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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 20, 2010 21:48:25 GMT -5
The night was young, the sun had set and after a long day of work at the local four-star restaurant, Francis was convinced that he deserved a treat. A treat, of course, being a long, wild night at the nearby club hopefully accopanied by meeting someone that he could burn off his stress with.
How, of course, was still completely up in the air.
But it didn't take him long to stop back at his apartment, changing into something more comfortable. He grabbed his wallet and keys and was off, soon finding himself in the mix of the thrumming club, music echoing through his ears and dancing with whoever suited him.
Because, who didn't want to dance with him?
It was then that Francis saw her, a petite mexicain woman with hips that practically took his breath away as she danced. He felt himself automatically pull away from whoever he hand been dancing with and slipping through the crowd- Dieu that dress was almost mocking him, only those two little pieces of chain holding it up from pooling on his bedroom floor and- He halted his train of thought, clearing his throat as he finally reached her, starting to move to the song as well and winking.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 20, 2010 22:27:26 GMT -5
Dancing really was a fantastic way to relieve oneself of stress, Emi absently mused. Well, it wasn't so much that she was stressed, rather, she was more uncomfortable and tense. Job hunting, getting ready for the first days of classes, and trying to make herself at home at the dorms was proving to be a bit too overwhelming.
So, like the night when she had bumped into Ivan at the bar, Emi decided it would be a fantastic idea to temporarily run away from the dorms to go dancing for a few hours.
Now, now Emi found herself amid a throng of people. Bodies swaying, hips rocking, perspiration sliding down flushed necks - this was what she needed. Relief. No rules, no forced politeness, hell, not even a drop of alcohol was needed when she was in her element. Granted, it would be a bit awkward walking back to campus dressed as she was, but wasn't as if she (or everyone else) had never done something like this before. And, luckily, she had at least told her roommates that she was going dancing for the night and that she'd possibly be returning late.
However, the feel a stranger's body sidling up against hers caused Emi to pause and glance up, only to be faced with an attractive blond...who just happened to wink at her.
Well.
That was a tad bit cheesy.
But with a small smirk and her normal inhibitions tossed to the side, Emi pressed up against the blond man.
"I hope you can keep up!" She all-but-yelled over the music, cheeky grin in place as she did so.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 20, 2010 22:52:01 GMT -5
"Oh it is you who will 'ave to keep up," Francis pressed back against the woman, leaning down in order to speak into her ear, not exactly eager to yell over the music. He could see the corner of her smirk from the side and his own crept onto his face just as quickly. Oh, this was going to be fun-
And it was, song after song- they all tended to blend together when you were just dancingmovingrocking together in almost perfect rhythm. Their hips met on more than one occasion (and Dieu was Francis glad he had learnt a little self control in that department-) and after they fell into sync they rarely parted.
It was getting hotter than before- this woman could dance, she knew her own body and if there was one thing that Francis liked- It was a woman who was confident. And even though the flower in her hair kept brushing against his nose, it did certainly add to the messy bun her hair was confined in.
What he wouldn't do to pull out that hair band and watch her hair as it splayed out under him and-
Alright- he really needed to not think about that right now.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 20, 2010 23:16:19 GMT -5
Body thrumming and hips rocking back against the blond's, Emi hummed lowly in appreciation as the music continued blaring. They had been dancing for what felt like hours but Emi knew that it had been much less than that.
Twisting slightly so she was facing the man properly, she looped her arms around his neck loosely, face flushed from the heat of the room as she grinned up at the blond, completely unaware of his, ahah, internal struggle. "Hope you don't mind," she mouthed, not bothering to make another attempt to yell over the music.
With a slow roll of her hips, Emi pressed herself closer against him, initiating more contact as the music continued playing. Speeding up, slowing down, and speeding up again.
Her skin felt warm, she noticed, eyes involuntarily fluttering closed. And, really, he wasn't bad at all. However, as aforementioned, it was getting much to hot, so perhaps a short break was in order.
If only so she could get a quick drink of water before dragging the blond back to the dance floor.
((Sorry for the lame response, bb. orz))
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 20, 2010 23:27:51 GMT -5
Francis was a little surprised by the sudden switch- but rather pleased with it as well only... Dieu he could feel her- He gave her a breathy smile, lips parted slightly and his face flushed as well from the heat. It was definately more of a struggle now, even as he placed his hands on her hips- not to low to be considered lewd but enough to feel her move and sway to the music.
