a need for him that went beyond just the physical. Leaning in closer to him, she shifted her leg to press along side his, "We should get a room." It was the acknowledgement in a way that this wasn't really the normal thing for them, that it almost could be kept separate from whatever they didn't want to become. It could be the end... or maybe just another part of it all. But if they moved from the alley to pressed linens and a place that wasn't hers... yet she still wanted to bring him home with her. To be able to wake up four hours later and tiptoe to the kitchen to get a slice of cheese because she wanted one.
They'd been at her place since he'd come back in town, the hotel room he'd intended to get never manifesting itself. It had just been easier to stay, to be there, to spend time with her as she let him. He could have, but she hadn't asked him to, and so he hadn't bothered, and that in and of itself was starting to feel a bit odd. He shifted with her, lips still lingering against hers, fingers sliding to rest against her hips. He met her eyes, an aching sort of need in his as well, that he didn't really have a word for, not in these circumstances. "If that's what you want," he murmured against her lips, smiling a little.
Rachel felt the weight of his hands resting against her hips, and she shifted a bit within his touch, a slow sway that was barely noticeable except in the way she could almost feel her toes pressing into the ends of her heels a bit more. Leaning into him once more she pressed her mouth against his neck lightly, not even kissing him just feeling that warmth of his skin pressed to her mouth softly, murmuring her words against him. "I just want to be near you," which as much of an admission as that was in the moment it felt more ironic since there really was very few ways to make her more near to him than she already was. But still the way she felt was different for the most part, "Anywhere..."
The words sent a shiver down his spine, so raw and honest, and meeting what he was feeling slide through him with perfect abandon. It was becoming almost problematic, this want to be close to her, this desire to reach out and touch her at odd moments. When she laughed, when she smiled, when she was sleeping curled close to him. Here and now, he let his fingers curl around her jaw, stroking down the line of it to under her chin as he kissed her more slowly, more thoroughly. He didn't correct her on her comment or point out how near they were just as they were. "Let's get out of here, then."
Every slight touch felt sincere and intimate and even though the open air was still pressing to the backs of her legs and against her exposed back, she didn't really notice. His kiss had taken all of that away from her mind, and his words nearly forced her to shudder a breath once she had recalled the need to breathe. When had he become this force she needed, this being she ached for? It was unreasonable on some level she was sure, but she didn't even care. Her mouth hovered parted close to his, breathing him in, taking in the slight blur of him before her eyes, through heavy lids that were more full of need than want. Truthfully she didn't want the hotel room, truthfully she wanted to take him home, "Forget the hotel, come home with me."
His lips curved more, closing the distance and brushing over hers lightly again with a sigh. There was something in those words, something different even though he'd spent nights in her bed. It seemed an invitation for more, though perhaps he was reading too much into it. Which brought up the question of why he'd want to read more into it, because part of him was reading, quite deeply, and knew it was not a wise idea. Still he nodded, teeth catching at her lower lip. "Shall we leave one of the cars here?"
When his teeth caught to her bottom lip a bit she felt something spark back up deep within her and his words barely registered before she captured his mouth once more in a heated passionate kiss. It was a kiss of pure need and one of slight urgency, but it was just to make her grounded in the moment. Stable at his side. Parting from his mouth just enough to allow her words to slip through she nodded, "We'll leave mine." It wasn't the smartest plan, but it was one that she was comfortable with. Allowing her car to stay behind meant retrieving it before work, it meant not having her car in her own driveway when she was home, but she didn't care. She wanted him to know on some level, even if it was just by a non-admission, that he was who she wanted in her home that night. That if he wanted to go, to leave... that he could.
He smiled a little at that, eyes flashing as he shifted back, finally, not wanting to let her go, but eager to get her somewhere else. To pull her close and get those clothes off of her, off of him, stripping them both down to nothing but each other around them, and nothing but air and heat between them. Even his car seemed too far, the walk long and unending as he considered the valet and the keys and waiting, but he moved anyway, fingers sliding to hers and moving them to the mouth of the alley, walking with her. It was quicker than heading back into the club, and while he thought he'd have to suggest dancing again some time, now really wasn't it. He kept her pressed close as he gave the valet around the corner his ticket, sliding behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed close against her in a reminder of how they had been in the alley, only more circumspect as they waited. "I can bring you back to get yours in the morning," he murmured against her neck, just to say something while the valets all watched them with sideways glances.
