Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

It's Not Really The Same, Is It?

Brad licked his bottom lip as he made his way over. He felt like he was buzzing. Adrenaline? Nerves? He didn't know, but he didn't care.

He approached the three of them, ignoring Tris and Connor and looking directly at Luka.

"Room for one more?" He smiled, and she grinned and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Always, grouchy boy." She winked, letting him go and starting to dance again. Tris and Connor kept nudging Brad's shoulder until he loosened up enough to dance with them. James joined shortly after, and then the whole group were dancing wildly, crazily together. They group-danced a few songs, singing loudly to each other, making up weird moves, and generally having fun.

When Little Mix's 'Touch' came on, the guys said they were checking out, claiming to 'need a drink' or whatever. Brad paused, not really knowing what to do.

That is, until Luka put her hands on his shoulders.

"Know this song?" She asked, looking at him with gorgeous eyes. He stared back, his breath slowly exhaling out of his lips. He nodded. "Good." She smiled.

Her hands slid down his arms, grabbing his hands, and swinging them, trying to force him to dance. She moved them back and forward, then dropped one hand and spun him with the other one. Eventually, he laughed, and started responding to her. He started singing along, just like she was. He started spinning her round, swaying his body, his hips, dramatically gesturing to the words of the song.

Still holding her hand, he held it up, making her spin underneath as she laughed. The twist of her legs made her stumble a little, and she stumbled straight into his chest, putting a hand right in the middle to brace herself. Just like he saw her do with Tris. Instead of stepping back, instead of letting her step back, he wrapped his other arm around her back. Now they were very close. Their faces were very close.

Her hand slid up his shoulders, looping her arm around his neck, stepping closer as the beat pounded through the room. He felt the hand holding hers starting to warm up.

He could feel the ribbed material of her dress under his fingers. He could smell the faint scent of sweat and her perfume. He could feel her body just slightly grazing his as she swayed her hips from side to side.

She wasn't trying to be sexy. He realised that Luka never tried to be sexy. She was dancing how she liked, just enjoying the music. But Brad definitely found it sexy. He found her sexy. Looking at her, in her own world, singing along to the words as she moved. She was incredibly sexy.

"You're getting it, princess." She smiled up at him. She wiggled her eyebrows up and down a couple of times, and he laughed before glancing around the room.

"I can dance, you know. I do it on stage all the time."

"Could have fooled me." She teased. He squeezed her hip in response with a cheeky smile, making her yelp. Then he breathed in. Staring at her eyes, he suddenly had the overwhelming need to...

He tightened his grip on her slightly, not hard enough to hurt her, just enough to hold her a bit closer to him. He wanted to kiss her. He could kiss her. She was in his arms, her body was up against him, her face was just in front of his, her mouth was just centimetres away. His exhale was shaky as she looked back at him, innocence and patience written all over her face as usual. If he just leant forward, he could...they would...

He had to know where her mind was at.

"Luka?" Brad said. They were close enough that he didn't even have to shout over the music. She raised an eyebrow in response. "I..."