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"You love the little signs of life ..."

The party raged around me, bass booming through the speakers, making the floor shake, our bones vibrate, our own private earthquake, and just as dangerous. In my hand, the cocktail glass glinted as it shook, shining with little rainbows in the dim stobe lights that danced above, ignoring all the humans below, caught up in their own reverie, taking no interest nor creating any pattern matchable to the passions that raged in their room---the guy on the bench seat, with a pair of girls entertaining him, the girl at the bar drinking away her problems, the desperate movements of the dancers before me …
… the spark that flared when he looks at me …
I joined the dancers, whirling into the fray, the frantic rhythm of people and movement, the heat generated as I danced with everyone and no one, Body part whirling and flashing, illuminated by the lights---an arm, a swaying hip, a guys bare chest, another arm, some girls bra and all within …
… his face.
His eyes, watching me.
I could feel him staring as he circled me in the mass of dancers, circling as a predator stalks its prey. The thought crossed my mind and a chill crept up my back before I lost the thought, and myself in the heat of the dance, the heat of his gaze, still watching me.
I found myself near the edge of the dancers again, and he was close. I could smell his musky scent behind me, something natural … and extremely sexy. I knew he knew I knew he was there, behind me, and I wasn't surprised when his arms wrapped around my waist.

"My heart is thunmping, I can feel it in my fingers ..."

We were in the corner now, the party still raging behind his back. The alchohol in my bloodstream burned where his eyes were on me, on my body, watching the slightest hitch in my unsteady breathing. His hands were pressed against the wall behing me, as was my back, his arms at shoulderheight, not unwillingly caging me against his chest. Heat surged through my body with every heatbeat, every breath I took, as one of his hands moved to my chin, lifting it, running a finger up my jawbone as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, hot, making me shiver as his body pressed closer. His hands moved down, coming to rest on my hips as he lifted me, so we were of more equal height. I felt my legs wrap around his hips, my body moving with him of it's own will.
His mouth moved from mine, kissing my jawbone, down my neck, leaving a trail of tingling kisses to my collarbones, where his hands moved to, fumbling slightly with the buttons on my shirt, slipping his hands beneath it, light fingers tracing my bra lines. My fingers laced through his hair, pulling him closer, back into a deep kiss as his hads continued to explose, up and down, tracing the fire his touch burned me with across my body, alighting our passions, and quenching them just as fast.

And above, the dim stobe lights danced, ignoring all the passions that raged in their room---the mess on the bench seat, where that guy had his girls, the girl at the bar now sluimped against it, the dancers asleep, worn out in their own worlds of dream now …
… and us in the corner …
For now.

Description
"You love the little signs of life ..."

The party raged around me, bass booming through the speakers, making the floor shake, our bones vibrate, our own private earthquake, and just as dangerous. In my hand, the cocktail glass glinted as it shook, shining with little rainbows in the dim stobe lights that danced above, ignoring all the humans below, caught up in their own reverie, taking no interest nor creating any pattern matchable to the passions that raged in their room---the guy on the bench seat, with a pair of girls entertaining him, the girl at the bar drinking away her problems, the desperate movements of the dancers before me …
… the spark that flared when he looks at me …
I joined the dancers, whirling into the fray, the frantic rhythm of people and movement, the heat generated as I danced with everyone and no one, Body part whirling and flashing, illuminated by the lights---an arm, a swaying hip, a guys bare chest, another arm, some girls bra and all within …
… his face.
His eyes, watching me.
I could feel him staring as he circled me in the mass of dancers, circling as a predator stalks its prey. The thought crossed my mind and a chill crept up my back before I lost the thought, and myself in the heat of the dance, the heat of his gaze, still watching me.
I found myself near the edge of the dancers again, and he was close. I could smell his musky scent behind me, something natural … and extremely sexy. I knew he knew I knew he was there, behind me, and I wasn't surprised when his arms wrapped around my waist.

"My heart is thunmping, I can feel it in my fingers ..."

We were in the corner now, the party still raging behind his back. The alchohol in my bloodstream burned where his eyes were on me, on my body, watching the slightest hitch in my unsteady breathing. His hands were pressed against the wall behing me, as was my back, his arms at shoulderheight, not unwillingly caging me against his chest. Heat surged through my body with every heatbeat, every breath I took, as one of his hands moved to my chin, lifting it, running a finger up my jawbone as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, hot, making me shiver as his body pressed closer. His hands moved down, coming to rest on my hips as he lifted me, so we were of more equal height. I felt my legs wrap around his hips, my body moving with him of it's own will.
His mouth moved from mine, kissing my jawbone, down my neck, leaving a trail of tingling kisses to my collarbones, where his hands moved to, fumbling slightly with the buttons on my shirt, slipping his hands beneath it, light fingers tracing my bra lines. My fingers laced through his hair, pulling him closer, back into a deep kiss as his hads continued to explose, up and down, tracing the fire his touch burned me with across my body, alighting our passions, and quenching them just as fast.

And above, the dim stobe lights danced, ignoring all the passions that raged in their room---the mess on the bench seat, where that guy had his girls, the girl at the bar now sluimped against it, the dancers asleep, worn out in their own worlds of dream now …
… and us in the corner …
For now.