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my_strappyshoes]Sark had a rather low opinion of most of the clubs in LA, but he admitted that they at least had decent salsa clubs. Fortunately, salsa was a dance he knew he was good at, and even more fortuitously, it seemed a club had opened since he was last here. Their website was impressive, he'd heard of the band playing that night, and it seemed a cut above the rest of the LA scene--more like what one might find in Europe. Decision made, he called a couple of people he knew to make sure they were on the list. He hated standing in lines, and thought after a long day, she'd rather get to the dancing, the drinking, the moving rather than standing outside. He dressed with care, black dress pants, well-shined shoes with good dancing soles, and a soft black shirt. All black was not his usual choice. Too cliche, really. But he also knew it looked damn good on him, would be sure to complement anything she wore without overshadowing her, and help him blend in the shadows. Now, all he had to do was wait.
It honestly hadn't been too difficult for her to explain her request to Sydney and for a moment she actually thought there seemed a glance of jealousy in her superior. That while Rachel was getting ready to go out to some club as a mysterious stranger, Sydney was headed home to married life and a baby. It was good for her, but there was a slight wistful look that Rachel caught in the mirror as Sydney left the small room. Rachel had been milling through the clothing for a while now and there were a few dresses that she wanted to wear but really never found the right mission detail for them. The black wig was a drastic change of pace for her as well. Usually her ops pushed her toward the red hues, the light browns, but tonight she was going drastic. The short bob came beneath to tuck behind her ear on one side and swept close to her eye on the other. The red stain to her lips a bit darker than she'd usually wear but it matched the red dress that she'd picked. The heels went along as well, high with straps that wound up her calves and as she took one final look in the mirror she smirked, knowing that she was going to have fun.
She texted him and he replied with the address, and she arrived making good time. Valet taking her car and the name given at the door got her in quickly and soon the throbbing beat of the club pulsed against her. Glancing around she caught him, the streak of blond in the corner trying not to stand out but really she could've spotted him regardless. Cutting a path through the crowd shifting her hips a bit to the music as she swayed over toward him she trailed her fingertip across his shoulder catching him before he turned to look at her. She stepped around behind him gracefully her hands running up against his chest from behind his body, teasing her fingers against the collar before she continued her circle around him to meet his eyes, "Well hello there dressed in black."
He'd seen her when she came in, though his eyes had slid over her, not expecting the short, dark wig. An admiring glance and then he'd gone back to searching for her familiar fair hair. She'd said she was coming--it had been her idea after all--but he couldn't help just a bit of nerves. All weekend in her bed, quiet drinks in a deserted bar...it was different than this, surrounded by people, part of the throng. Even anonymous in the crowd, there was something more risky in it, and he wasn't sure if that was risk to his freedom or some sense of something that he had yet to define. The touch took him a bit by surprise as he turned to catch the eye of whomever was so close, but then the familiarity of of her fingers registered, and he smiled slowly. His teeth caught his lip as she shifted back in front of him, and he lazily ran his eyes down over her, taking in the wig, the dress, the way it clung to curves he was learning very intimately. "Hello there, lady in red."
Her arm draped over his shoulder easily, the long day a far off memory as she met his eyes, and that bite of his lower lip that usually meant more than just his approval. Pressing against him a bit more she kept her eyes to his as she leaned closer to him, the brush of her lips against his was soft as her hand slide up against his chest and once more traced against the space where his skin wasn't covered by his shirt. Pulling away from him a bit she put on the slight pout of her mouth that still hinted at something not innocent at all, "Do you like what you see?"
His hands settled around her ribs, then slowly traced down the fabric of the dress, feeling the heat of her skin under it, until they rested on her hips. He shifted closer to her, eyes skating over the outfit again before meeting hers and the bite of his lip curved into a soft smirk. Leaning down he lightly captured her lips with his, lingering there for a breath. "Oh, yes. Very much," he murmured against her.
Pulling back she was thankful that the red of her lipstick wasn't staining his lips, which with that fact she pressed in for another kiss, feeling her eyelashes brush against skin as her head tipped aside to deepen the kiss. She didn't even care about the club behind her, or the pulse of the bass echoing in her chest. Her hand slipped away from his chest and around to his shoulder pressing her palm heavily into muscle before her splayed fingers dug in a bit to keep their hold on him. Parting from the kiss she could feel a slight haze to her breathing, that draw of air that was needed because her knees actually felt a bit weak. Lifting her gaze to his eyes once more she smiled seductively, "Good, I was aiming for completely distracting."
