Her Orange Dreadlocks

S.E.V.E.N. Dancing with the Devil.

[This one is a little short, my apologies.]

S.E.V.E.N.

Eliza was a mature girl. She would be twenty next month. She'd grown up in a pretty tight household, but her father, before he passed away three years ago, never hid anything from her. When she'd have a question about anything, he'd answer that question with pure honesty, even when she was ten years old asking about where babies came from. He bluntly told her that it came from when a man and a woman had sex and conceived a child. Most parents would say that that was a bad idea, but Eliza grew up knowing the truth and nothing but the truth, always. That taught her to tell the truth and to never hide anything. But, right now, while she stood here dancing with one of her musical idols, her body pressed tightly against his as he swayed against her in the middle of a vampire themed restaurant--she couldn't help admit that it was particularly arousing to her. She'd been sexually active for a year now, by technicality having drunkenly made the choice to give it up to Ezra last May, and having been introduced to a whole new world of views.

She used to think sex was gross, but she knew that it was only natural, now. Normally she'd hide the fact that she felt any kind of desire for anything, or anyone--but it was becoming harder to do that as Marilyn pressed the hands of a grown man against the small of her back, and held her hand in his as he spun her around in a circle to bring her down into a dip. Her orange hair flew around her face as he did so, and she couldn't help but blush. People in the restaurant were watching them, and the ones who were dancing before, stopped doing so and stared. Eliza couldn't help but feel the heat rise in her cheeks.

Marilyn pulled her closer to him, and she could feel his muscles tense against her, and that's when she realized that she was not the only one feeling these things as they danced. Eliza knew that she would be messing with a tricky fire if she tried being physical with someone like him, and she knew that she'd probably never recover from what would happen to herself if she dared to let herself be romantic with him.

Her thoughts flashed back to Ezra as they danced, and she almost faltered in her steps as they did, but she brought herself back in time to save the last part of the dance for him. Marilyn twirled her around and then pulled her up to him once again, and leaned in to leave a simple kiss behind her ear before he let her go.

Eliza was shocked, the feeling of his lips behind her ear made her jump, but the feeling of his hands leaving her hips made her feel cold and lonely. She turned to face him as he smiled and returned with her to the table. Eliza smiled in return and sat down in her seat. Only moments later, their deserts appeared and she couldn't help but smile at the cheesecake in front of them.

"Whoo! All that dancing sure has given me the appetite." she exclaimed as she began to chew the dessert in front of her.

Marilyn chuckled, and soon he followed suit. His thoughts were on the dance they'd just shared. He knew it would be physically electrifying, but he had no idea why he'd enjoyed it as much as he had. She seemed to be reacting just as badly as he was to their bodies touching, and he wondered if that was his main motive behind wanting her in the band. He hoped not. He knew he wanted her voice, and her dedication to art. It seemed odd, but he wasn't going to give that a second thought for a while. He knew it would be strange to let such a young person into his bed, at least, for now. He had no idea about her life beyond her deceased father, her oblivious mother, and her sorry ex; and he needed to get closer to her, before he could trust her with the secret that he'd been keeping secret for a very long time. He needed to know absolutely every little detail about the woman if she were to know everything about him.

Once their dinner was over, he walked with her to her car, and he looked down at her quietly. She looked up at him and watched him without speaking for a while. They stood there for a little while without actually saying anything, and it was Eliza who finally broke the silence. She stepped closer to him and took his hand.