Eclipse Ch. 05

"Come on, dance with me," She demanded, feeling her head sway side to side just outside her control. Her hands took his, pulling him to the dancefloor. Almost immediately she lost herself in the music vibrating into her ear and out her fingertips, and his scent, mostly clean with just enough perspiration to remind her that he was a man. Her eyes closed as her body moved, the throbbing of the bass guiding her motions.

"Dance?" Quinn almost yelped, just barely managing to set his glass down as she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the floor. "Oh, come on! I'm terrible at dancing!" But she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Instead she led him -dragged him, some might say- out into the midst of the other dancers. On the floor, away from the sonic baffles of the rest of the bar, the music pounded and thumped, vibrating his very bones. And despite his protests, he began to move with the music. Hells, with the vibrations of the bass, it would have almost been harder to not move.

Clearly, he wasn't as comfortable on the dancefloor as she was. It was cute, his slight awkwardness, especially since he had come off so slick and confident in every other regard. A sort of nervous shuffle of the feet and twitch of the arms, soon followed by flexing of the knees and a little pop in the hips. Kaydia didn't say anything, just smiled and closed her eyes, losing herself tot eh music and his scent. It wasn't long before he relaxed, moving alongside her with something approaching skill. Then it was fun and exhilarating, as he twirled her and pulled her close. She was dizzy and drunk on delight and more than a little tipsy and it felt a hell of a lot better than Inertia.

By the time of the second song, he'd caught her hand and pulled her close, gaining more confidence as she continued to brush up against him. Once, without even thinking about it, he spun her out and drew her back, drawing a deep breath of as she pressed against his chest.

With the third song, the band changed styles, going for smooth and slow and instrumental, clearly showing off their skills. By Quinn's shyness about dancing had evaporated and he held her close, swaying and moving against her in time with the music. Occasionally they would part, spinning and coming together in a swirl of limbs. When it ended he held her in his arms, his gave not leaving hers. Not until he closed his eyes, pulling her closer and lowered his face to hers.

Then his lips were on hers and they tasted of whiskey and longing as her tongue slid over and sought out his. Her breasts pressed into his chest as her arms tightened around his neck and his tightened around her waist. She wasn't sure if she was sighing and moaning into the kiss or he was, or they both were, but she didn't care. She didn't want to stop, or pull away or even breathe, as one of her hand moved up behind his head, tangling in his hair. As their kiss grew hotter and more demanding, she could feel a flutter in her stomach, building towards a throbbing ache that made her knees weak.

For a moment or so longer, they were still pressed against each other, foreheads and noses touching, hot breath wafting over each other's face. She wanted another kiss, and another, cuddled in his arms as her hands explored his body. She wanted to taste more of him and to feel his lips tasting her. She smiled up at him, licking her lips.

"Should we get another round?" She asked coyly, pulling him close again until her lips grazed his ears, "Or should we get go back to my place?"

"Ah..." he answered, sliding an arm down her back and resting a hand on her rear. "No reason why we can't do both." He smiled at her, hunger in his eyes. "I enjoy the taste of pulkay, and I can only imagine you'd add extra spice to the flavor." His hand squeezed a little, and she squealed. It suddenly seemed incredibly warm in Munden's. Then, shifting his arm so it was around her waist, he led her back off the dance floor.

"Can you add the drinks to my tab?" he called as he passed the bar.

"Yeah, under the circumstances," Gordon agreed, waving cheerily. "Have a pleasant night."

The air outside was warm and dry, a typical night under the environmental dome on Mustafar. But it seemed cool next to the fire in his blood and the heat of the woman next to him. They made it as far as the speeder before he pushed her up against the metal, hands exploring her curves as he pressed into her, his lips hungry on hers and his tongue filling her mouth. "I want you," he growled. "I think I've wanted you since the first night we met."

"Well, you did save my ass tonight." She moaned as his hand groped at that very ass, "I'd say you earned yourself a piece of it." She pulled him into the kiss this time, hands roaming his back, feeling his firm back muscles flexing under the suit and his skin. It was a deep, hard kiss, that left her gasping breathing hard once they pulled away again.

"Come on, before we get a crowd gathered around, watching."