"I think you've achieved it," he murmured, completely taken in by that smile, the gleam in her eyes, that he echoed. The kiss still lingered on his lips, the press of her fingers holding him close making him smile. He slowly slid one hand back up her back, slight pressure, the faintest drag of nails over the material, then skin as he reached the top of the dress, and slid upward to curl around the back of her neck. "I haven't the faintest memory of just why I needed distracting left in my head."
Smirking she nodded slightly arching her eyebrow up in a curious approval. Her hand dragged down his arm twisting her fingers into his hand as she twisted her body around. Still pressing as close against him as she could, feeling the light grip he had at the back of her neck slip across skin to rest against the hollow of her neck, the warmth of his palm pressing to skin. Her hand laced into his rested at her side, her free hand slinking around to press firmly to his lower back, as she arched her back letting the curve of her ass press firmly against his lower half. Her head tipped back slightly the short hair of the wig brushing against his shoulder, as her mouth reached for his ear, "I'll put new thoughts in there anyway. I'm glad there's nothing left behind to get in the way."
The new thoughts were already taking very firm root in his head, and his body responded accordingly. He dipped his head to tease his lips along the rim of her ear, fingers slowly tracing her collarbone, teasing down to the line of her dress. Teeth nipping lightly at her ear, he pressed his hips very gently into the curve of her ass, leaving little doubt of his growing distraction. Wigs, costumes, aliases, they were all part of their world, but bringing it out here without a job, somehow still lent it that edge, and the edge made his chest ache as he drew a breath. "Nothing at all, except the breathless certainty that you are quite possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
The words made her chest ache and nearly made her react in a way she wasn't sure she was even ready for. Instead she played it out the way she'd intended from the start. His words sparking her smile into a curve of a smirk as she slipped her hand free from the tangle of fingers at their sides. Rachel let her hand grip to his thigh, her palm pressing against his pants and slinking around to between their bodies where the curve of her pressed against him. Her palm brushed between their bodies for a moment trying to draw out some sort of reaction that she could hear from the mouth still so close to her ear. Moving it away with still a bit of pressure applied she returned her hand to his hand in the beginning of her attempt to lead him out of the corner and onto the dance floor, "Dance with me."
His eyes fluttered closed at the pressure of her hand, and he bit back a moan that still caught in the back of his throat, coming out as a slightly strangled sound. His hips pressed forward into her hand, then back into her when she moved her hand away. His fingers wrapped around hers, fingertips brushing her inner wrist slightly. He swallowed, working on forcing his breathing to work right, to retake some control of the situation, which he surrendered again promptly, by leaning in to murmur against her ear, "Lead the way."
Her fingers twisted loosely in his hand lifting them up to near her shoulder as she pulled him toward the middle of the crowd. It was a sea of bodies simply moving to the beat and she wasn't even worried about losing her place, or being seen or spotted with him. Maybe it was the wig, or the confidence she seemed to be practically swimming in that night, but she didn't care at all. She had him, pressed up against her backside, she could feel how he felt... not only just against her but because of her, and it was intoxicating to her. Her hips swayed a bit rocking her body against him before she twisted around close to him again. Her body pressed up to his, her hips placed appropriately against his as her feet shifted slightly between his stance. The press of him against her, the fact that her hair wasn't brushing against her shoulders, and the slight swish of fringe against the tops of her thighs as she started to shift her hips against him in time to the underlying beat in the club nearly caught her slightly off guard just of who exactly she'd become. Pushing the thought away she pushed forward against him with her step, letting her hand press to his shoulder as she leaned forward brushing a kiss to his mouth lightly.
He'd followed willingly, breath catching at this side of her he hadn't truly seen. Not just confident, but in charge, and he slid into the followers role easily enough as they wound their way through the crowd. He moved against her, hips pressing until she turned. The fingers of his free hand skated over the dress again to settle on her hip, while the other brought her hand to his chest, resting there. He was supposed to lead in the dance, and he shifted to do so, hips pressing back against hers, stepping forward on the beat with enough gyration to tease against her as they moved and to still move with the music. His eyes fell closed as he returned the kiss, just as light. Breathing her in.
