Keep Me On My Toes

Sasha Enzler, 25. To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. ~ Agnes De Mille This is a 1x1 RP blog

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[danny-morgan]

Danny groaned softly when she pulled back, shaking his head. “You’re the worst,” he teased, resting on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair. Keeping his eyes on hers, he let his fingers finish off the buttons she hadn’t gotten to, slowly pulling the shirt off over his shoulders. He tossed it over to the side of the bed, licking his lips. He lifted his thumb to his own lips, licking the pad before he ran it down his chest and then abs, pausing at the waistband of his jeans. 

He took his time with his belt, feeling it turn lose from the loops. Instead of dragging it out any further, Danny pulled his boxers down with his jeans, using the need to move them off under his knees as an excuse to move closer again, lowering his lips to her thighs. Kicking off the remainder of his clothing, Danny looked up at Sasha from under his eyelashes with a grin. His lips moved closer to her core, breath hot on the underwear covering it. “Is this better, princess?”

[sashaenpointe]

“You’re hamming it up like a 70′s pornstar and I’m the worst here?” Granted, she was very much enjoying the performance, (and pondering the full potential of something a little more elaborate for a rainy day), but he still looked a little ridiculous. Less so, though, as he settled in between her knees. All they were really missing was a few more pillows, for that truly fluffy luxury, and some candlelight, as she sunk down even closer towards him and got her fingers into his hair like she’d wanted to since she’d started dancing with whatshisface. “You probably shouldn’t call me that, ‘s the kind of nickname a girl could get used to.”

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[danny-morgan]

Danny’s fingers didn’t have to work too hard to find the cool metal of the zipper, pulling it downward immediately when he did. Dresses were so incredibly complicated, and half the time, he expected women to get their own off if they wanted it bad enough. But Sasha was different, he wasn’t about to leave anything to her that he could do himself. He couldn’t even help the soft laugh that escaped his lips as she found the bed, letting himself fall backward onto it as he looked her up with his teeth sinking into his lip. She was incredibly attractive, he’d known that before he met her, and nothing could’ve convinced him otherwise. Leaning upward, Danny’s hands ran along her thighs as he pressed a few hungry kisses to her skin, pulling her down as he laid back, using gravity to his advantage.

[sashaenpointe]

“I can’t help but notice-” Sasha paused, officially to shift her knees slightly more comfortably around his hips but also to toe off the strap of her dress that had gotten caught on her ankle, “that I’m sitting here in my underwear and you are still fully clothed. So maybe we should fix that? Not that I’m not enjoying the effect, but it’s probably going to get in the way eventually. So go ahead, strip” 

It wasn’t exactly the best thing ever, pulling away and sitting up and lightly unwrapping his hands from her legs so she could settle against the headboard all imperious, but that teasing from earlier and halfhearted jockeying for power was too fucking fun. And it didn’t hurt, either, to drain a little bit of the sexual tension kept those awkward boyfriendy thoughts from getting too loud in her head, the ones bemoaning the fact that they weren’t at his place where she could steal a shirt for breakfast. 

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[danny-morgan]

His eyes adjusted to the darkened room only just before his back hit the door. Danny’s hands started on her waist, only barely staying there before moving in opposite directions. His left one moved lower, moving around her back side so that it rested on her ass as his right one slid up, resting on the side of her neck. Danny’s lips parted, a smile on them as she kissed his collarbone. He knew this would all go better if he let her finish her work, but even then, Danny wanted nothing more than to take control of it all.

[sashaenpointe]

To be totally fair, she’d probably have needed help with her zipper anyway, it was a 10 minute ordeal if she didn’t have an extra set of hands around, so dragging her hand away from the fourth button down to move Danny's to the (ultimately more productive) nape of her neck wasn’t her being lazy or distracted, just efficient. Honest. Somewhere on the floor, muffled by the bag she’d dropped, a phone chimed with the obligatory “you didn’t get kidnapped on the way home, right?” text, and the fact that Sasha had the brainspace to feel a little bad about not answering right away was enough motivation to steer him by his loose hanging lapels towards the bed, because obviously, they weren’t working to their full potential. And so what if she’d coordinated her heels to her underwear to the lipstick that was truly a lost cause, at that point, the only person in the room to see her was exactly the reason she’d done it, and lord only knew he wasn’t gonna give her shit about it.

