David wakes Erica with a kiss
As usual, Alli is the brains, I am the brawn. LOL! Haven't done a oneshot in awhile. Only the first part can be posted in this section, the
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Perfect Strangers- Part I
"She's wearing a ring."
The man sitting at the bar nodded deftly at the bartender who's deep Brazilian accent had only slightly drawn him out of his thoughts. "So am I," The man offered in return, the power and edge of his American accent seeming to draw the eyes of everyone in the bar.
The bartender shook his head, "Marriage vows must mean nothing to you."
It was more of a statement then a question, but the man at the counter nodded anyway, throwing back the last of his scotch, "What happens in Rio, stays in Rio."
"Why don't you tell her that, see if she agree," The bartender laughed shaking his head as he moved to tend to another customer.
The man lowered his glass to the bar and kept his eyes on the woman at the other of the room. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he was absolutely captivated by her; by the way she seemed to capture every man in the room under the spell of gorgeous brown eyes.
He was sure she wasn't Brazilian, but he didn't care, she had an exotic and foreign way about her that made him ache to talk to her.
He didn't know if was the way her eyes seemed to burn with life, or the way her brown hair curled just slightly. Maybe it was her smile; wide and filled with intrigue. Maybe it was he gorgeous body, and the way the white strapless cocktail dress seemed to fall against what he was sure soft skin.
He let his eyes wander down to her legs, the white open toed heels she wore only helped out to his enchantment. His eyes drifted up, trialing over her calves and burning at the bottom of her dress, which he was sure only fell just below what he imagined to be a perfectly sculpted ass. He blew out a hard breath, and shifted against his stool, the air in the room suddenly turning hot. His eyes refused to end their journey over her body, sliding over her stomach and abdomen as they blazed up to her breasts. Her dress was almost tube top like in the way she wore it, breasts tight inside what he was sure was satin of her dress. Her cleavage was on display and his eyes feasted hungrily, before gliding up the base of her throat…his mind drifting to what her skin would taste like under his lips. He blew out a hard breath, and forced his eyes along her jaw line and up over her glorious lips.
By the time his eyes reached hers, she was looking back at him. Eyes wide and blazing, as she offered him a knowing smile.
He sucked in a hard breath and nodded, laying his glass down on the bar before easing off the stool.
She seen him sitting there all night. Watching her. Studying her; looking at her like she was the only woman in the room. She knew he saw her wedding ring; and he knew she saw his each time he raised the scotch glass to his lips.
Still that didn't stop either of them from staring at one another.
His eyes were dark and gorgeous she noted, watching him move from the bar and start toward her side of the room. His hair was a dark shade of black, almost dark as the night. He complexion was a light bronze, though she didn't think he was Brazilian. His smile was bright, yet mysterious and there was something about the way he carried himself, that made her breath hitch.
She drew in a slow breath as he crossed the room, closing the distance between them.
The men in the room who had gathered around her turned their eyes on the approaching stranger, eyes ablaze with concern and even a slight hint of territorialism.
He walked close to her, stopping a foot or so in front of hers, and his eyes shot up to meet hers. He held her gaze before speaking. "Can I buy you a drink?"
He was American, probably from the East coast she noted, after the rich smoke sound of his words floated over her. She blew back a slight shudder that threatened to shoot down her spine. She cocked her at him, not sure if she was impressed or annoyed with his forwardness, "I don't drink," She tossed back, watching his smile widen as he nodded back at her.
"Yet here you are in a bar," He challenged, watching her shaking her head and blow out a scoff.
"I like the atmosphere," She told him, "Besides, I was supposed to meet someone here."
"Oh?" He asked, taking a step toward her.
"It's none of your business," She quipped back, watching a few of the men who were standing beside her move to defend her.
"Is he bothering you?" A big man with a thick Brazilian accent questioned, eyes looking on the mysterious stranger.
The woman shook her head, "It's alright boy's," She nodded to the men, whom she'd freely admit seemed to be a part of a harem that she was collecting in this town, "He's harmless."
They all nodded, grumbling and mumbling under the breath as they headed back to their own drinks.
"That seems like a pretty rash decision," He offered back, taking another step toward her, eyes still burning into hers, "You don't even know me."
