Five by Five
Title: Five by Five
Author: Gen
Rating: R
Summary: A Halloween Party, goofy costumes and teh sex.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only Gwen is.
A/N: Thanks to Kennedy and Sugah for all there help. Especially Sugah cause she's teh amazing. And she beta'd it. Cause she's just that cool.
If someone had walked in to the ballroom of the Ritz Carlton on any other night to this scene, they would have been terribly confused.
At this very moment, Dorothy (who seemed to be wearing a skimpier version of her trademark blue dress) was dancing with a cowboy with very muscular arms, a pimp was dancing with an angel, Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard were having a very heated conversation by the punch, a kissing booth and the Queen of the Nile were sneaking off to the coat room, Eli Manning and a chick magnet were watching the Giants game on the small portable TV that the chick magnet had snuck in, and a bunny was trying desperately to flirt with a Venus Goddess.
Throughout the hall, many other couples were dancing, conversing, and having a good time. But we don’t care about those couples, we just care about these five.
Danny Messer and Lindsay Monroe
Danny had choked on his own spit when he’d seen Lindsay walk into the ballroom. She was wearing the smallest dress known to man, and he had trouble swallowing when he saw her in it.
“Damn, Montana…Who are you s’posed to be?” Danny had said, looking her up and down.
Lindsay had let out a breath. “Dorothy. Not my idea. Stella picked it out. And close your mouth.”
“You look…you look amazing,” he had said, trying not to swallow his tongue.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Cowboy,” she said, laughing. She eyed his costume, taking in the armless suede vest and matching pants that seemed to cling to his muscular legs. She had laughed again when he stepped back and tipped his Stetson at her.
They were dancing now, his left arm wrapped around her waist, his right hand grasping her left and resting it on his shoulder. Her left hand was gripping his bare shoulder, and she was looking up into his face.
He was holding her close, and she realized in that moment that she wanted him in her life. She wanted to make this work. She wanted a relationship.
Sheldon Hawkes and Jennifer Angell
“So an angel, huh? That’s real original. And I know for a fact Jen, that your halo should be crooked,” Sheldon told his dancing partner, who in the daytime was usually a detective.
“What are you talking about, Sheldon Hawkes? I’m a good girl,” Jennifer Angell said with a laugh.
“I know how naughty you can be, Jen,” he said, giving her the once over. He took in her clingy white dress, soft angel wings, and shimmering silver halo with a smile.
“Oh and what about you Mr. Original? Cause no one is gonna be a pimp?” she asked him, running her hand up his arm, feeling the purple velvet suit under her fingers.
“No one is as pimp as me,” he said, both of them laughing as he led her onto the dance floor.
Mac Taylor and Peyton Driscoll
He hadn’t wanted to come to this. He hadn’t wanted to dress up, but damn it if Peyton hadn’t look like an angel in her Audrey Hepburn outfit. She’d told him she’d gotten the idea after that Holly Golightly bank robbery case. She’d found an exact replica of the Breakfast at Tiffany’s dress and had somehow convinced him to dress as George Peppard’s character, Paul Varjak. So here he was, dressed in a vintage tweed suit with a skinny black tie, his hair slicked back, and having the time of his life.
He glanced over at his partner and grinned at the way she had completed the Audrey Hepburn look. Her hair was swept up, held together with pins, a tiara placed gingerly in the front. She hadn’t been able to find a necklace that matched the one Miss Hepburn had, but the string of pearls he’d gotten her had gone over well. Giant fake diamond earrings had completed the ensemble.
Mac Taylor thought Peyton Driscoll looked very much like Audrey Hepburn. He was glad he came to the party.
Sid Hammerback and Stella Bonasera
Stella had laughed uncontrollably when she had seen Sid’s costume. But then again, they all had. Sid had come dressed as a kissing booth. Complete with the box strapped to his shoulders, the words “Kissing Booth 25 Cents!” painted across the front. He’d paired it with a pair of jeans that Stella couldn’t help but notice were nice and tight.
Sid had commented on her costume as well. “You make an amazing Queen of the Nile,” he’d said, taking in her skin tight black dress, golden sash around her waist, and gold jewelry adorning her neck and wrists. She had left her hair down, but had woven gold strands into the curls.
