The Moon's Embrace

Two

Surprisingly, Malia wasn't having the worst time.  She was currently out on the dance floor with Jenna, the few shots of vodka giving her courage to dance in front of people, and having fun.  It was packed and kind of muggy, but she didn't mind being squeezed in between everyone, it allowed her to forget her worries and just let loose.  She couldn't remember the last time that she had been out to really any club or public place and had fun.  Jenna had stayed true to her word and stuck by her side the entire time, so far blowing off all the men that had approached her.

Malia closed her eyes and let the music move her body, flipping her hair occasionally, and just moving to the beat. 

She smelled the intoxicated owner of the arm that was suddenly on her waist before he gripped her tight and pulled her against his chest, grinding into her backside.  Her eyes flew open and looked to Jenna for help, unfortunately Jenna had someone also hanging off her, but she didn't look like she minded it.  

'I'm ok, this is ok, this is normal' Malia thought to herself as she tried to relax her suddenly stiff body.  People did this kind of thing all the time, it was just dancing, it wasn't like he was doing anything inappropriate.  That was until the hand that was on her waist started to move up to cup her breast. She instantly pushed the hand away and tried to move out of his grasp, only to have him hold on tighter. 

"Please let go of me" Malia said loudly trying to pull his arm off of her again. The offending arm barely moved an inch, and it's owner snuggled into her neck, Malia almost puked on the spot.

Maybe he hadn't heard her, it was really loud in here.  She did her best to turn around in his arms finally succeeding on the third try.  Unfortunately, the drunk bozo thought this meant that she was turning around to kiss him and he tried to advance on her again.  Malia instantly pulled outside of the reach of his mouth and put her hands on his chest to try and push him away. 

"Come on baby, I know you want me" He slurred at her, his breath reeking of alcohol. 

"Get off me!" Malia said right to his face and pushed at his chest. Stupid jerk felt like he was made of brick, he didn't move an inch.

"Are you seriously trying to push me away? I'm doing you a favor, have you seen what you look like? You would be lucky to spend the night with me" He finished with a sneer pulling her impossibly closer. 

"Get the fuck off of me!" Malia practically screamed in his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.  How dare he say that to her! 

"Listen here you little bitch, I offered to show you a nice time.  Now you better pucker up or-" He started angrily at her.

"I believe the lady told you to get your hands off of her" Another voice boomed behind her.  This one, while ungodly scary was so sexy it caused a shiver to run down her spine. 

This finally got the attention of the drunkard refusing to let Malia go. "Fuck off man! I was here first.  She doesn't know what she is saying, now do you baby"

"Get off of me!" Malia tried pushing on his chest again to no avail. 

"If you don't get your disgusting hands off of her right this minute they will no longer be attached to your body" Mystery Man seethed behind her, coming up and pressing his chest to her back, sending another delicious shiver to run through her. 

Malia didn't know how it happened, but all of sudden she was free and her captor was on the floor face down.  She was whipped around so fast she almost got whip lash.  But as her eyes traveled up the enormous wall this guy called a chest her eyes met with a honey colored pair.  He was beautiful, she knew that wasn't what you would call a man, but she didn't have words to describe how good looking he was.  His eyes were filled with worry and his brows were scrunched together as he peered down at her.