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]

“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…