Voulez-vous danser avec moi ?

[la_grand_vie]

WHO: Francis and Nicoleta
WHEN: December 19th, Sunday, Late night
WHERE: Chueca, on the dance floor
WHAT: Francis has already had a harrowing return to Liberty! So he does the only thing one should do in this situation. Dance the night away. (And who better to do that with than a beautiful woman?)
RATING: It's Francis. And Nicoleta. Read at your own

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[5minutetheft]

There is not another time she loves better than the night time, the night life and the hidden pleasures the daylight is too shy to reveal. It's after nine and her shift was over but the music in particular was invigorating. Not to mention she noticed an unusual amount of pretty faces on the dance floor. Nicoleta joked around with her co-worker (a high-pitched gay man with a cute accent) and patted his ass before bidding him good-bye and good luck for the night

[la_grand_vie]

Almost immediately the music took Francis over again, his body already loose and hot from the alcohol and adrenaline rushing through his system. He's more used to the classical dances like the waltz or even more... odd dances like technotik, but this isn't foreign to him. There are bodies, there is heat, skin pressing against skin that's only comparible to vertical sex in public.

And sex was one thing he was used to.

His body moved along this unnamed woman's and attempted to press them closer. Their hips moved along one another's in an almost perfect rhythm. And it wasn't long before Francis' hand moved further down, exploring her lower back before finally coming to settle on the curve of her hip, appriciating her figure.

"Speaking with your body is all one really needs," he whispered, mouth pressing to her ear to be heard. "Tu est trés belle ma cheré."

[5minutetheft]

Her eyes lowered, a coy smile gracing her lips as she placed a sensual hand on the man's chest. It was only the beginning but she the tension was exhilarating, the nerves tickling down her spine to his touch. The music carried her away into ecstasy, her hips thrusting left and right.

Nicoleta only slowed down slightly to listen to his utterances, his breath brushing her naked neck. Essentially, she understood his French, recognizing a couple of words. Slowly, she snaked her hand from his chest to the nape of his neck. Once eye contact was yet again established, she gave him a suggestive wink. "Da? Then us start with less talking."

Without a hint of remorse or hesitation, she aggressively closed the gap between them by securing his lips.

[la_grand_vie]

Da.

The word hit him almost like a ton of bricks, but before he could pull back, before he could do anything but register it, he felt lips on his. Claiming his lips, demanding and hot. And Francis was never one to reject a kiss, especially if he was on the recieving end and not the giving.

While this woman might be leading the kiss, Francis wasn't about to let her do everything. He slowly lead them away from the still pulsing crowd, the music continuing to play, the people around them paying almost no mind besides a few whistles. As they finally broke away, he headed towards the nearest dark wall, pressing Nicoleta up against it and allowing his hand to just barely slip up the edge of her shirt. His mouth was still on her's, his own lips parting and deepening the kiss between them, his deft tongue slipping out and tracing along her lips.

This was just how he had wanted his night to go.