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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[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.