[danny-morgan]

Cozy Curiosity | Ski Lodge AU

[danny-morgan]

He was close enough now, it wasn’t going to be too much work to rest his cup on the table next to where her previous one had ended and let his hand brush against her leg on its way back to his lap. In fact, when he did it, he almost believed it was an accident himself. “Only a few more days, bummer.” Danny ran his tongue over his lips quickly, trying not too smile too much. “No, we’ve only just gotten here tonight. Speaking of, I’m about to head to our cabin. Would you like me to walk you back on my way?” It was a bit of a stretch, expecting her to trust him when they’d only just met, but he really wanted to spend time with her whenever he could get it, and they both needed to go to bed at some point, right?

[sashaenpointe]

She didn’t jump when he bumped her leg on accident (of course it was an accident), which was an accomplishment Sasha was really kind of stupid proud of even if she didn’t have time to enjoy it because he was talking about cabins and turning in for the night and as much as that was probably smart she couldn’t help but wish they could just stay where they were all night or at least stay somewhere together. Because apparently a few days on her own surrounded by cuteness had just turned her that desperate and needy. “Yeah, that would be nice. I hadn’t even realized how late it was getting, honestly, all the sleeping in and not having to do things has me all.. discombobulated.” It was more painful than it should’ve been, standing and untangling herself where she’d curled into her chair and pulling on the coat she’d shed to brave the cold once more, and Sasha wasn’t interested in examining how much of that was stiffness and how much was just a little voice in her head saying no no stay with the boy laugh with the boy kiss the boooy because the little voice was a ridiculous strumpet.

[danny-morgan]

Cozy Curiosity | Ski Lodge AU

[danny-morgan]

“Well, thank you, I’d really hate that.” Danny’s heart was definitely beating a lot louder and faster than he’d expected it to be, but she was the kind of girl he wouldn’t normally go after. Which really meant that she wasn’t the type of girl he’d normally get. The girls he got read magazines, not books that big with Russian titles. “Doesn’t sound much like the typical vacation read, no. But maybe this won’t be your typical vacation.” He scooted forward in his chair a little, not sure why his body was craving proximity like this. He could chalk it up to the fact that they were two of only a few people still awake at this hour of night, but he’d also be able to blame it on a lot of other things he shouldn’t be noticing, like the way her skin looked so soft and made him wonder what it’d taste like as he kissed it, or worse things. Sitting in this public place, thinking about his tongue and her body, it wasn’t right at all. But Danny was only so strong, and most of his energy was going to keeping himself from blurting all of his thoughts out. “How long are you here for? Please don’t tell me it’s your last night…”

[sashaenpointe]

There was something that felt ridiculous in the way she chewed on her lip, shaking her head slowly like it’d been scripted, “No, I don’t think it’s going to be typical at all.” Sasha hadn’t been imagining the noise the whole time, the chair scraping and chatting that came with people in places, but all she could actually hear was the fireplace in the background and the way every move she made seemed unnaturally louder than it should’ve been, shifting and settling into her chair sounded deafening. Which was probably to do with the fact that everything else had gotten much quieter as she became very aware that there was nobody watching them do anything. At all. That they might decide to do. “A few more days, actually, we got here day before last, and it’s back home at the end of the week. Real life, unfortunately, only goes away for a little while. I can’t imagine you’ve been here long, though, I would’ve-” Sasha quietly cursed her tendency to flush as she realized she really had gone too far to turn back then, “I mean it’s not a big resort, I’m sure I’d have seen you around before now if you’d been here for days already.”

