Lonely is the Night (Balthazar One Shot)

Lonley is the Night

I stood outside of the second story motel room. The cool recent stormy air blew my air back away from my face. 'Good Lord, I need some wine...' I thought to myself. I immediately thought of Balthazar when wine came into my thoughts. As rude and sarcastic as he is sometimes, he stole my heart with his gentleman like ways and class.

I sighed enjoying the air brushing across my now flushed face. I almost didn't even notice the caress of my hair until I felt a slight tug. I turned around slowly.

"I heard you wanted wine and here I am," Balthazar said, smugly.

I raised an eyebrow suggestively. "You were listening to my thoughts the whole time weren't you, you cheeky bastard?" I smiled widely.

"Ms. y/l/n, false accusations are not appreciated," he looked at me and winked," as true as they might be."

I snickered. Never a doubt that one of us might die because of sarcasm some day.

"You said you brought wine, break out!" I yelled.

Suddenly, to wine glasses were conjured up between my hands. Along with a couch. I glared at Balthazar, who had taken the wine glasses and proceeded to pour the dark red liquid into the two glasses.

"Balthazar, might I ask why there's a couch in front of my room?"

He gave me a glass and gestured to sit down. "For the show of course."

I almost asked 'what show?' but thunder crackled and a white flash silhouetted my figure from behind. I smiled at Balthazar. "You know me so well, angel."

I plopped down next to him and he sat scooted over so that he could wrap an arm around my shoulders. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks and I started to scratch at my sweatpants.

I sipped my wine with content and scooted closer to Balthazar. I put my feet on the railing, resting them until he said," I wouldn't do that, love."

I didn't even argue. I curled my feet underneath me and took another drink of wine. I felt lips connect with my temple and I smiled.

Another flash of lighting came from the dark clouds and rain started to pour down, hard.

I started to hum 'Lonely Is The Night' by Billy Squier.

"Really? Rock music? I thought you had better taste, y/n."

I looked at him, offended. "Kiss my ass Balthazar!"

"I'm only stating the truth but," he turned towards me, a smoldering look in his eyes," but, the night isn't really lonely is it?"

Before I could even respond with anything, his lips were on mine. Slow and powerful. I set my empty wine glass in the floor and brought my hands up to his face. He ran a hand through my hair and pulled me closer. I pulled away to catch my breath.

I leaned forward so we were only centimeters apart and whispered, "I'm out of wine."