shameless || the weeknd

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"Hey, I try." Abel smirked, responding to her sarcasm. She rolled her eyes as he stood up, holding out his hand for her to take as he finished what was in his glass.

Sidra sighed a little before finally taking his hand and getting up. His smile deepened as watched her attempt to have some fun on their date. He took her small hand in his and put down his glass before leading her to the floor that didn't have as many people as she expected.

"I can't believe you're gonna force me to dance." She groaned a little, trying to make herself more comfortable with her investigation so he wouldn't be suspicious to her being standoff-ish.

"You don't like dancing?" He asked curiously, trying to stop himself from staring at her lower body.

"Of course, I love dancing. I just don't know if I'm gonna love dancing with you."

"Damn, and I thought I was the asshole." He joked and she shook her head as he turned her around.

"You're already here, I still have to beg you to give me a chance?" He asked lowly, trying his hardest to be respectful to the young agent as he held her closer to his chest.

"No, you don't. I'll open up when I'm ready." She teased, finally settling into her promiscuous façade. She knew she had to be as believable as possible, so she forced herself to overcome the possibility of getting too entangled with the celebrity seeing as it could lead to him getting comfortable with her.

The feeling of excitement still flooded her veins as he held her closer to him, the bass of the club music sounding around them. He started to dance with her slowly and she chewed on the inside of her cheek at the forgotten feeling of letting loose in a club with a man just for a night.

He felt her fluid movements as she swayed to the song that played and that led him to press her against him a little more than before. Her breathing hitched in her throat as she felt her back now fully pressed against his chest and her ass just below his crotch. He thought her height was cute. But before he could appreciate it, she slowed down her movements abruptly.

Abel smirked. "Come on, baby girl, stop being scary." He said lowly, tightening his grip on her body.

Nevertheless, she continued her movements, ignoring her labored breathing.

"I'm not being "scary"." She retorted, turning her head to look back at the celebrity.

"Good, then this just tells me that you can't dance." He teased, pulling her back onto him more and moving her to the beat. She rolled her eyes at his cheap blow.

"Why? Because I'm not throwing my ass back?" Sidra said back, keeping her fluidity, despite his hands starting to wander.

"You said it, not me."

"Oh, please. You're lucky I'm even here."

"Why? Because you got somewhere better to be?" He said and she stopped dancing to look back at him again. She didn't have anything to say.

"If I remember correctly, that attitude adjustment that you so desperately need would do you some good." He whispered against her ear and she rolled her eyes again.

"Of course you would think that, Abel." She said back, feeding into what he was saying, but not too much. She didn't want to sabotage her investigation by playing dumb.

"Here we go with the assumptions again." He sighed. "You'd be surprised what one night of fun would do." He smirked, trying to bait the young woman.

Abel knew she still had her younger tendencies to play hard-to-get, but it was her occupation that was making it easier for her to do so. He was sure of it. Other wise, she wouldn't have been so quick to come to his house the other night.