[danny-morgan]

Cozy Curiosity | Ski Lodge AU

[danny-morgan]

“Bloody Oasis,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes before leaning forward and running his index finder around the rim of the mug in his hand. “I’ve heard Wonderwall’s got a reputation here, but you’ve no idea just how miserable it was back home. If I never hear it played it again, it’ll still be too much.” He glanced back over to where he’d left his guitar, remembering for the first time that it was even here. “It’s this song I’ve had in my head for a bit now, but it sort of stalled. Something about this place gave it a breath of fresh air. I sound like a prick when I talk about my music like that, don’t I?” Danny laughed, glancing at the book in her lap before licking his lips. “What’s that about, exactly? All I know is it had Keira Knightly and Jude Law, right? They’re my mates, you know.” Danny winked at her, jokingly poking fun at all the Americans who had asked if he knew famous Brits as soon as they knew he was British.

[sashaenpointe]

“You sound absolutely nothing like a prick, promise. I’d tell you if you did.” It would’ve been awkward if she’d offered to listen to it and tell him for sure, because they’d been talking all of a minute or two, but the impulse was there to bring it up and Sasha had already known she was in too deep but god it was really pitiful. “It’s mostly just sad Russians cheating on each other, honestly. I mean there’s more to it, thematically, but yeah, sad Russians making bad choices. Probably should’ve brought along something fluffier on a vacation, now that I think about it.” Laughing more at herself than anything actually funny, Sasha sipped at her drink to buy a moment, and desperately hoped there wasn’t chocolate all over her face from it because that would be just what she needed.

[danny-morgan]

Cozy Curiosity | Ski Lodge AU

[danny-morgan]

Her eyes were just as beautiful up close as he’d imagined they’d be, and her voice washed over him like a wave of fresh air. Spending as much time as he had watching her, he’d only just realized there’d be a voice and eyes and expressions attached to her pretty hair and toned body. Immediately, his face softened, the creases around his eyes mirroring the smile on his lips. “Good,” he said, struggling for anything else to say at all. As he moved into the chair nearest hers, almost feeling like he was moving too slowly, Danny kept his eyes on her face. The longer he searched for words, though, the more difficult it became. Finally, he let his eyes dive down to the floor, hoping to collect himself. When he looked back up, he felt a soft chuckle escape. “I’m, uh,” he fumbled, clearing his throat. “What are you reading? I’m Danny.” The way he’d said it, so quickly and rushed together, made his cheeks flare up even more with redness. “Sorry,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “We’ll start with the name, yeah? I’m Danny.”

[sashaenpointe]

Normal people weren’t supposed to be swept off their feet at a few endearingly fumbled half sentences, and adults didn’t tuck themselves into uncontrollably smiling blanket-covered balls of nerd talking to probably the most attractive person she’d seen in a while, which was saying something given her friends were all unfairly pretty in their own rights. But gosh he was just dreamy and he had an accent to boot and Sasha was almost positive she’d read this exact exchange in a novel once, except much smoother and less adorable. “Names are good, yeah. I’m Sasha, and it’s very nice to meet you, and I’m reading Anna Karenina.” Reading maybe was a generous term for glancing between pages and people, but it counted, as she plopped the book with a finger marking her place back in her lap after holding it up briefly. For some reason.. “What were you working on? Since we’re asking questions, I mean, it didn’t seem like the usual Wonderwall-fest. Thank god.”

[danny-morgan]

Cozy Curiosity | Ski Lodge AU

[danny-morgan]

He spent the better half of forty-five minutes stealing glances and telling himself she probably had a boyfriend before sense took over and he downed the last part of his drink. If she’s got a boyfriend, he told himself, then the bloke’s an idiot for letting her be down here alone. He shut the notebook and tucked the pen into the spiral edge, resting his guitar on top of it gently before stooping to pick up the empty hot chocolate mug he’d been slowly fighting the urge to chug. Stretching slightly, Danny ran a hand through his hair before he made his way over toward the cafe counter. Pouring two hot chocolates, he found himself with an extra drink and absolutely no way around the obvious way of solving that problem. He headed over to the chair next to the girl, offering the mug to her with a raised eyebrow. “Mind terribly if I join you, love?“

[sashaenpointe]

There wouldn’t have been a point in full on denying herself the nice things in life, and Sasha had always been good at the sort of self discipline that let her have her cake and eat it too. So every five pages, she got to stretch her eyes a little, glance up at guitar guy and figure out if she wanted him to look up and catch her or continue to not notice she was there. It all worked out perfectly until she looked up and he wasn’t actually there anymore. Which solved the hope problem, but left her strangely disappointed considering she didn’t actually talk to him and had instead just been awkwardly staring at him for the last few chapters. Emptying the last cold sip of her drink, Sasha tried, for a moment, to go back to her book, even getting back to her place before a mug of something warm floated in the corner of her eye, attached to Guitar Guy (the capitals seemed appropriate), who was, it seemed, asking to sit with her. And she only blinked absently for a moment before nodding and taking the hot chocolate. “Yeah, absolutely. And thank you, your timing is impeccable, I was just out. So thanks.”