She shook her head and smiled at him, "No I don't, and I don't care too," She bit out, offering him a wicked smile before starting to push past him.
"I don't even get the chance to ask you to dance?" He asked, watching her try to push half heartedly past him. "Or do you not do that either?"
She stopped trying push past him, and turned her eyes back to meet his, "Oh I dance," She nodded, "I'm just not sure why you'd think I'd dance with you."
"Well," He started, his voice low and his words rough as he stared back at her, "we're both here alone. And there's a dance floor over there that no one seems to be making use of. I don't see what the harm in one dance is. It's not like it'll mean anything; we're both married after all."
She narrowed her eyes at him and nodded, "Alright fine, one dance."
He nodded back at her, his smile smug and knowing as he reached out to take her hand.
She held her breath as he led her to the dance floor, her hand warm in his as they stopped on the dance floor and he moved to take her in his arms.
Of course the music which had been fast and lively all night, chose that exact moment to switch to something slow. Something that would require she stay in his arms.
His arms slid around her back, palms gliding over the soft satin of her dress as they came to rest just above each ass cheek.
She shifted her eyes up to meet his and shook her head, offering him a sly smile as she moved to rest loosely around his neck.
"I didn't catch your name," He breathed, tipping his head down slightly, so that he was sure to lock eyes with her.
She nodded and laughed lightly, "That's because I didn't give it to you."
"And why aren't you giving it to me now?" He asked, watching her laugh and flash him a knowing smile as she kept her eyes locked with his.
"It's just a dance, right," She said and he nodded, "My name is irrelevant."
He nodded, watching her eyes flicker up into his, "I guess that saves me from having to introduce myself."
She nodded, trying not to get lost in his eyes, in his arms, in his hands as they swayed softly on the dance floor.
"Clearly you're American," She said, and he nodded.
"As are you," He replied, "I'd say somewhere on the East Coast."
She nodded, "You're good."
"Anywhere I'd know?" He asked, watching her draw in a breath as his palms started a slow, yet barely there glide lower.
She pushed out a hard breath and shook her head, "I don't think so. How about you?"
"Nowhere worth mentioning," He offered back, his words slow and hard as they pushed past his lips. He pulled her closer, watching her face as his movements left her pressed against his chest. "Here on business or pleasure?"
"Both," She told him, trying to keep her breathing even despite the face that his palms were sliding over her ass. Her mind was spinning, yelling at her to run, to get away and get out before there wasn't any going back…she was married. But his hands, his hands burned through the barely there material and penetrated her skin with warm, almost liquid heat; and his breath was low and hot against her face; and she couldn't move if she tried. "You?"
"Both," He replied, leaning his head in a little closer, letting his words fall even more against her face. Her breath was warm against his throat, and her body seemed to burn with life under his hands. He should end this before there was no going back. He should remember that he was a married man and that this was wrong. But she was like no one he'd ever met, and he couldn't let her go if he tried.
"Are you here alone?" She asked, her breath catching when his palms curved around the bottom of her ass an he pulled her closer.
"I was supposed to meet someone," He words were hard this time, lower and more breathy, as he stared deep into her eyes. He studied her face; watched her eyes flutter, watched her lips part slightly as she subconsciously seemed to lean into his hands. He was intent to take this as far as she'd let him.
"Your wife?" She breathed, a soft shudder shooting down her back as his right hand crept lower, easing down toward the edge of her dress.
"No," He pushed out, trying to fight every urge in his body to press his hips against hers, instead he made sure they swayed a bit more; trying to get them lost in the music and not each other, "my wife isn't here."
Her eyes slammed shut when his fingertips grazed against the back of her thigh, "Oh," She pushed out, half to reply to his answer, and half from the feel of his fingers against her bare skin.
"And are you waiting on your husband?" He asked, his left hand gripping at her dress as he pushed her even closer, wanting her hard and hot against his body, wanted them mixing and melting against one another. His right hand slid a breath lower, and his fingertips dipped under the edge of her dress.
She opened her mouth, but the words seemed to melt into the feel of his fingers gliding under her dress, up the back of her thigh, so that they played at the edge of her panties, and all she could do was shake her head.