She allowed him to lead, the push of his hips to hers wasn't anything she wanted to resist, nothing she wanted to change direction of. Instead she simply rocked against him in time, the slight twist of her foot to shift her hip closer to him as the music gave them the beat to move to. Her fingers pressed to his chest inched against fabric, and teased against the skin she could find beneath fingertips a bit. Up against his shoulder she let her hand slide until she could press her hand to the curve of his neck, fingertips brushing just beneath his ear before slipping into his hair with a bit of a tug between her fingers. She pulled away from the kiss meeting his eyes with a lusty haze of want, because she wanted him and even though she had him dancing with her she wanted more. Her hand slipped back to his against his chest, lifting her hand out of his hair and pulling a bit away from him as she turned around once more. Shifting her hips to the music she worked her way back to press the curve of her ass back against him firmly. Her feet moved in time to the music her hips swaying aside, letting her lower half brush firmly against him as she danced.
Julian slid the hand on her hip around to her stomach. His other curled up under her arm to rest on her shoulder. Fingers tangling around the strap of her dress, he let his nails press lightly into her skin. He moved with her, hips circling, meeting her each time she moved against him. Every brush of contact made his breath come a little faster, his body reacting, hardening. The music was just a beat in his head, the rhythm of his pulse. The other people didn't matter, all lost in their own movement, their own need and want and lust. His head ducked, lips finding her neck bared by the shorter wig. Teeth scraping skin, he pressed kisses along the column of her throat, his hand pulling her flush back against him.
Leaning back against him was simple, and the press of his teeth to her skin set a slight flutter to her stomach, sparking a fire low in her that she hadn't felt with this sort of heat since Brazil really. That need... that immediate want was overwhelming her. She turned her head slightly, feeling his mouth move slightly away and soon she could feel his cheek beside her mouth. Pulling away from his mouth she twisted closely against him, not wanting to really part from his body but wanting to look at him again, to press her lips to his in a heated manner, that didn't actually let her kiss him. Parted lips nearly panting with want pressed to his, "We should leave," she suggested seductively as her hand slipped against his thigh and between their bodies once more pressing against him feeling his arousal easily. "I want to help you with this situation I seem to have put you into Julian."
Adam Monroe: He eyes fluttered closed as they went from the rocking of her body to the press of her hand over him. He bit back a bit of a moan, hips pressing into her hand. It was hot in the club, and she was hotter. He could feel the flush over his skin, the bead of sweat that ran down between his shoulder blades. He bit his lower lip, ducked his head and brushed his lips over her skin again, nipping lightly right below her ear. "That's very generous of you," he murmured, "Especially considering we really just got here..." Not that he minded leaving. Or finding a dark corner, or a bathroom or his car or hers...
The warm press of words to her skin wasn't enough, and her hand still pressed against him easing against him even as her knuckles pressed against her own body slightly. "Mmm..." she agreed, "We did just get here, and it'd be a shame to leave..." Rachel let her other hand press to his jawline, forcing his mouth back to hers to hover beneath the warmth of her words, "But I'd rather make you come instead."
He did let a soft, wanting sound, not quite a moan, escape at that, breath over her lips, as his whole body seemed to shudder a little. His fingers curled against her dress, pulling it up a bit. He let his other hand drift lower, then pull it up, hiking it just a bit higher on her thighs. "There are other options to leaving," he murmured, glancing around the room. "Tables in dark corners. The bathroom. An alley out back..."
The brush of his fingers against her thighs sparked a smirk across her lips still close to his mouth, still pressing just barely to his lips, more of a shared space of air between them than actual contact. It was a tease of her mouth to his, and she felt like she had control of it at the moment. "It's hot in here... the alley." She nearly demanded instantly once he'd listed the options. She wanted to be able to hear him, and while she could hear him now the steady pulse of a bass line still echoed in her chest a bit. The hand pinned between their bodies slipped up and tugged at his belt a bit, her finger slipping into the loop of leather starting to loosen it, "We can head out the back."
"I found the exits earlier," he murmured. It was part of the automatic checking out of a new place, always knowing where things were, knowing how to get out. He wanted to close the distance, kiss her properly, but he respected the distance she kept, for now. "That way," he nodded toward a corner with curtains. "It leads right out, and is concealed, easy access back in." Not that he'd been thinking of sex in alleys. Well, not really. Now it was the only thing on his mind, and still keeping her close, he eased them in that direction.