[danny-morgan]

Cozy Curiosity | Ski Lodge AU

When they’d initially booked the trip to the ski lodge in the heart of the mountains in Colorado, Danny wasn’t even sure if it was actually in America. It was perfect, though, getting out of the heart of New York City only a couple days after it seemed to be drowned with tourists, moving to a much more secluded location for some friendly bonding. He’d promised not to make them work too much, letting it be a vacation as it was supposed to be. But that didn’t mean he would leave his guitar at home, not with the opportunity for inspiration to hit.

They’d only just arrived a few hours ago, really, when the boys were all climbing into bed, still on NYC time. Danny, though, was filled with a small electric buzz that drove him to the main lodge shortly after 11 p.m. With his guitar in his lap, a notebook open on the stone fireplace ledge next to him and a pen sitting on top of it, he was only able to do so much people-watching out of the corner of his eye. There seemed to be a good amount of pretty girls floating around. He was already convinced this trip couldn’t end up being anything less than perfect. Glancing up at a little movement, he spotted a new face across the room, a girl with long red hair. In the dimly lit lodge, he could’ve sworn it was almost like fire, and it took him way too long to remember to look away, already feeling a little blush on his cheeks. He took a couple long drinks from his hot chocolate and tried to focus on the notes he’d strung together, but he was really trying to come up with an excuse to go talk to her.

[sashaenpointe]

The whole getaway plan, a few friends hiding out in the mountains far far away from family and jobs and expectations, had lasted exactly as long as Sasha had thought it would. Mason had held out a full day and a half before quietly retiring with his fiance to their cabin, never to be heard from again except the occasional meal, and that had been the longest of any of them. Not that she blamed anyone, if they were happy with vacation romances and pre-honeymoons and alone time, she was happy for them, but it did mean she was stuck amusing herself in a room full of strangers, unable to sleep from the thoughts fluttering just behind her ears that were definitely not anything like jealousy or loneliness.

Even the few minutes outside was enough to send Sasha to the cafe, wrapping her free hand around a mug of cider and curling into a massive armchair with her book to warm back up. Which was the goal. Reading and being warm and the white noise of people chatting softly in the common area. Not getting distracted. The boy across the way wasn’t distracted, he was paying perfect attention to his work and his guitar, and Sasha lost her place letting her mind wander for a minute about the designs covering where his shirt wasn’t, the freckles she was sure she could see in the uneven firelight. Which was not a train of thought she wanted to go down in public with lots of other people with a boy who was probably here with somebody, like everybody else in the damn resort. Book and warm. That was all.

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[danny-morgan]

He couldn’t help but laugh a little, his eyes rolling back playfully. “It’s not a secret sex hotel room, love.” Danny’s hands stayed connected to her body somehow, even as she pulled away from him toward the elevator. “Fletch got sick of having to put one of us up whenever we got into a tiff. Surprisingly, we do that quite a bit these days. Haz will take someone back to ours, Austin and Tom are likely to go to Jenn’s and Lib’s. Trust me, your secret is safe with me.” He winked at her, squeezing her waist before he reached for the button to call the elevator. 

Staying quiet and socially acceptable through the second the doors shut took all of Danny’s energy. He did manage to get the button pushed, though, his hand brushing hers as it fell back at his side. As soon as the lobby was securely out of sight, he turned and flashed her a quick grin. “I love the way you taste on my lips,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips on hers quickly before trailing them down the right side of her neck, pausing to leave slow kisses at random. Resting a hand on either side of the wall above her shoulders, Danny’s breath fell heavy on her skin. He switched sides, letting his face fall deeper as he dipped below her collarbone, his lips pausing as soon as he found her heartbeat. Flashing his eyes up to her face, Danny bit down on his bottom lip as he felt the elevator slowing. He raised his face back to the level of hers and cupped her jaw in one hand, the other staying on the wall. “Hello, love,” he whispered softly, pulling her into a deeper kiss just as the elevator came to a stop.

