Shut Up and Dance :: A Rikoss Fic

Victims of the Night

:: Ch. 1; Victims of the Night ::

We were two strangers, but it felt like we had known each other for a lifetime. Dancing together just seemed so natural, and my buzzed mind was still trying to figure out how that could be. We were already so intertwined with the music and with each other, and it was absolutely breathtaking.

It was amazing how our bodies and minds knew exactly what the other was going to do next. Our bodies didn't end up being an awkward, tangled mess in the middle of the dance floor. We refused to let ourselves succumb to that. When one person moved, the other followed, and it continued like that for the rest of the night.

I felt like I was on an endless free fall, a dizzying feeling overwhelming my senses. But I did not want it to stop.

My mind was zoned in on the body that was pressed up against mine. He was warm. Our hips brushed against each other every now and then, and I thought that I was going to die. But I was positive I was already in heaven. The beautiful angel right in front of me, with his gorgeous blond locks and his tall, lean body, was a tell-tale sign that confirmed this heavenly aura.

The heavy bass was beating in time with my heart, both pounding loudly in my ears. The alcohol was flowing through our systems, and as the night continued along, our bodies shifted closer and closer until there was threadlike distance between the two of us. Our chests were pressed together and our hips never broke contact. We were glued to one another, and I couldn't pull myself away.

It had been a few hours since we had first encountered each other, and I found myself staring at him. I suddenly had this very strong urge to kiss him right then and there, and so I did. The first time our lips met, I swore I saw fireworks. I don't want to sound too cliché, but fuck it. That kiss was fucking good. It felt different, but it was a good different. Riker's lips were soft yet slightly chapped, and he tasted fruity like the drink I had bought him a half an hour ago. It wasn't perfect. It was quite sloppy, actually, but we were both drunk, so who were we to judge?

More and more kisses were stolen throughout the night as hands roamed each other's bodies in the most intimate way.

Before either of us knew it, midnight began to roll in and a few patrons were already starting to dwindle off the dance floor, sneaking in last minute drinks before taking off for the night.

"Spend the night with me?"

I almost missed what Riker had said because of how low and soft his voice was, but just the way he sounded called for something so intimate and wonderful that I was just craving for his touch. I shuddered. I actually shuddered as I began to imagine how the rest of my night would play out, but one thing I knew for certain was that I couldn't say no.

"Yes...Yes please."

Everything after that was a blur-or rather, everything else around me was a blur because all I paid attention to was the blond angel holding my hand and leading me out of the night club and into the crisp air of Los Angeles at night.

I didn't know how it happened, but we were suddenly at his apartment. Maybe I had dozed off, or maybe I was so immersed in the person sitting right next to me that I hadn't even noticed that we had taken a taxi to West Hollywood.

We stumbled out of the backseat, after Riker managed to pay the driver the right amount of money, and made our way towards his apartment. We were so close to tripping a few times as we climbed a couple of flights of stairs. We had barely reached the top when Riker suddenly grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. I let out a moan, but the sound was soon drowned out by a pair of hot lips pressing against my own.