Yeah, he was definately a little difficulty now. His mind had a nasty (or... pleasent sometimes, when he was bored) habit of undressing people, and considering her proximity this woman would- well she would look amazing naked and his mind couldn't get rid of that mental image.
Finally giving in, Francis leaned down again, his cheek pressing to the side of her head as he spoke into her ear. "Drinks?" he breathed simply. And a break so he could calm down a bit at least... Dieu
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 20, 2010 23:56:29 GMT -5
Sliding her hands down from his shoulders and accidentally brushing them against his chest, Emi stepped back. Not bothering to check if he was falling her or not, she began to squeeze through the crowded dance floor, slipping past still-dancing couples before she reached the bar.
As if she could (legally) order anything that wasn't water.
...and it would probably look a bit stupid if she asked for, say, juice.
Mierda.
Glancing behind her to see that the blond had indeed followed her, Emi plopped down on top of an empty stool. Tucking a stray, strand of hair behind her ear and away from her flushed face, she gave the man a now sheepish smile. The confidence was, of course, still there. But now, well, it was always a bit awkward talking to someone that she didn't know after, ahaha, doing that.
Offering her hand towards the blond, Emi smiled once more. "I'm Emiliana," she paused. "But feel free to call me Emi."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 21, 2010 0:06:48 GMT -5
A shutter ran down Francis' spine as he felt delicate fingers trace down his chest and he watched the woman as she started to walk away, gathering his head for a moment. Baseball. Dead puppies. Anything but- Sainte Mère de Dieu. She had this little sway to her hips even as she walked and- He really needed to sit down.
Francis quickly caught up with her, bumping into a few people with a little less grace than he would admit before he slid onto the stool behind her, letting out a long, drawn out sigh. He smiled still, looking over towards her as he ordered a bottle of water before she spoke.
Eyes locking onto her, he mentally committed the name to memory. Emiliana... it definately suited her. He leaned over slightly, taking her hand and gently pressing his lips to her soft knuckles. "It is a pleasure to meet you mon belle," he hummed, sitting back up and smiling a little wider.
"I am Francis-" he paused for a moment. "Do you... come 'ere often?"
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 21, 2010 0:30:07 GMT -5
Face flushing further at the feel of his lips against her hand, Emi quickly covered up her embarrassment by ordering herself a bottle of water.
However, she faltered as she heard his question. W-What?
"Do you... come 'ere often?"
Instantly, Emi's mind relayed various moments of bad pick-up lines (both directed at her and people she knew). Fantastic. Covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing at how cheesy and ridiculous that question sounded (in due part because of its less than suave connotations), Emi waited until she calmed down enough to give the man a shaky grin.
"Francis?" She repeated after a moment's pause. Fingertips tapping against the bar beside her, Emi cocked her head. He had an accent. And if his name hinted at anything...
"¿Eres francés?" She asked, leaning forward slightly before she realized that she had asked him a question in Spanish. Ah, damn it.
"S-Sorry,"she murmured. "I meant to ask, and sorry if it sounds like I'm being nosy but, are you French~?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 21, 2010 0:46:12 GMT -5
"Je suis aussi français que vous êtes mexicain," Francis answered back just as smoothly as before. He had noticed the snickering behind her water bottle but it only made him smile. Sometimes the most cliche lines were the best, at least in his opinion. Unscrewing his water bottle and taking a long drink, he could already feel the high of dancing start to dwindle, his body relaxing against the bar. "I am, and I am assuming... Mexican? And you never answered my honest question ma belle!"
A deep chuckle escaped his throat and he grinned slightly, having a hard time keeping his eyes from raking Emiliana's body up and down. She really did fit that dress perfectly and such a small frame was just-
He cleared his throat, making sure to lock his eyes with her rich brown ones. "I am just certain I 'ave not seen you 'ere before, and I frequent this club often. I surely would 'ave noticed someone, as skilled at dancing as you are."
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 21, 2010 0:54:20 GMT -5
""Sí," she responded with a small smile as she uncapped her own water. "Soy de México," Emi finished, confirming that, yes, his assumptions were indeed correct. Taking a drink of the water, she sighed, feeling refreshed before she raised her eyes back to stare at Francis.
...wait.
Had he been checking her out?
Normally, that would often be enough to leave Emi in a flutter. A flutter of anger, that is. But at the moment, well, at the moment she could care less. So why not be less of a, er, prude for one night? It's not as if she made a habit of it.
