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.

Stripping out of her coat, she stepped into the erotic pandemonium in a tight-fitting tube top and tights that clung to her body like a second layer of skin. Immediately, a man in particular caught her eye.

Nicoleta laughed at the man's cute antic, deeming him as an interesting man right off the bat. "I do not know how to speak French," She took his hand and then pulled him close so that her breasts pressed against his chest as she quipped in a low purr, "But I do know how to speak with my body." Smirking, she began to move her body to the exotic rhythm with a vamp's devious expression. Hopefully, he dances well enough to match his good looks.

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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."

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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.

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She relentlessly kissed him, sensually exploring his mouth with her talented tongue. Her hand slithered up to his shirt collar and then grasped, curling her fingers into a tight clench. In time, she felt herself being drawn away from the lurid crowd.

The temporary break ended with a stifled breath as Nicoleta was pressed against the wall. A vulpine smile curved on the edges of her lips, indicating that she has been impressed but impartial with their level of intercourse. The forceful kiss produced a soft moan that resonated from her throat. Her slender fingers tangled his hair, pulling it in playful retaliation. It was a pleasant surprise for her for a man to do such a thing to her; the challenge was what she anticipated.

They parted for another split second and she managed to utter in a beguiling tone, "French boy. We'll need a more private place if you want to play with me some more."

[la_grand_vie]

Private place?

Those words alone caught Francis' ear and he immediately grinned. His mind worked quickly; his own condo wasn't avalible because of that stupid Prussian, a motel would be dirty and even he did not have enough alcohol in his system for that, the bathroom was just low-class. He let out a soft rumble from his throat and started to lightly kiss down Nicoleta's jaw and to her neck. His lips brushed against her collarbone and his hot breath pooled against her skin.

"Would you protest bringing me back to your abode?" he whispered, moving up just enough to catch her enchanting eyes again. "My roommate is rather... mood-killing, and I would hate to ruin this wonderful night for us."

[5minutetheft]

Ah, her neck - a sensitive part. She let out a soft moan in a short breath to the sensation that tingled from his touch. When his lips left her skin, she looked at Francis with an expectant look.

She smirked, loosening up enough to alert Francis that she was going to move. Coyly, she placed a finger and made a beeline from his jaw line to his chin as she slid away. With a smile, she replied, "My house? Hm alright. Wait for me at the entrance." Nicoleta gave him a quick wink and then turned away without waiting for a response. She sauntered through the sensual pandemonium - the sidelines, rather - and then made her way to the employee room.

After grabbing her keys, coat, and bag, she took a minute to joke around with the bartender. Nonchalantly, she made her way to the entrance to drive the French boy to the night of his life.

[la_grand_vie]

Keeping himself busy with a lite cigarette outside of the bar, Francis leaned against the wall, idly puffing out smoke and humming. He glanced to the side as Nicoleta made her way out of the club, blowing out a ring of smoke and tapping away the spare ash from the tip. "Now, mademosielle," he purred quietly, rolling to his shoulder to better look at her. "May I 'ave ze name of ze woman zat 'as so enraptured me this night? I would enjoy knowing what name I should moan in ze throws of passion, n'est-ce pas?"

[5minutetheft]

After she exited the building, she was greeted with the smell of smoke. Unlike those 'dignified women' - who would wrinkle their nose, disdainfully ignore it, or politely fan away the smell - she inhaled it and registered it as an aroma. Sweet nicotine, the chemical that pumps the adrenaline and haze your mind into heavenly state of relief. "Nicoleta." She replied in an amused tone, but with an edge. His way of words is funny and too cheesy but she'll get used to it. Her eyes flashed at Francis, tilting her head at the direction of her car that was parked conveniently near the entrance.

Spinning the hook of her keys around her finger, she sauntered toward her sleek black (and recently fixed) car. Assuming that he was behind her, she asked as she walked, "And yours, French boy?" Nicoleta reached the driver's side first and unlocked her door before the response. Then she added smugly with a smile, "Unless you want me to call you French boy in bed."

[la_grand_vie]

"Bon, it would not be zee first time, eh?" Francis chuckled and tossed away his cigarette, twisting the ball of his foot on it before starting to follow Nicoleta. "But of course zat won't do with une belle femme such as yourself. My name is Francis Bonnefoy," his name rolled off of his tongue easily, his deep blue eyes having never left the Romanian woman's frame since she inhaled his cigarette smoke.

Now she... she had a certain something about her that sent Francis' blood scalding through his veins. So confident, much like himself- and maybe those breasts weren't exactly something to scoff at either.

Making his way to the passenger side (how odd, for a woman to drive- and for it to be her apartment), the Frenchman looked over the top of the car to grin right back at Nicoleta, winking. "Your name suits you. It even rolls off the tongue," he hummed, musing. "I think it will sound pleasant whispered in hushed tones as well, what do you think?"

hurdurp this is late. and ah perhaps we should end the thread.. soon?

[5minutetheft]

"God be damned if I give off the same impression as a virgin." Nicoleta said as she bared her teeth in a rather devious smile. Sliding onto the seat, she made herself comfortable before snorting to the comment. She gave Francis a raise of a brow, amused by Francis' assertiveness but nonetheless excited that she will sleep with a man whose personality isn't as bland as the last guy. Too meek, too shy. She saw merit in his lines at least.

After stabbing her keys in to start the engine, she quipped suggestively, "Ha. I'll make you love my name then, Francis. No one ever forgets my name after they go through me." There was a dangerous flicker in her eyes before she reversed the car. The little inventive gears in her head began to contrive of ways and positions to please her partner tonight.