Van Der Linde Savior (Red Dead Redemption 2)

City Lights

(If you can listen to the music and read I would suggest to do so. If not, at least listen to it before as it sets the tone... this chapter will contain drug use).

The party was absolutely roaring, everyone drunken, many dancing in a way entirely inappropriate for the day and age. Again, Celina had found herself in Josiah's arms after a few more drinks, the two of them swaying to the music. Everything she had told him about needing to slow down had been carelessly tossed out the window upon her fourth serving of the party's drinks. Josiah was just about in an equal state as her, his hat having been lost amongst the crowd.

Celina stared up into his green orbs, fingers once again having woven themselves into his dark brown hair. Trelawny looked more confused than Celina had ever seen the man, "Weren't we just saying?"

Celina pushed a finger against his lips gently to hush him, "I believe we were just saying," her eyes twinkled, "That we were going to enjoy this night."

Josiah opened his mouth to say something else, to point something out that would supposedly ruin the moment. He couldn't though, not before the woman rose to her tip toes and met his lips with hers. Trelawny's arms tightened around her slender body as her fingers tugged lightly on his hair. Soon, they were back to how they had been before, the kisses quickly turning open mouthed and hungry.

Celina moaned around his tongue as it slid into her mouth as if it had a rightful place there. She twisted hers with his, sucking on his tongue before pulling away with small gasp for air. She kept her gaze locked with his before their mouths met again. Josiah spun them around so that Celina's back was against the wall of the mansion. One may have thought that the two of them stood out amongst the crowd but by that point in the night, they did not. Many couples were found to be caught up in the same type of interactions as they.

He lowered his face to the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking and nipping as he held her pinned against the wall, making her squirm against him. She panted in pleasure, "Trelawny," her right hand came up to grasp the back of his neck.

His hand grabbed a fist full of her own hair, pulling it and making her expose her neck to him. She shivered with want, with need as he dragged his tongue across her sensitive throat and hummed lowly to himself, "It does seem, my dear," he stepped away from her, "That maybe you don't want to slow down at all."

Celina swallowed, a bit upset with the loss of contact with the man, "I suppose I wasn't thinking right."

Trelawny smiled kindly at her, "Or maybe the nights events have managed to change your mind, my dear. Perhaps the champagne has altered your judgement."

She reached out for him but he stepped back again, not letting her touch him, "Or maybe I just changed my mind. Perhaps my thinking is now clearer."

Josiah hesitated, "I think we should wait until morning, dear girl, see if you still feel the same then-"

If he was going to say anything more, he didn't get the chance as Celina stepped forward quickly and before he could react, crashed her lips back into his. It was at that very moment that they both knew there would be no going back. No matter how hard they could say they tried to stop, they couldn't. No matter how hard they could try to act like what had happened between them, hadn't, they couldn't.

Trelawny with a wanting groan, pushed her back against the wall, evading her mouth with his tongue. There would be no going back. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. He lifted her against the wall with more strength than he looked to possess and that time found himself tipping his head back with a moan as her mouth nipped and sucked along his jaw line, licking here and there in such a irresistibly enticing way.