Just in case.... [Open log, slightly backdated]

[librariansheart]

Who: Sheska and anyone. Everyone? People. Open log!
What: Dancing and flirting and maybe taking people home
When: 10 pm - 2 am (ish) March 29 - April 2
Where: Various clubs and bars around town
Warnings: Bad jokes, flirting, kissing, suggestive imagery, possible fade to black


Every night, later in the evening, Sheska can be found in one of the clubs or bars that allow dancing around town. Dressed in a different, provocative dress each evening, she's all dolled up (even managed to do something attractive with her hair) and is out looking for a night of fun with no entanglements. Usually, she can be found on the dance floor, but the bar is also a favorite, and she's doing a lot of drinking. Come say hi! It'll be fun~

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[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

Koizumi mind is roiling as he races his bike down the street. He feels as if his world is collapsing beneath his feet once again - and all he can think is to escape it, to grab hold of the only piece of his messed-up world that was still solid, that can still hold him.

Sheska.

There is nothing holding him back anymore. No concern for other friends, nobody more important, no significant others getting in the way. He just needs her.

He skids to a halt outside the club, hopping off his bike and haphazardly leaving it running in something that is probably not a parking spot. He doesn't even wait for the bouncer, surprising him by breezing past him in one smooth motion. Once inside, he takes a moment to scan the crowd... there.

She's dancing wildy, facing away from him. He weaves his way quickly through the crowd. Hands on her shoulders, he turns her around, back to the wall - and pins her firmly against it, lips are already frantically exploring hers as he kisses her with fervor and abandon. The mesh of his shirt presses firmly against her chest, and he lifts one of her legs to his hip, sliding his half-gloved hand slowly up her thigh.

He lets out a low growl of desire and satisfaction.

[librariansheart]

Dancing is its own kind of freedom. Her books are a private freedom, but here, this, this is something different. Something blazingly public, and it requires confidence. In this form, confidence is something she has in spades, and it shows. Everyone's seen her, and some people have been intrigued. She's not dancing alone. Finally.

Still, she's not expecting what comes next. For a moment, as her back hits the wall, she's all surprise and fighting tension, but then his lips are on hers and even in the dark, strobing lights of the club, she knows him. Joy and desire, fierce and bright, sparks to life and she surges eagerly to meet him, hooking her heel around the back of his thigh and pulling him closer still. Rolling her body in a rhythm that matches both his and the music, she twists her hips against his and presses up off the wall. The kiss takes the place of banter, all play and teasing and raw want.

Even held in place, she can dance.

[dontmindmepleasecontinue]

Koizumi takes in something of a ragged breath, intense relief and desire warring within him. She's grounding him, something that he can hold on to - but at the same time she's sparking something in him that he's never given ground to before. Now he embraces it freely, pressing her even more tightly against the wall as his body responds to her continued dancing.

He brings his other hand down to lift her second leg, holding her in place with nothing but the press of his body. His hips move in response to hers, and his raw pleasure at her presence, his untamed need and desire for her becoming increasingly obvious.

The breath is a mere moment of reprieve before his lips are on hers again, needy and insistent. His lips start to circle wider, kissing every part of her face and then making their way down her neck, teasing and probing and suckling endlessly, just the barest hint of teeth scraping against her collarbone.

[librariansheart]

A hungry, pleased hum is just barely audible over the music as he presses her hard against the wall. Yes.

Not even a flicker of fear makes an appearance as he lifts her off the floor. He would never let her fall. The people she would trust to do that she can count two hands. Weaving her arms about his neck and burying her hands in his hair, her legs lock around his waist.

The music beats in her blood, her motions keeping pace and urging him on. Hard wood supports her head as she raises her chin and bares her throat. Her hands tighten in his hair at the touch of his teeth, a shiver echoing through her bones to emerge in a husky iteration of his name.

People are laughing and clapping now, cat calls and wolf whistles cutting through the music and disrupting the way she was losing herself in this. Laughing softly, she cups his jaw and tilts his head up so that she can catch his eyes and flick her eyes toward the door in a clear invitation.