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]

He hooked his index fingers into her panties and tugged them down her legs. He knelt to untangle them from her shoes and let his eyes meander, taking the long route to her face, getting so distracted in the process that he struggled past the second shoe. Daniel got back to his feet and slung the tiny article of clothing around his finger.

Swoop-swoop-swoop...

"Or these. Useless. Save your money."

[holiday_pirner]

Holly couldn't concentrate enough for a clever reply, so instead she took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently before running her tongue over it. She had been wanting to do that every time she watched him talk.

Her fingers concerned themselves with his pants, the button tab and metal teeth of his zipper, in particular. The brunette decided subtlety had flown out the window -- or onto the floor -- so she mimicked him by tugging the jeans down his hips.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she flashed back to the motel room, the way she fit over him, looking down to watch his reactions.

"Your turn, Stacy."

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel propped his forehead on hers and studied her eyes from close range. Mischief made his shine. “Scoot over a little bit,” he coaxed, nudging Holly away from the solid wall and in front of a closet full of coats. He stroked his palms up and down her ribs a few times. On the last time, he slipped his thumbs under her shirttail.

“Arms up.” He carried the fabric up over her head and elbows.

But when he got to the wrists, Daniel twisted the shirt and knotted it around the coat bar. A firm tug confirmed that the brunette wasn’t going anywhere unless she brought the bar down with her.

He hiked up her skirt and picked her up. “This work for you?” he asked.

[holiday_pirner]

She could feel a very specific tingle starting in her feet, working its way up her body. Holly nodded, her mouth inches from his. "Yeah, that's...good."

The brunette wrapped her legs around his hips, nails digging into her palms as she felt how solid Daniel was against her.

[daniel_stacy]

“You don’t sound sure,” he said, pretending to identify hesitance and of course, being a real gentleman about it. Verbally, at least. Downstairs, nothing gentlemanly was going on in the fraction of space between sex and not-sex. “Lemme give you some time to think about it.” His fingers squeezed and kneaded her flesh. He wet his lips and mumbled, “Y’know, I don’t think I locked that door…”

[holiday_pirner]

Her eyes were watching his mouth, the way his tongue darted over his lips. Okay, he was calling her bluff now. Quid pro quo.

Holly squeezed him closer with her inner thighs. "I'm sure."

She glanced at the door, the corners of her mouth edging into a smirk. "I'm trying to care."

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel grinned. “Yeah, you’re trying real hard.”

He lifted her a little higher, and then he put those makeshift restraints to good use…