~ BOOK 2 of Levels of Love ~
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It walks through the crowd below with an easy, almost arrogant, stride, beanie pulled low over its forehead. But not low enough to hide its piercing, cold eyes. I don't know why but my breathing sudd...
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Just... stop. Can you tell something's about to happen? My image choices make me predictable. -.-
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P.S. This is a delayed sexual warning but still a WARNING - things are going to happen. :)
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As I suspected, within seconds of entering the club Meli is tangled up in some sweaty guy, pulling me along between the bar and dancefloor.
"Come on Meli", I say swatting away another groping pair of hands, "Lets just go get some air for a second. And remember to breath between sips, that's alcohol not water."
Meli laughs hysterically and kisses me wetly on the cheek, "Gosh I love you, CeCe!"
"Great", I swipe away the smear of lipstick, trying not to mess up my own makeup. Despite Meli's loose behaviour it is kind of fun, the music pumping and all these people just dancing together. I dance a bit but between keeping an eye on Meli and for any roaming hands, which my tiny top, seems to invite it doesn't feel like dancing and more like training. I've just got to be carefully not to stab one of these guys in the heart.
"Another of those colourful ones, please!" Meli grins at the bartender, leaning over way too far.
"Meli", I sigh and straighten her up so everyone doesn't have a clear view of her cleavage. "Come on."
"We're meant to be having fun", Meli pouts, "We've both lived pretty shitty lives, let's be serious. Fighting all the time? Being told who we can marry and who we can't? That old lady who always tells us what to do? She must be having troubles sleeping right now knowing where we are and what we're up to. Come on. We've gotta take control sometime."
I frown, "But you're the leader in the 'kill Daemon Prince' movement."
Meli leans in so close her lips brush mine as she whispers, "That's before I remembered who much I love Jakob. But that's not going to happen this lifetime is it?"
"Your drinks, ladies?" the bartender slides two bright purple drinks our way.
But I'm frozen in shock; Meli remembers something? Or is it just the alcohol speaking?
"See you around", she taps her glass against mine before sashaying back into the crowd.
I watch her until she becomes nothing but a dot of colour before turning back to my drink and eyeing it. Meli's words ring in my ears, 'We've gotta take control sometime.' With a defeated sigh I down the surprisingly sweet drink before ordering, and drinking, another two. By that point I really need the bathroom and a rest from all the prying eyes. Getting to the front of the queue is just a matter of mind tricking everyone into thinking I'm first and once I'm done I stare into the smudgy mirror for so long everything starts to swim. My hair is free and curled into loose ringlets, my entire face looks more sleek and angular under Meli's makeup. The tiny blue top has spaghetti straps and a lace bottom leaving my shoulders, arms and torso completely bare but shimmering with some weird body glitter Meli also found at the shops today. Then I'm wearing the tightest pair of black pants that was possibly ever made and some high heeled sandals. I really do look hot. Waving at my reflection I watch as the blue of my nail polish melds and floats making weird shapes. Gosh, those drinks must have been strong. I should probably find Meli, I'm much more ready to be a wing woman now that I'm off my face and know about her and Jakob. But once I step out of the bathroom and spot a familiar figure in the crowd my plans change completely.
Jakob who?
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"What are you doing here?" I gasp grabbing Hanbin's arm and pulling him to a stop just short of the bar.
He turns around and looks me over, eyes obviously drinking in my appearance and lack of clothing while I can't help but do the same to him. He looks incredible; hair raked back from his face, dark shirt over what looks like two longer white ones and a black jacket thrown on top. His pants seem to be made from the same material as mine but looser and all crinkled above his large boots.
"What are you doing?" I repeat shakily. Does his appearance really have such a big effect on me?
He leans closer, body moving confidently as he whispers in my ear, "Someone I love told me they never want to see me again. You?"
I let go of him and take a step back, putting some much needed space between us as my head continues to spin a bit.
"I've been told to take control of my life", I say, "But now I've drunk some purple stuff and us both being here won't end well."
"Why?" Hanbin asks but his eyes are already looking sadder. Cocky, self-assured air weakening slightly.
"Because I want you so bad", I shrug, "It's hard enough to stay away from you when I'm sane but I'm pretty much gone."
"Are we using that as our excuse this time?" Hanbin moves in quickly, slipping his cold hands around my waist.
The feeling of him touching my bare skin makes me weak and hungry. Without replying to his question or giving any warning I grab his face tightly and kiss him with everything I have. Everything I want to have. I can taste the alcohol on his lips but instead of being cautious it only makes me more excited. Neither of us are thinking clearly. Anything goes. Pushing my fingers through his soft hair is enough to make me sigh without Hanbin trailing a line of kisses down my neck. Using my grip on his hair I pull him closer gasping as he nips at my skin before running his warm tongue back up my throat and sucking gently on my earlobe.
"Oh shit", I groan as my entire body aches painfully with desire. "S-stop. Oh God."
Hanbin trails his lips back to mine, kissing my softly before asking, "Is it too much?"
His mouth is still on mine and I don't think it can ever be too much, my lips part slightly but I don't know what I want to say. I feel his own lips twist into a coy smile as he runs his tongue around the edges of the gap I've made.
"What about now?" His hands are all over my bare torso and arms, threading their way through my hair as I pull uselessly at the edges of his jacket.
We kiss for a few more moments before I finally gain enough control over my arms to shove him away.
"You have an unfair advantage", I huff my explanation as I try to breathe steadily.
"How?" Hanbin smirks challengingly, his blue eye flashing as the passion in both of them is all too apparent.
"You've got a hundred shirts on", I pluck at the top layer.
"You should have just said", Hanbin pulls me back against himself but this time with one arm. The other hand lifts his shirts so a sliver of his perfect abs is revealed. I waste no time slipping my hands under and running them along his burning skin watching in satisfaction as his eyes flutter closed and a low murmur slips from his lips.
"What?" I press my forehead against his, "Is this too much?" I bite his bottom lip softly, tugging at it as my fingers curl into the waistband of his pants and pull him tighter against myself.
The groan that leaves his lips is almost animal and vibrates through my throbbing body. He cups my face in his hands and our lips crash back together with a force I'm sure human bodies couldn't withstand.