"So we're both here alone," He blew out, leaning in again, so that his lips were near her ear, "No one waiting for us."
She sucked in a hard breath, and her fingers curled around the back of his neck, nails digging in just slightly as she gripped him close. "No," She managed to get out, shaking her head.
"That's good," He told her, words floating into her ear, "that means we can keep dancing," He continued, as he turned them on the dance floor, spinning them so that her back was to the door, and he could ease her dress up a bit, not enough to reveal anything, but enough to slid his palm against her thigh.
She nodded deftly, and pushed close to him, her breaths low and ragged as she let her legs part slightly. She knew what he was planning; knew where his fingers were going and even though every part of screamed to move, she couldn't do anything but tremble against his touch.
The song slowed to the last verse and finally stopped a few seconds later.
They didn't stop swaying however, and his hands stayed where they were.
"Music stopped," She managed to push out after a few seconds, trying to still her racing heart.
"Mmm," He acknowledged, but didn't move to pull away, "I wasn't paying attention to the music."
She gulped in a hard breath and smiled up at him, "We're going to make fools of ourselves if we keep dancing and there's no music."
"I don't care," He breathed, his voice low and ragged as he pushed the words into her ear.
Her eyes slammed shut as a hard shudder shot down her spine and settled between her thighs, "Well I do," She lied, feeling the need to get off the dance floor.
He watched her move slowly, peel her body from his, and step back, out of his arms.
"I'm going to freshen up," She told him, leaving her eyes locked with him, "Before our next dance," She finished, eyes burning into his. She wasn't going to ask him, she wasn't even going to look back at him. If he picked up on her meaning, so be it…and if not, then they'd have this moment to hold onto.
He nodded, eyes blazing back into hers, watching her finally peel her eyes from his before turning away from him. He'd follow behind her soon. There was a hallway between the bathroom and a set of private rooms where they could be alone. Where they didn't have worry about prying eyes or making a scene.
He watched her walk away, watched her turn the corner and disappear around the corner, and sighed, putting on a show for the rest of the bar. He shook his head and then ran a hand through his hair, as he made his way back to the bar.
Click here for the rest of Part I
So if you don't have access yet, get it now, so you can read the whole thing. I promise it's worth it.
Perfect Strangers- Part I
"She's wearing a ring."
The man sitting at the bar nodded deftly at the bartender who's deep Brazilian accent had only slightly drawn him out of his thoughts. "So am I," The man offered in return, the power and edge of his American accent seeming to draw the eyes of everyone in the bar.
The bartender shook his head, "Marriage vows must mean nothing to you."
It was more of a statement then a question, but the man at the counter nodded anyway, throwing back the last of his scotch, "What happens in Rio, stays in Rio."
"Why don't you tell her that, see if she agree," The bartender laughed shaking his head as he moved to tend to another customer.
The man lowered his glass to the bar and kept his eyes on the woman at the other of the room. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he was absolutely captivated by her; by the way she seemed to capture every man in the room under the spell of gorgeous brown eyes.
He was sure she wasn't Brazilian, but he didn't care, she had an exotic and foreign way about her that made him ache to talk to her.
He didn't know if was the way her eyes seemed to burn with life, or the way her brown hair curled just slightly. Maybe it was her smile; wide and filled with intrigue. Maybe it was he gorgeous body, and the way the white strapless cocktail dress seemed to fall against what he was sure soft skin.
He let his eyes wander down to her legs, the white open toed heels she wore only helped out to his enchantment. His eyes drifted up, trialing over her calves and burning at the bottom of her dress, which he was sure only fell just below what he imagined to be a perfectly sculpted ass. He blew out a hard breath, and shifted against his stool, the air in the room suddenly turning hot. His eyes refused to end their journey over her body, sliding over her stomach and abdomen as they blazed up to her breasts. Her dress was almost tube top like in the way she wore it, breasts tight inside what he was sure was satin of her dress. Her cleavage was on display and his eyes feasted hungrily, before gliding up the base of her throat…his mind drifting to what her skin would taste like under his lips. He blew out a hard breath, and forced his eyes along her jaw line and up over her glorious lips.