Rachel had pretty much been thinking of sex wherever from the time she tugged the wig on. Then it became more of a wanting need when she pressed against him in the heated club. Then it became an insistence on her part as soon as she felt him against her palm as she let her hand sweep between their bodies. Now it was something she actually felt like she needed as she followed closely toward the back exits of the club. Cutting through the people until she heard the push of metal doors and the deafening silence of the city that wasn't the dull throb of the club now behind them. The air felt cooler against her skin, and yet she still felt incredibly warm from the flush of her skin. Now though, outside in the alley, she tugged him back against her. Forceful and yet still all she wanted was just that contact of him to her, and once she had it she pressed in close, her mouth slipping against his before catching his bottom lip lightly between teeth only to let go so she could actually kiss him. The tangle of her tongue to his and the whimper of sound that came from her made her hand slip back against the front of his pants. Her fingers pressed along him seductively as she smiled into the kiss, parting from him enough to let words slip from her, "I love how your cock feels against me Julian." As her fingers slipped against his zipper tugging it down not even bothering with the belt at the moment, she wanted that contact, that feel of him warm against her palm.
Julian's lips clung to hers as long as he could, tongue tangling with hers as he kissed her, harder and more forcefully until she pulled back just enough. The words seemed to echo in the air, shooting through him straight to his groin. Her fingers there, against him, didn't discourage that response. He pressed against her palm with a low moan. "Believe me, the feeling is reciprocated," he murmured. His hands slid down her back to cup her and caress lightly over her ass. Letting them move back to her hips, he turned her and pulled her back against him the way she'd been in the club. He ducked his head to brush down her neck, biting lightly at the join of her shoulder and neck, tongue teasing over the mark. He slid his hands down the front of her dress, fingers curling in fabric and sliding it back up her legs. "I want you," he murmured against her skin. "So fucking much..." He rocked his hips into her to emphasize the point.
Her hand twisted against her back, not wanting to really release her claim on him, simply for the reason that she wanted to feel him against her. She wanted to slip her fingers across the length of him and know what she could do to him. His hands against her stomach for a moment then gripping to the hem of her skirt as the bottom of it inched up against her thighs stirred a near wicked grin from her lips. Arching her back against him she steadied her stance in her heels against the pavement, her free hand reaching up and spindling around his neck as his mouth teased against her skin, teeth leaving marks and his hands leaving her wanting more. With a bit more than slight hesitation Rachel withdrew her hand from within his pants, slipping her hand atop his pressed high on her thigh. Guiding his hand against her skin she led it up the length of her leg, beneath the fringed fabric of her dress and against the silk of her panties. Her own fingers curled beneath his tugging at the edge until she felt her fingers press against herself. The slick heat of her drew in her own breath before she shifted her hand once more to press his hand against her. "The feeling is reciprocated," she mirrored back to him before rocking her hips a bit against his touch as her head fell back against his shoulder a bit. Pressing her mouth to whatever skin she could connect with, words flowing from her like the waves of heat coming off of her body, "Julian you made me so wet for you, Please... I want you, I want you now."
His teeth caught her skin a bit more roughly when she put his fingers against her. He moaned at the feel of her, the slick heat under his fingertips. He brushed over her, stroking gently, pushing back, pressing into her slowly. His breathing came fast, uneven against her skin, heat prickling again along his nerves. Withdrawing his fingers for just a moment, reluctantly moving from her heat, he pushed her panties down roughly, not outright ripping this time, but hardly caring if they did. Hiking her skirt up further, he shifted, fingers wrapping around himself for a moment, positioning, and then he thrust into her with a broken groan. One hand steadied on her hip, the other sliding around her and back between her legs to brush over her clit, then back to where they were joined. "God, Rachel..." He kissed the column of her neck again as his hips eased back before he thrust into her again. "You're amazing..."