They had had danced for awhile, Sid’s costume getting in the way, buy they made the most of it. It wasn’t until Sid started whispering into Stella’s ear that she decided dancing was the last thing she wanted to be doing with Sid. She grabbed his hand and pulled him, grinning past the dancing couples and into the coat closet.
Adam Ross and Marty Pino and a girl
They had both come to the party alone, but neither had wanted to come anyway. Adam, who had come dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, a giant magnet draped over his shoulders, little rubber chicks glued to the ends, had snuck in a portable TV and he and Marty Pino were in the corner watching the Giants game. Marty was dressed in jeans as well, but he had paired them with an Eli Manning jersey.
Both were cheering on their team when a young woman dressed in a Catholic school girl costume came up to Marty and asked him to dance.
So much for Adam being the chick magnet.
Don Flack and Gwen Riley
Don Flack was trying so hard to be impressive, but Gwen Riley just couldn’t take him seriously in that outfit. He was flirting shamelessly and all she could do was laugh at his ridiculous costume. He took it like a man though, which is what impressed her the most. She found the fact that a man could come to a party dressed up in a bunny costume and still be somewhat manly, kind of sexy.
“…so I went to like four different stores and they were all sold out of costumes. This was the only one left,” Don tried to explain. He’d really wanted to make a good impression and being dressed as a bunny was not helping his cause.
It didn’t help that Gwen looked incredibly sexy in her Venus Goddess outfit. It looked like she had just draped a sheet over her lithe body, holding it together with gold ropes across her belly. The edge of the cloth hit mid-thigh, making Don drool with the thoughts of what it was covering. A small white flower tucked behind her ear completed the ensemble.
Gwen stepped toward Don and slid a hand up his fur-covered arm, amazed to find she could still feel his muscles even through the layers of fabric. “Don, it’s okay that you're dressed as a bunny. It’s cute. In fact, I would very much like to feed you some carrots. At my place,” she said seductively.
“Uh…yeah…sounds-sounds good,” Don said, trying not to trip over his feet as he followed Gwen to the door.
“I love bunnies,” she said with a wink.
“Guh.”
Danny and Lindsay…again
He’d driven her home after the party, determined to be a gentleman and just drop her off at her door. But she had other plans. As soon as they were at her door, she grabbed his vest and pulled his head down to hers. Their lips crashed together, and her arm went to the back of his head, trying to get him closer. His hands wound around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. He backed her against the wall, pressing more of himself against her. He wanted every part of his body to be next to hers. His hands traveled down to her thighs and he lifted her up so they were eye level. This new angle caused him to press his arousal against her, making her shudder.
Their lips broke apart as they gasped for air. They stared into each others eyes, silently asking each other if this was the right thing to do. She hesitantly lowered her lips to his again, this kiss much softer than the one before.
He gently put her down so she could open the door, but as soon as it was closed, he grabbed her again and lifted her against the wall. He started sucking on her neck as she tried to remove his suede vest and reveal his white tank top. She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and dragged him to her bedroom.
They stood at the foot of the bed, watching each other undress. She slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She bent over to take off her knee-high stockings, but stopped when she heard his voice.
“Leave ‘em,” he said gruffly. “And the shoes.”
“Kinky,” she said with smile, but she left them and the red shoes on.
They fell into bed, clinging to each other. He hovered over her, helping her when she removed his pants. He slid her panties off her hips, then trailed his hands up to her back and unclasped her bra. Her stocking clad legs came up around his waist as he thrust into her, her ankles locking around his lower back.
They moved together, racing each other to completion. He whispered into her ear as he moved, some of the things he said making her blush. They hit their high at the same time, whispering each other's name.
Later, they lay in bed together, her head on his chest. She had finally taken her shoes off, but he had convinced her to leave the stockings on. He thought they were sexy. She agreed because the look he gave her when she wore nothing but the stockings and a smile made her melt.
She told him about her past, and he held her when the tears started to fall. He kissed them away, one by one, and then kissed her again, making her forget her memories as he ran his hands down her sides.
All in all, it was good Halloween.