By the time his eyes reached hers, she was looking back at him. Eyes wide and blazing, as she offered him a knowing smile.
He sucked in a hard breath and nodded, laying his glass down on the bar before easing off the stool.
She seen him sitting there all night. Watching her. Studying her; looking at her like she was the only woman in the room. She knew he saw her wedding ring; and he knew she saw his each time he raised the scotch glass to his lips.
Still that didn't stop either of them from staring at one another.
His eyes were dark and gorgeous she noted, watching him move from the bar and start toward her side of the room. His hair was a dark shade of black, almost dark as the night. He complexion was a light bronze, though she didn't think he was Brazilian. His smile was bright, yet mysterious and there was something about the way he carried himself, that made her breath hitch.
She drew in a slow breath as he crossed the room, closing the distance between them.
The men in the room who had gathered around her turned their eyes on the approaching stranger, eyes ablaze with concern and even a slight hint of territorialism.
He walked close to her, stopping a foot or so in front of hers, and his eyes shot up to meet hers. He held her gaze before speaking. "Can I buy you a drink?"
He was American, probably from the East coast she noted, after the rich smoke sound of his words floated over her. She blew back a slight shudder that threatened to shoot down her spine. She cocked her at him, not sure if she was impressed or annoyed with his forwardness, "I don't drink," She tossed back, watching his smile widen as he nodded back at her.
"Yet here you are in a bar," He challenged, watching her shaking her head and blow out a scoff.
"I like the atmosphere," She told him, "Besides, I was supposed to meet someone here."
"Oh?" He asked, taking a step toward her.
"It's none of your business," She quipped back, watching a few of the men who were standing beside her move to defend her.
"Is he bothering you?" A big man with a thick Brazilian accent questioned, eyes looking on the mysterious stranger.
The woman shook her head, "It's alright boy's," She nodded to the men, whom she'd freely admit seemed to be a part of a harem that she was collecting in this town, "He's harmless."
They all nodded, grumbling and mumbling under the breath as they headed back to their own drinks.
"That seems like a pretty rash decision," He offered back, taking another step toward her, eyes still burning into hers, "You don't even know me."
She shook her head and smiled at him, "No I don't, and I don't care too," She bit out, offering him a wicked smile before starting to push past him.
"I don't even get the chance to ask you to dance?" He asked, watching her try to push half heartedly past him. "Or do you not do that either?"
She stopped trying push past him, and turned her eyes back to meet his, "Oh I dance," She nodded, "I'm just not sure why you'd think I'd dance with you."
"Well," He started, his voice low and his words rough as he stared back at her, "we're both here alone. And there's a dance floor over there that no one seems to be making use of. I don't see what the harm in one dance is. It's not like it'll mean anything; we're both married after all."
She narrowed her eyes at him and nodded, "Alright fine, one dance."
He nodded back at her, his smile smug and knowing as he reached out to take her hand.
She held her breath as he led her to the dance floor, her hand warm in his as they stopped on the dance floor and he moved to take her in his arms.
Of course the music which had been fast and lively all night, chose that exact moment to switch to something slow. Something that would require she stay in his arms.
His arms slid around her back, palms gliding over the soft satin of her dress as they came to rest just above each ass cheek.
She shifted her eyes up to meet his and shook her head, offering him a sly smile as she moved to rest loosely around his neck.
"I didn't catch your name," He breathed, tipping his head down slightly, so that he was sure to lock eyes with her.
She nodded and laughed lightly, "That's because I didn't give it to you."
"And why aren't you giving it to me now?" He asked, watching her laugh and flash him a knowing smile as she kept her eyes locked with his.
"It's just a dance, right," She said and he nodded, "My name is irrelevant."
He nodded, watching her eyes flicker up into his, "I guess that saves me from having to introduce myself."
She nodded, trying not to get lost in his eyes, in his arms, in his hands as they swayed softly on the dance floor.
"Clearly you're American," She said, and he nodded.
"As are you," He replied, "I'd say somewhere on the East Coast."
She nodded, "You're good."
"Anywhere I'd know?" He asked, watching her draw in a breath as his palms started a slow, yet barely there glide lower.
She pushed out a hard breath and shook her head, "I don't think so. How about you?"