Her stance shifted slightly, regaining balance using her hand wound around his neck for stability, pulling her body taut against his gasping as he entered her, and starting up a cadence of mewls that came with every thrust into her. Low whimpers of pleasure, that built up every so often to an actual forming of words were bitten back by her teeth catching to her bottom lip. Her hand reached out pressing against the wall before them, leaning more toward the wall and letting her lower half remain against his efforts. The grit of brick against her palm was nothing more than a slight point of pressure for her. She needed this, this moment, this act to be raw and real. To be just about the connection she could understand, that she could feel and know why she felt it and that it could be just this one thing bringing them together. But his words tugged at her, and the little known fact that only she knew why she had even wanted to go out, or even assume this other look simply for him... was lost in the pure need she had. Her fingers flexed a bit against he wall, pushing her body back against him with more force and more of a sturdy stance before she pushed off it completely and rose back up to fit against his back, her hand now reaching to wrap against his back. To allow herself to cling to him as he pushed into her, the motion across her heat from his fingers stirred a throaty cry of his name, before she nearly felt herself climax right then and there. Biting on her bottom lip again though she held fast to the feeling, the press of him into her being felt more intimately as she grew tighter and wetter against him, "Don't stop... God please don't stop Julian."
Every move she made sent heat and a spiraling pleasure shooting through him, making him moan. Every sound out of her throat, each whimper, each moan, each time his name slipped past her lips made parts of him contract, sending him higher. He wanted to brace himself, but the thought of letting her go, either the hip he held to pull her back against him with each thrust or the circling of his fingers around her, was unacceptable. He shuddered, and soft, appreciative moans escaped as he buried himself in her again and again with an almost desperate urgency that bypassed the kiss she'd met him with at the door when he got back in town. That had been a missing, a longing, a need born of deprivation, however brief. This was more primal whether because of the mini-masquerade, their location, all of it coming together, so much like a job, and yet not, but that edge of danger seemed to linger somehow. The open air, the sounds of the street, the faint sound of the bass of the music that slid out the front doors and drifted around to the alleyway. He wanted to hold on, but he'd wanted her before she walked through the door, and been aching before they got outside. "Rachel...." There was a soft, desperate warning there as he thrust into her faster and harder, and then the world seemed to go white as his climax ripped through him in a violent wave of pleasure and he spilled into her, fingers tightening reflexively, his cry stifled against her neck, but still echoing off the brick walls.
The tensing of his body was felt close to her and then the sound of her name paired with the motions into her building to a near frantic pace she felt herself pushing closer than she had been before. All of it coiling up tight within her to the point where she almost felt like her release would never arrive, that she'd forever be in this state of almost there and feeling everything about him and wanting it so badly, and it would just continue to build. Though as he broke, she felt herself begin to unravel as well, the heat between her legs pooled and then as he cried out, and his fingers pressed against her she felt it wash over her. The hissing intake of her breath through clenched teeth and then the near tremble of her chin that allowed her features to relax into her climax a moment before she tensed up, her body shifting against his nearly trying to get away from the contact that was almost too much, but still just not enough of him. She wanted him, needed him and even as she felt his body relax a bit against her back and the warmth from him gather between her thighs, she almost wanted it all over again.
Her climax washed over him, pulling at him, the tremors that went through her setting off more sparks over sensitive skin. He murmured her name again, soft against her neck, breathing in the mingled scent of them together. He teased his fingers lightly over her one more time, then eased them back resting on her upper thigh. He wanted to stay pressed tight against her for as long as possible, but the alley wasn't really conducive to that. Shifting back, very slowly, he shivered as they separated, brushing a kiss over her neck.
Rachel's eyes shut for the moment, trying to block out certain things from her senses, trying to cling simply to the warmth of him against her, and the shudder that still came from her as his fingers ghosted against her before settling against her thigh. The feeling of him leaving her was almost as intimate as when he'd first slipped into her. That slow motion away from her, the air cooler than her body had been pressing to her skin, all of it sent a shiver down her as well. Her head tipping aside, moving as his mouth brushed against the curve of her neck. Everything felt so still, so nearly numb for a moment that she wasn't even sure if she was still standing there in the alley. The sounds flooded in though, traffic in the distance and the thud of the bass from within the club pulling toward her once more. Her hand brushed up against her forehead lightly, feeling the warmth of her own skin the sheen of sweat that had slipped across her skin and between her breasts now gave a chill to her body. Arching her back a bit simply to move from the one position she moaned lightly feeling the ache in her hips, and the tension in her abdomen. Her hand brushed atop his pressed to her thigh curving her fingers beneath his to lift his contact from her as she turned to face him. Her free hand tugged her skirt back haphazardly as she brought his fingers up to her lips. Watching him intently she took his fingers into her mouth, sweeping her tongue across them, tasting herself along with him against fingertips. Still watching him she inched closer to him once more, silently stalking him even though he was already so close to her. "Dance with me," she requested softly.
