Putting the V in Vanity. PaNi SS

Chapter 1

Put the V in Vanity 

Chapter I

She stared right at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and yet he could hear her heart pounding from the very distant. She was petite, dressed in white, as if she didn't already look like an angel today it seemed as though she was going to do everything in her power to remind him that she was as much of a devil as she was an angel. He watched her from a distance, her body moving to the sound of the music. Her hips gently swaying side to side, pulling in attention from the nearby onlookers but throughout it all her eyes never seem to leave his. And without a doubt in his mind he knew that he wouldn't want her to look away.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The beat of the music echoed loudly, blasting away in the crowded room. He felt the music thumping and drumming under his feet almost as if the music was making a path for him, a path directly from where he stood to where her body was. He leaned back and watched as the room got even more crowded, bodies after bodies rubbing and gliding on one another, dancing away passionately unknown to the bliss around then. As he took a sip of the drink he was nursing he watched as she laughed, her friends surrounded her almost making a cocoon around her and he had never been glad for each of them protecting her. Protecting what was his.

The music changed. He knew this song, it was a song that was filled with filth and grime and dirty and it was made for grinding. He smiled softly as he saw her body stiffen for slight minute and then her hips were moving to the rhythm of the song. And while her hips moved gently, and softly side to side he took a minute to appreciate what he was looking at. Everything about her screamed to him, how he badly wanted to put his hand on her, touch every inch of her pure soft white skin, kissing away any insecurities and leaving nothing but his touch on her so she would no one else. And in his deepest of his mind; how he wished he could leave marks. Nothing permanent, nothing distasteful, but the claim of his own on her; a bruise on her thigh, a bite on her neck or even a stubble burn on her chest. His body clenched in anticipation, he felt his fingers tighten on the glass he was nursing as he stared right at her. And no sooner did his arousal flare, he soon same to reality as he took in the company around her.

He chuckled to himself. How naive was he to believe that he could have what he want without the consequences that followed such a disastrous thought? How he wished it was only physical, that it was just a case of a 'wham bam thank you madam' but that was the least of his worries especially not when he's silly little heart got involved. A heart was a silly little organ, all it did was keep him alive but looking at her it felt as though all it was doing was killing him inside.

Silly little heart, he thought to himself as he took another gulp of the drink. He turned to face bartender, as he signalled for another top up on his drink. Whilst doing so his eyes slowly shifted away from her for a brief period of time to just take in the environment around them. Everyone was either smiling, happy or wasted beyond imagination. But him? Oh no he didn't fall into either of those categories, no he was the man; boy, who stood by the bar and drank his feelings away.

"Thanks," he said with a smile as he turned around to face the crowd once again, and when he did, he wished he didn't.

The sight that greeted him was none to thankful, anger swept through him as he watched her hips sway but what held his attention was the hand that was placed on her hip. That hand that wasn't his that hand that was holding her, caressing her and the body that was crowding her from behind. The sight alone was enough to make his blood boil and he could feel the blood rush through his head. The hand holding his drink clenched even harder and for a minute he was worried that it could shatter in his hand by the pure force of it. He watched in his own fume as she tilt her head back and laughed, the sound of her laughter echoing in the noisy raucous room.