The Bright Lights

[holiday_pirner]

"This girl was hogging the mirror. She's wearing blue velvet bellbottoms, you don't need a mirror to tell you that's wrong." Holly slid in beside Daniel, fluffing out her hair and closing the tab on her handbag.

She plucked the cherry out of her cocktail, looking up at the vampire. "Did anyone try to steal you away?" The brunette scanned the crowd surrounding them. "Tempting you with their scandalously exposed necks."

Another plus of hanging out with vampires was they could hear quite well over booming bass and synth. She knew Daniel could hear every word she said, and she didn't have to go home with a sore throat at the end of the night.

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[holiday_pirner]

That made her smile, and she let herself be tugged closer to him. She put her hands on his shoulders. "This is like a school dance pose. Should we observe the six inch rule?"

To complete the effect, she kissed him, slower and more careful than she had done before.

"I don't think anyone could tell you to do anything." Holly rested her forehead against his chest.

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel thought back to high school. Yeah, he knew what she meant. He kissed her back; she tasted like lipstick and tequila, a winning combination in his book. In keeping with the joke, he rocked stiffly from foot to foot a couple of times. One time, he got a cramp in his hip at prom, which he figured was some kind of repetitive stress injury.

“Nah. You could.” He said, running his fingers into the back of her hair. They scratched at her neck. He was tall enough to prop his chin on her head, so he did, his voice vibrating them when he said, “You want me to pretend it wouldn’t work to save face?”

[holiday_pirner]

She laughed, her lips brushing over the material of his shirt. Maybe it wasn't healthy to run from everything, but she couldn't say she really minded being in that small, enclosed space with him.

"Maybe," Holly answered. One hand drifted from his shoulder, down his chest. "Let's test that theory."

"Kiss me again," she demanded.

[daniel_stacy]

“No. Huh-unh.” Daniel shook his head. “I am putting my foot down. You can’t make me.”
He intentionally kept his eyes on the ceiling. She probably didn’t realize it, but half the sway that Holly held was in her face. Big blue eyes, English freckles, and that zig-zag mouth. She could switch from wicked to sweet in two seconds flat.”

[holiday_pirner]

"Okay." She shrugged lightly. "If you really don't want to. I'll just do this instead, you know, to keep myself busy."

And she began casually undoing the buttons on his shirt. One, two, three...the brunette looked up at him, catching his eye.

"Are you sure you don't want to kiss me?" A smile edged over her lips.

[daniel_stacy]

“I hate it, honestly,” he said. Whew. Fingers on the buttons. Keep it together, Stacy. He screwed up his face in displeasure. “All that lip and tongue. I would’ve said something before, but I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” He counted squares on the ceiling. Five across, five back. Five times five was twenty five. If she ran her palms over his chest, he’d need more than a few inches of space for the holy spirit.

[holiday_pirner]

"Well, that's unfortunate." She tried to keep a straight face. "Although I can't say I blame you. I find it rather difficult, myself."

She took her time with the last button, the one that was nearest the waistband of his jeans. Her fingertips dipped an inch or two beneath the denim, black polish against pale skin.

"What if...I kissed you here?" Holly planted her lips against his chest. They left a faint trace of lipstick behind.