She was still radiating that edge of danger she'd had all night. It was different, and intoxicating, making him feel off balance. She could do anything at any moment, turn the tables, change the game, and the knowledge tingled up and down his spine. The sweep of her tongue, flicking over his fingers made his breath catch a bit, where it had still been uneven from their activities. The world seemed to narrow again down to just the two of them, the sounds retreating, except the bass that seemed to match his heartbeat. He smiled, eyes searching her face for some sort of sign of what she was thinking. He had to let go of her hand for just a moment to right his clothes, redoing his pants. Taking her hand again, he slid his other around her waist, pulling her tight against him. Lowering his head, he kissed her slowly as he started to move with that distant beat.
She felt like her body was humming a bit, still stirring within herself from the release, from the warmth, from him. Feeling wrapped up in the moment a bit still she felt his hand brush against her for a moment as he fixed his own clothing situation then she felt the weight of his hands slipping against her hips and into her hand. Her body presses against his and she nearly sighs just in the moment of connection, of feeling him flush to her once more. The air around her feels so heavy and as his mouth presses to hers she's sure she's in way over her head. The sway that starts feels so much more seductive than anything they'd done before. Pulling her in deeper to the haze of want and need that she's allowing herself to slip into as she returns the kiss with everything she might still have left to give.
Sark made a soft, pleased sound in the back of his throat at her response. His breath caught a bit at the way she pressed so close to him, the way their bodies connected. It felt so natural, so right, to have her there. The music was distant, and yet he could feel it in his pulse each moment, with each breath he felt like he was pulling it into himself. He didn't work through the steps with any sort of precision. It was more fluid than that, each tilt of his hips just pressing into hers, moving her back, then pulling her with him as he stepped back, never letting air even slide between them to separate them.
Everything seemed to dull around them, blur at the edges and put them aside from it all. It didn't even matter, the rest of the world could wait. The air felt cool against her bare neck, the short hair of the wig pressing to her skin every so often as her head tipped aside to kiss him deeper. Parting only for moments to draw breath before sinking back into the kiss. Rachel let her hands slip across his shoulders, and down across his arms a bit before winding around his ribs and pressing fingertips to his spine a bit slinking them up to rest between shoulder blades as she drew even closer to him. Pulling from the kiss finally she let her head rest to his shoulder, allowing her mouth to press lightly against his neck, trying to just keep the moment for as long as she could.
The soft intimacy of the kiss, of the press of her, the line of her dress he could feel through his jacket, made him close his eyes again just to savor it. He turned his head to brush a kiss over her forehead, the hand on her back sliding up to stroke along her spine from the top of her dress up to her neck, to brush the short bob of the wig. His body still was throbbing with pleasure and the beat, and it seemed as if they were the only two in the world. It was disconcerting and beautiful at the same time, breathlessly intimate and erotically thrilling. His nails dragged lightly across her exposed back, now mostly just rocking to the music.
Rachel arched her back slightly into the press of his fingertips, the sensation of short nails raking against her skin forced her to draw her breath inward a bit in a staggered near gasp. It was the feeling of him against her, the slight heat still present at the join of her thighs, the way he held onto her and even more the way he simply swayed along with her in the alley. All of it seemed almost too perfect, and she didn't want to leave, didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything but just be there with him like this. Her arms laced up higher against his shoulders, holding herself tight against him as her hand brushed against his neck lightly. "We should get out of the alley," she replied softly without much conviction in her voice.
Sark kept up the light touches over her shoulder blades, up to her neck, then back down to her back again. Her gasp was loud in the alley, or maybe just in his head as it seemed to reverberate with the passion and need that had overwhelmed them. He closed his eyes again at the brush of her fingers on his neck, the way they trailed over him, the little shiver they sparked inside of him. His arm at her waist tightened in response to her movement against him, and he ducked his head to just kiss her very softly, lips just teasing lightly over hers. "Probably," he agreed. "It is an alley of all places..."
