Predator. Prey.

One Shot: PlayTime

One Shot #11

Time since chemical wedding: 19 days

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and some violence 

The golden nightclub's walls sparkled all around me as I made my way to the back room, where I knew J was waiting for me.

Red and black diamonds adorned the top of my dress as I swayed my hips, eagerly awaiting his eyes to meet mine. The lights and flashing strobes were blinding as the music pounded in my ears. Rose gold champagne sloshed around everyones' gold rimmed glasses, and tanned skin and chiseled faces all blurred together in a beautiful mess. With my tongue in my cheek, I held back a laugh as I soaked in the beauty of it all.

The beauty is in the madness.

Blowing a bubble with my minty gum, I approach the tall golden door, where Frost is waiting for me, swinging open the handle without a word.

"Thanks, Frosty."

I smile at him, knowing full and well that he won't even acknowledge me.

J likes him because he knows better than to touch his property.

I take quick strides inside, marveling at the golden booth where he sits, his back facing me. My grin is uncontrollable as I nearly skip over to the table, passing through a wall of golden beads that always sound like a forgotten melody when they collide with each other.

"Sit."

His voice is distant and aloof: not what I was expecting. He gestured to the seat across from him, his hands tatted and pale. My eyebrows furrowed in determination: I wanted to see a smile on his face.

Making my way over to his side of the table, I pounce on him, straddling his lap as I cup his head in my hands, biting the air just in front of his nose as I imitate his growl, desperately seeking a laugh. I pout my lips as I sway side to side on his lap,

"Is this seat taken?"

With an enraged intensity, he shoves me off of him, breathing slowly as I fall to the floor in a confused heap. His voice is loud and demanding,

"Not now, Harls. I'm waiting on a gent to come give me some information on the Bat."

I could almost feel his eyes as they roll in annoyance when I stand up, huffing in frustration. I twirl my hair in my fingers, smacking the gum in my mouth as I stare at him through batted lashes,

"But I'm bored, I want you to play with me."

I hop onto the booth, sitting with my legs dangling off the sides on either side of his hips. He eyes me with anger and amusement emanating from his blue orbs.

"Daddy's busy, baby. Go away."

The bass from the music outside was reverberating through the back room as I bite my lip, playfulness lacing my voice,

"Fine. I guess I'll play by myself."

His eyes widen, but I can tell he's fighting the urge in him to act interested. His eyes dart away, staring into space as I notice the grip on his cane tightens. I slowly lay down, my back against the rest of the booth as I spread my legs, giving him a full view of everything he owns. I hear his breathing intensify when I hike up my dress, letting my green and purple laced thong be in full site. My voice is lower, and my accent is stronger than ever,

"It's just not as fun when I don't have anyone to share my toys with."

I hear his heart pounding through his chest as I giggle to myself, whispering with a voice dripping in innocent sin,