It was like everyone else had sunken into the floor–– he was centered; attention was gathered, eyes filing their own umber warmth against her bare exposed skin. They dragged over her chest, head sinking down further towards her neck as her hand elicited friction against his nape. His mouth was parted, the tip of his tongue dragging out over his bottom lip, a curl out of his longe blonde hair resting gently against his forehead. With her permission, his large hand tightened around her breast, her own on top, he could nearly feel the beating of her heart, though it could’ve very well had just have been the music. Fingers tightened, dilated eyes avidious, but relaxed in their own calm. He could’ve sworn he’d had a fever dream about those tits. Over the weeks their lines had interlaced and danced further away, no promise of return, he could’ve recognized her just by her frame alone. ‘Dakota’. Hand accentuated, the back of his palm, inscribed with sharp lines and veins relaxed, “Close–” His smirk widened, amused, dimple appearing, the corner of his mouth finding the area of her neck, just below her lobe, “It’s Eli,” His neck began to contort, twisting as the corner of his mouth dragged against her jaw, eyes binding to her lips. He wanted her attention, and with her head turned near him he leaned his head, over her shoulder, mouth now hovering against her own, his next words came out smooth; calm and fateful, “What do I have to do to get you alone?”
there are many times that dakota lets herself get consumed ── it is just her and the opposite in the room and nothing else matters, everything else is just a group of fleeting, fading light amongst a shining light she’s drawn towards ── much like that of a moth that ends up lifeless once drawn too close. it is explicit, the way the pair move against each other too easily, performing unholy acts in even the most innocent of dancing ── sometimes chemistry is far too undeniable. he had been a thought, a face in the back of her mind, something she couldn’t quite grasp but that she couldn’t shake from her memory, eliciting daydreams and dirty thoughts, altogether. “eli,” she repeated to herself, as blue eyes fluttered close, teeth bit down against her tender bottom lip, hands grasping tighter at the skin of his neck as their hips contorted together to the beat of the music. ‘what do i have to do to get you alone?’ it was all he had to say for her eyes to open, tongue flicking out to wet at the pink of her lip that was redder, indented slightly with the friction of her front teeth. “just promise you’ll live up to the name,” she breathed back smoothly, crowded bodies enclosing them in, free to act shamelessly, before she met his lips halfway, openly: it was a quick exchange of give and take, open-mouthed, breathy, needy, full of desire. her heart rate had quickened and the adrenaline that pumped through her veins to the echo of the dj’s playlist had her hand dropping from his neck towards her breast, clutching onto it once more before lowering it between her legs, allowing his fingers, slender, long, to brush against the front fabric of the dampening lace of her panties ── just a moment’s touch and a small tease. “can’t you see how much you excite me?”