There was something beneath the small fleeting touches that she wondered if only she felt, the promise of more, or never ending contact, of simply letting go because they could. The way when he moved closer to her she barely had to think just to bring his mouth closer to hers. The kiss pressed to her mouth, teasing against her lips, "Of all places..." she echoed before meeting his eyes with a need for him that went beyond just the physical. Leaning in closer to him, she shifted her leg to press along side his, "We should get a room." It was the acknowledgement in a way that this wasn't really the normal thing for them, that it almost could be kept separate from whatever they didn't want to become. It could be the end... or maybe just another part of it all. But if they moved from the alley to pressed linens and a place that wasn't hers... yet she still wanted to bring him home with her. To be able to wake up four hours later and tiptoe to the kitchen to get a slice of cheese because she wanted one.
They'd been at her place since he'd come back in town, the hotel room he'd intended to get never manifesting itself. It had just been easier to stay, to be there, to spend time with her as she let him. He could have, but she hadn't asked him to, and so he hadn't bothered, and that in and of itself was starting to feel a bit odd. He shifted with her, lips still lingering against hers, fingers sliding to rest against her hips. He met her eyes, an aching sort of need in his as well, that he didn't really have a word for, not in these circumstances. "If that's what you want," he murmured against her lips, smiling a little.
Rachel felt the weight of his hands resting against her hips, and she shifted a bit within his touch, a slow sway that was barely noticeable except in the way she could almost feel her toes pressing into the ends of her heels a bit more. Leaning into him once more she pressed her mouth against his neck lightly, not even kissing him just feeling that warmth of his skin pressed to her mouth softly, murmuring her words against him. "I just want to be near you," which as much of an admission as that was in the moment it felt more ironic since there really was very few ways to make her more near to him than she already was. But still the way she felt was different for the most part, "Anywhere..."
The words sent a shiver down his spine, so raw and honest, and meeting what he was feeling slide through him with perfect abandon. It was becoming almost problematic, this want to be close to her, this desire to reach out and touch her at odd moments. When she laughed, when she smiled, when she was sleeping curled close to him. Here and now, he let his fingers curl around her jaw, stroking down the line of it to under her chin as he kissed her more slowly, more thoroughly. He didn't correct her on her comment or point out how near they were just as they were. "Let's get out of here, then."
Every slight touch felt sincere and intimate and even though the open air was still pressing to the backs of her legs and against her exposed back, she didn't really notice. His kiss had taken all of that away from her mind, and his words nearly forced her to shudder a breath once she had recalled the need to breathe. When had he become this force she needed, this being she ached for? It was unreasonable on some level she was sure, but she didn't even care. Her mouth hovered parted close to his, breathing him in, taking in the slight blur of him before her eyes, through heavy lids that were more full of need than want. Truthfully she didn't want the hotel room, truthfully she wanted to take him home, "Forget the hotel, come home with me."
His lips curved more, closing the distance and brushing over hers lightly again with a sigh. There was something in those words, something different even though he'd spent nights in her bed. It seemed an invitation for more, though perhaps he was reading too much into it. Which brought up the question of why he'd want to read more into it, because part of him was reading, quite deeply, and knew it was not a wise idea. Still he nodded, teeth catching at her lower lip. "Shall we leave one of the cars here?"
When his teeth caught to her bottom lip a bit she felt something spark back up deep within her and his words barely registered before she captured his mouth once more in a heated passionate kiss. It was a kiss of pure need and one of slight urgency, but it was just to make her grounded in the moment. Stable at his side. Parting from his mouth just enough to allow her words to slip through she nodded, "We'll leave mine." It wasn't the smartest plan, but it was one that she was comfortable with. Allowing her car to stay behind meant retrieving it before work, it meant not having her car in her own driveway when she was home, but she didn't care. She wanted him to know on some level, even if it was just by a non-admission, that he was who she wanted in her home that night. That if he wanted to go, to leave... that he could.
He smiled a little at that, eyes flashing as he shifted back, finally, not wanting to let her go, but eager to get her somewhere else. To pull her close and get those clothes off of her, off of him, stripping them both down to nothing but each other around them, and nothing but air and heat between them. Even his car seemed too far, the walk long and unending as he considered the valet and the keys and waiting, but he moved anyway, fingers sliding to hers and moving them to the mouth of the alley, walking with her. It was quicker than heading back into the club, and while he thought he'd have to suggest dancing again some time, now really wasn't it. He kept her pressed close as he gave the valet around the corner his ticket, sliding behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed close against her in a reminder of how they had been in the alley, only more circumspect as they waited. "I can bring you back to get yours in the morning," he murmured against her neck, just to say something while the valets all watched them with sideways glances.
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