[sashaenpointe]

It wasn’t actually that much better to be necking in an elevator, they were probably even more likely to scar some total stranger or old person or something than they had been in the lobby, but Sasha wasn’t all that inclined to stop him so much as she was to hope a little in the back of her head that nobody needed to move just then. “That’s exactly,” she paused a moment to kiss him back and bump her shoulder against his wrist, “The kind of thing someone with a secret sex hotel room would say. All of that. But I’ll let you have your delusions, I guess. I’m nice like that.” It was maybe a little bit of a defense mechanism, avoiding the nice bits, the things he liked to say in the heat of the moment that could, to the unaware spectator, be construed as.. boyfriend-y, or something.

With a flourish, Sasha shoved him out of the elevator, hands skimming Danny’s shoulders as she nudged him down the hall to the hotel room he actually knew the location of, and had the key to, because it was getting a little too heated for even the semi-privacy of the tastefully decorated hallways. The room was probably nice, the lobby was pretty, certainly, and Sasha had checked the yelp reviews of the hotel in the bathroom back at the club. Cause line. That being said, she really did have better things to do than worry about the carpet and lighting, namely pinning a boy back against the door she’d only just not slammed behind them and occuping herself in the dip of his collarbone and the buttons of his shirt.

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[danny-morgan]

Just when he’d sworn he was only giving her another five minutes, Danny spotted a familiar shade of red poking into the lobby area. He was seated at the bar, having moved here about ten minutes ago when he was trying to pretend he wasn’t mildly upset that she’d blown him off. Pulling out some cash, he tossed it up onto the bar and picked up the beer in front of him. One quick swig finished it off, and he made his way toward the girl.

“I should’ve known better than to expect anything less from you,” he said with a grin, running his tongue across his bottom lip. “It wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t keep me waiting.” He didn’t even bother looking around, instead closing the gap between the two of them and pressing his lips to hers, his hands pulling her closer. Fighting this feeling was getting harder and harder, which should’ve been a little worrisome for Dan, but all he knew was that she was what he wanted, labels and friends be damned.

[sashaenpointe]

There was something obviously wrong in the way she melted and mushed against his chest, mostly because it didn’t feel wrong at all, except in the part of her brain that was thinking rationally and not quietly simmering in very stupid lust. Sasha’s arms were still sitting where they’d snaked up his shoulders when she pulled away, “We’d be bored out of our minds if I made it too easy, and that would defeat the whole purpose of the sneaking around.” Everyone else in the hotel bar probably assumed they were longtime lovers, the way she ran a hand over his shoulders and the grip he had on her waist certainly led to that conclusion, nobody on a first date or paid encounter would be nearly so intimate so fast.

She could almost believe they were something else entirely herself, if she put her mind to it for a moment. Which was ridiculous.

“You’re sure nobody else is going to want to use- honestly, the label gets you guys a secret sex hotel room and I’m not even that surprised by it, and I don’t know which bit is worse.” Shrugging off her sweater and stepping out of his arms, just enough to bring him half a step with her, Sasha started the slow path to the elevator, “Anyway, you’re sure we won’t be interrupted? Cause that would blow our cover, a bit.”

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[sashaenpointe]

danny-morgan:

Danny rolled his eyes playfully, glancing at her before pulling his wallet out. He slid out his card, laid it on the bar for the bartender to see. While it was out, he also pulled out the business card of a nearby hotel that Fletch had given each of them. They had a standing reservation with the label there, a place for anyone to go anytime they needed it, and tonight it was going to be Danny’s. After his card was run and his tab paid with a generous tip, Danny turned to face the dance floor again. To anyone else, it looked like a simple enough move, his hands sliding along the edge of the bar. Even the most attentive set of eyes might have missed him sliding the card along the bar toward Sasha. “I’ll be in the lobby in an hour. See you there.”

