perfection // gerz

'Run Away With Me, Any Time You Want'~

They decide to go to a club a little further away from where Gerard's students usually sneakily hang out, since it would be better, on both ends, if their paths didn't cross tonight.

Both of them are dressed to impress, and they can tell that they're going to have one hell of a night. The alcohol flows freely into their systems, which loosens them up, making their bodies move more freely too. They dance way too close to each other to be decent for public, but they are definitely not alone in that regard.

They are having a blast, and Lindsey has almost forgotten that she'd had a shitty day.

"I have to go to the ladies'," Lindsey says after a while, the drinks finally taking their toll on her bladder.

Gerard offers to join her in there, to which she rolls her eyes, giving him a quick kiss before she heads in the direction of the ladies' room.

Instead, Gerard decides to get them some more drinks while she's gone. As he's waiting for his order, he notices a girl out on the dance floor who looks strangely familiar. Squinting a bit, trying to place her in his mind, he notices with a bang that it's one of his students, Christine.

"Hey," Lindsey comes up to his side at the bar. "Miss me?"

"You know it," he grins, kissing her quickly.

"Who were you looking at earlier?"

"Oh," Gerard says, nodding his head in Christine's direction, where she's surrounded by who he assumes are some of her friends. "See that girl there? The one with the purple top?"

"Ooooh," Lindsey grins. "Yeah?"

"She's one of my students," Gerard informs her, somewhat amused by the way her face immediately falls (whether in disappointment, he wouldn't know, and it's moot anyway).

"No way," she frowns. "There is no way she's a minor."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, babe," Gerard smirks.

"Fuck you," Lindsey retorts weakly, cheeks tinted a little pink.

"Now that we are allowed to do," Gerard promises, earning a shove to his shoulder.

"Should we just get out of here?" Lindsey asks, reluctance to do so clearly evident in her voice.

"Nah. Let's just ignore her, and hope she doesn't notice us."

"Yeah," Lindsey nods, allowing her eyes to roam about the people crowding the club.

"And if you find someone you like..." Gerard winks at her.

"Are you sure?"

"Well," Gerard bites his lip.

It is kind of a pretty big deal, but he is willing to try it again, if his wife wants to. They had tried it once before, when they were both extremely curious. That night will forever be etched into both their minds as a disaster, though.

The guy they had picked up that time was very intense, and it became clear pretty quickly that he was more into the idea of getting it on with Gerard, than he was Lindsey. Gerard, being mostly set in his heterosexuality, wasn't as into the idea, and kept trying to keep Lindsey firmly involved in the party. The guy had caught on to what Gerard was attempting to achieve, and had shifted his attention onto Lindsey. It had gone smoothly for a while after that, but then the guy took his turn fucking Lindsey, finished himself off, got up and left. Just like that.

Right then and there, Lindsey and Gerard had decided that they weren't going to try picking guys up anymore. He had felt guilty about it, since he was convinced that things would have gone a lot better if he had been a little more into men; and Lindsey felt guilty, and like she had tried to 'force a man on Gerard'. In the end, though, they had conceded that it probably just wasn't something that they were meant to do, that it just wasn't their thing. They did also decide, though, that if they ever felt like trying something like that again, that another woman might be a much safer option.

"Yeah," Gerard smiles reassuringly. "I'm sure."

Lindsey scopes the club again, her eyes landing on a pretty brunette, nursing a drink at the other end of the bar.

"What about her," she grins.

"Mmmm," Gerard hums. "I like her. Nice pick, babe."

"I know, right," Lindsey smirks. "I'm going in," she says. "I'll get her nice and comfortable, then you swoop in, charming her panties off. Sound good?"

"Sounds so good," Gerard agrees.

Gerard watches as his wife goes off to go pick their one night stand up, and is (not for the first time) overcome by how graceful, beautiful and confident she is. He watches intently as she engages the woman in a conversation, pleased to witness the both of them smiling, knowing that it means that his wife was successful in luring her in. He easily picks up on her flirting, knowing exactly what to look for, and it comes as no surprise to him when she meets his eye across the distance between them, silently beckoning.

With a smirk firmly set on his face, he confidently strides over to them, dialling his charm on as he goes.

"Hey," Gerard speaks seductively, voice velvety and alluring. "Can I interest you ladies in another round of drinks?"

Lindsey makes a point of taking Gerard's hand in hers.

"This is Bianca," Lindsey grins, placing a hand high up on the woman's thigh.

"Gerard," he grins, holding his hand out to Bianca. Instead of shaking it, though, he brings it to his lips lightly. "Delighted."

"Likewise," Bianca smiles. "And they mix a pretty good Illusion around here."

"That sounds perfect," Lindsey smirks. "And I believe a round of Pillow Talk would complement that quite nicely," she winks.

Bianca seems to catch on to what's happening pretty quickly, but it doesn't seem to bother her. If anything, she seems quite drawn to the idea.

Lindsey bites her lip, excited that what started out as a very horrible day could potentially turn into one of the best nights she's had in a while.