And, really, he was pretty damn attractive.
Coy smile tugging at her lips, she leaned forward, feeling the top of her dress slide down her front ever so slightly whenever she moved. "I've...been here a few times," she relinquished. "But not enough to be considered a, how do you say, a regular?" Her lips quirked further. "But perhaps we've just missed each other before, no?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 21, 2010 1:09:07 GMT -5
"What an utter shame..." Francis breathed, grin widening with Emiliana's as he attempted to keep his eyes up. Why did she have to lean forward? He had just calmed down and now- His blue eyes flickered downwards and caught just a hint of clevage as the woman shifted. And everything be damned if that didn't set his body alight again.
It wasn't that Francis had really ever been denied sex, but in all honesty he took home more men and women and well... There were certain elements of the feminine figure that just set the blood in his viens on fire. Especially with this... Emiliana, she had that confidence about her, and why did Spanish sound so nice all of a sudden?
But, of course, he was in control of his primal urges- He could handle this.
He let out another chuckle after he spoke, humming. "Well per'aps we will just 'ave to fix zat. But for now..." Francis stood up after taking another long drink.
"Voulez-vous danser avec moi?" he purred. "Care to dance?"
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 21, 2010 1:30:49 GMT -5
Another glance downward.
She pretty much had him.
But the way her body trembled ever so slightly at the sound of him practically purring French to him was starting to make Emi question if, by any chance, he pretty much had her.
Well, now wasn't the time to worry about that. It's not as if they'd ever run into each other again - save for maybe the dance floor. And speaking of which...
"Claro que sí," she all but cooed in response.
Taking a long drink from her bottle of water, she stood, following him back to the dance floor as they squeezed through the crowd once more, towards a less cluttered spot.
Winding her arms around his neck once more, Emi opted to keep herself facing him this time around. For a moment, she didn't move, allowing herself a quick chance to feel the music. But after another minute or two, she began to move.
Eyes sliding shut and head tilting to the side, she rolled her hips against his slowly, following the now slower rhythm of the music. Body pressing against his and fingertips all but toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck, she moved, a little sigh of content escaping her lips as she enjoyed the hotmuchtoohot heat washing over them both as they continued dancing.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 21, 2010 2:22:49 GMT -5
It took virtually no time at all for them to get back right where they had left off on the dance floor, save for a few rather poignant things Francis noticed had changed. Firstly, he couldn't help but notice they weren't in the mix of things anymore, the clouds of people were more spaced out, more... alone and secluded.
Another thing that was very obvious was Emiliana's change in dancing. She was facing him, like the end of the last dancing session, and Dieu the way her hips were swaying- there was a deliberateness to the movement that Francis' hands couldn't help but feel. His hands slid down slightly, fingertips on the verge of earning a nice slap across the cheek before pulling back, feeling the Latina's curves and sway.
It was like this, that- however it happened- Francis found his lips against Emiliana's, pressed together fervently as he held her tight up against him.
Who even kissed who first?
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 21, 2010 2:37:53 GMT -5
The feel of Francis' hand sliding dangerously low had her tensing up, reflexes almost getting the better of her. Meaning, she had been quite close to jumping back and punching the blond in the face - as she normally would have done. However, even Emi couldn't deny that she was, for lack of better words, enjoying the feel and press of the his body against hers.
And, if she didn't know any better, she was quite sure that Francis was enjoying it just as much.
Oh, but at the feel of his lips pressing against hers...
Dios, that felt amazing.
With her fingers curling into his hair, Emi sighed against his lips as she was pulled flushed against him, her chest pressing firmly against his own as their mouths and bodies continued moving against one another.
A-Ah.
Nipping at his bottom lip and with her hips now grinding slowly against his, Emi eased her tongue past his parted his lips, deepening the kiss, all the while uncaring as to the fact that the two were now locked in a frenzied make-out session in public.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 21, 2010 19:33:09 GMT -5
Francis, by this point had completely forgotten about the dancing and music in favour of the much more distracting activity going on between their locked lips. He knew he couldn't take much more of this- even gentlemen had their limits and his blood was quickly starting to head south with this... amazing, grinding, hot woman up against him.
His mind quickly lost details about where they where- whose tongue was in whose mouth and the fact that his hands had managed to slip down into forbidden territory, firmly grabbing ahold of Emiliana's rather generous derrière and squeezing.
Dieu- he needed to take her back to his apartment-
Now.
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