Sasha really didn’t have much of a leg to stand on, shaking her head at his presumptuousness as she slid the card into her dress pocket, hidden as much with her hand as she could. Just in case. “Maybe. We’ll see what other offers I get.”

The sudden space beside her, nice as it was for all of a minute and a half, was filled with five foot something or other of expectant girl, eyes wide with hope that Sasha was all too happy to falsely crush. “He must’ve gone home with that girl from earlier, I guess, he just said something about not spending the night alone and then poof, vanished.” She shrugged, holding back a smirk pretty damn well if she did say so herself, as Libby practically deflated for a moment, and she couldn’t not throw the poor thing a tiny, itty bitty bone, “He said we’d have to dance together, next time we all came out, though. So that’s something.”

“Not if you don’t actually want to dance with him, we’re not doing this just for our own amusement,” the halfhearted glare didn’t phase Lib a bit as she barreled on, “we really think you two’d be good together. You promised to think about it, right?”

She had promised that. And she even did think about it. As she finished her water and danced with the girls and slipped out with a headache to breeze into the very swank hotel Danny’d summoned her to, one hour and ten minutes after he said to be there.

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[sashaenpointe]

danny-morgan:

Hearing her mention going home with other people made Dan forget his cool for a moment, flashing his eyes her way and looking her over once. Turning back to the bartender, taking his drink and sipping from the glass, he cleared his throat. “I don’t like that idea much. If I’m taking anyone home tonight, it’s you. You can’t pretend last time wasn’t at the top of your experiences, I know I wasn’t the only one feeling that.” His lips turned up at the thought of their previous escapade and he raised his eyebrow. “Unless you’d like that gentleman you were dancing with to have a go at it. He seems like a proper bloke, maybe last a whole fifteen minutes.”

Snorting lightly, Sasha shook her head, “You’re being very generous. I’m surprised he lasted as long as we were dancing.” Running a thumb along the edge of her glass, smearing the lipstick mark a little, it drove home the dissonance between what looked like deeply apathetic politeness and what felt like her skin was about to shrink and burst at the same time. “You can feel whatever you wanted to feel, but I’ll keep my thoughts to myself, I think. More fun that way, and besides, if I won’t tell the girls, what makes you think I’ll tell you?” She may not have much of a leg to stand on, she couldn’t have been more obviously into him during their last dalliance, but if he was going to react so much every time she said anything challenging, he couldn’t blame her for keeping the hits coming just to watch the show.

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[sashaenpointe]

danny-morgan:

It was casual enough, sliding in to the chair next to her, his back to the crowded room behind them. He flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink, tapping his fingers along the counter only inches from her arm. “You’ve no clue how bloody hard it is, love. It’s taking everything inside of me to keep myself from putting my hands all over you. Don’t even get me started on what my mouth is wishing for.” His voice was just low enough to be heard over the music, embracing the moment of being alone with her as much as he could right here. “If they weren’t so damn certain they were right, if I weren’t so stubborn, I’d have my way with you right here and now.”

“Spite and public decency laws, they really do ruin everything, don’t they?” Sasha did try to keep from looking too studied, too much like she was maintaining just enough distance to stay casual. They were already suspicious, after all, the whole lot of them, any excuse to say she was avoiding giving in and giving up her impassioned rants on how she was perfectly happy single, she didn’t need or want a gentleman friend for the sake of having one, would be enough to ensure she’d never hear the end of it. “If we were being smart, we’d drive the point home and go home with other people. Not that I’m suggesting it. But it would definitely get everyone off our backs.” She paused, “Or at least, for a few days. They’re determined.”

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[sashaenpointe]

danny-morgan:

If he’d been paying more attention, Danny might’ve noticed the girl he was dancing with couldn’t have been more than eighteen by far. But he also wasn’t entirely concerned with anything about her, just the fact that she hadn’t yet noticed his eyes locked on Sasha. His jaw would be throbbing later if he kept up the extreme tension that was locked into it right now, but all he wanted was to crash his lips on hers.