"Nowhere worth mentioning," He offered back, his words slow and hard as they pushed past his lips. He pulled her closer, watching her face as his movements left her pressed against his chest. "Here on business or pleasure?"
"Both," She told him, trying to keep her breathing even despite the face that his palms were sliding over her ass. Her mind was spinning, yelling at her to run, to get away and get out before there wasn't any going back…she was married. But his hands, his hands burned through the barely there material and penetrated her skin with warm, almost liquid heat; and his breath was low and hot against her face; and she couldn't move if she tried. "You?"
"Both," He replied, leaning his head in a little closer, letting his words fall even more against her face. Her breath was warm against his throat, and her body seemed to burn with life under his hands. He should end this before there was no going back. He should remember that he was a married man and that this was wrong. But she was like no one he'd ever met, and he couldn't let her go if he tried.
"Are you here alone?" She asked, her breath catching when his palms curved around the bottom of her ass an he pulled her closer.
"I was supposed to meet someone," He words were hard this time, lower and more breathy, as he stared deep into her eyes. He studied her face; watched her eyes flutter, watched her lips part slightly as she subconsciously seemed to lean into his hands. He was intent to take this as far as she'd let him.
"Your wife?" She breathed, a soft shudder shooting down her back as his right hand crept lower, easing down toward the edge of her dress.
"No," He pushed out, trying to fight every urge in his body to press his hips against hers, instead he made sure they swayed a bit more; trying to get them lost in the music and not each other, "my wife isn't here."
Her eyes slammed shut when his fingertips grazed against the back of her thigh, "Oh," She pushed out, half to reply to his answer, and half from the feel of his fingers against her bare skin.
"And are you waiting on your husband?" He asked, his left hand gripping at her dress as he pushed her even closer, wanting her hard and hot against his body, wanted them mixing and melting against one another. His right hand slid a breath lower, and his fingertips dipped under the edge of her dress.
She opened her mouth, but the words seemed to melt into the feel of his fingers gliding under her dress, up the back of her thigh, so that they played at the edge of her panties, and all she could do was shake her head.
"So we're both here alone," He blew out, leaning in again, so that his lips were near her ear, "No one waiting for us."
She sucked in a hard breath, and her fingers curled around the back of his neck, nails digging in just slightly as she gripped him close. "No," She managed to get out, shaking her head.
"That's good," He told her, words floating into her ear, "that means we can keep dancing," He continued, as he turned them on the dance floor, spinning them so that her back was to the door, and he could ease her dress up a bit, not enough to reveal anything, but enough to slid his palm against her thigh.
She nodded deftly, and pushed close to him, her breaths low and ragged as she let her legs part slightly. She knew what he was planning; knew where his fingers were going and even though every part of screamed to move, she couldn't do anything but tremble against his touch.
The song slowed to the last verse and finally stopped a few seconds later.
They didn't stop swaying however, and his hands stayed where they were.
"Music stopped," She managed to push out after a few seconds, trying to still her racing heart.
"Mmm," He acknowledged, but didn't move to pull away, "I wasn't paying attention to the music."
She gulped in a hard breath and smiled up at him, "We're going to make fools of ourselves if we keep dancing and there's no music."
"I don't care," He breathed, his voice low and ragged as he pushed the words into her ear.
Her eyes slammed shut as a hard shudder shot down her spine and settled between her thighs, "Well I do," She lied, feeling the need to get off the dance floor.
He watched her move slowly, peel her body from his, and step back, out of his arms.
"I'm going to freshen up," She told him, leaving her eyes locked with him, "Before our next dance," She finished, eyes burning into his. She wasn't going to ask him, she wasn't even going to look back at him. If he picked up on her meaning, so be it…and if not, then they'd have this moment to hold onto.
He nodded, eyes blazing back into hers, watching her finally peel her eyes from his before turning away from him. He'd follow behind her soon. There was a hallway between the bathroom and a set of private rooms where they could be alone. Where they didn't have worry about prying eyes or making a scene.
He watched her walk away, watched her turn the corner and disappear around the corner, and sighed, putting on a show for the rest of the bar. He shook his head and then ran a hand through his hair, as he made his way back to the bar.
Click here for the rest of Part I