Danny peeled his eyes away from her long enough to scan the walls of the club, locating the bathrooms as best he could. Flashing his eyes back to Sasha, he gave her a smile and excused himself from the girl he was dancing with, explaining he had to break away for a quick trip to the bathroom before he headed in that direction, passing right by Sasha as he went. He let his hand reach out and brush against the back of hers, his eyes forward as he did. Maybe, just maybe, he’d get a moment alone with her to clarify just what he was hoping for later on.

Who knows how long practically dry humping her dance partner, and a touch she could’ve just as easily imagined as felt was what sent Sasha’s stomach jumping in four different directions. If she wasn’t so annoyed by the fact, she’d have congratulated the whole pack of would-be matchmakers on their perception, but as it was, she just twisted and contorted to keep her eyes on the back of his head, watching for a moment’s hesitation, a backwards glance, and reading too much into the fact that there was none.

The song ended, or didn’t end so much as transitioned into something slower, something she was much less interested in bothering with, and Sasha begged off another dance to retreat to the bar and a glass of water that, she was sure, would do nothing to calm her nerves. There would’ve been some poetry in the guy she abandoned ending up with the girl Danny had left stranded in the middle of the floor, and it was amusing enough to think about as she scanned the room looking for him.

Assuming he came back out and was looking for her, and she wasn’t completely misinterpreting the whole smoldering-eye-contact-and-sexual-tension thing. Which she should probably be able to safely assume, but the problem with the lack of labels and total inability to say anything out loud without someone jumping on it as “proof” they were meant to be was it made things hard to clarify. But there he was, on the edges of the dance floor a ways off, and she hoped there was something of a challenge and an invitation all at once in the upwards tilt of her chin and the conspicuously empty seat beside her at the far end of the bar.

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

[sashaenpointe]

danny-morgan:

If he wasn’t a couple drinks in and entirely too hotheaded for his own good, Danny might’ve seen the way Sasha was dropping hints that it was all for his jealous. Instead, he was wrapped up in how badly he didn’t enjoy her flirting with someone else like that. Thankfully, Libby started his way, the familiar face breaking his gaze away from Sasha. “You look a little upset, Dan,” she teased, poking him in the chest as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“As if,” he replied, laughing it off. “I’m just gutted that Aus beat me to you, that’s all.” He winked at the girl, setting his now-empty drink on the table nearest him before reaching out and rubbing her cheek. They’d always had this sort of relationship, winding all the way back to when she first met him and he saw just how in love his best mate was. 

“Well, that blonde over there’s not too bad, you know? If you’re looking for a distraction.” She placed a quick kiss on his cheek before pushing him off toward the other girl, not even giving him an opportunity to argue. She wasn’t horrible, really, but he wasn’t exactly looking forward to having to dance with her as she led him out onto the dance floor. It was a little bit nicer once she picked a spot fairly close to where Sasha had ended up, making the corners of his mouth turn up every so slightly. Catching Sasha’s eye, he slid his hands onto the blonde in front of him and gave her a slight head tilt to the side, reminding her that two could play this game.

Well that was completely uncalled for.

Sasha’s face wasn’t visible to the guy she was dancing with (Chad or Charles or something, she hadn’t been paying attention), but it had to be obvious to everyone else who bothered to look that she was glowering at some strange blonde who really, if she was being logical, was hardly involved at all. Honestly, it was all Danny’s fault she was even annoyed at the poor girl. So really, she should just cut out the middleman and be annoyed directly at him.

Even if there wasn’t much room for her to do that without looking like a hypocrite. Whatever, it was different. She’d been pursued, he’d asked this other girl to dance.

Tucking herself a little tighter against Chris, Sasha moved her hands just a little lower, a little higher into his hair, and did her level best to give every indication that she couldn’t be happier to be right where she was. Except for the bit where she was staring at another man like he was an oasis in a desert. It wasn’t like Chuck could tell, obviously, happy as he seemed to be about the attention,  and- she couldn’t stop a smirk at the feel of lips at her ear- interested in taking their little duet somewhere more comfortable.

She almost stopped, pulled away, Libby was looking and therefore, even if she couldn’t see him, so was Austin, and it would’ve driven the point home perfectly. But Danny was watching too, and it almost felt like taking the game too far, pushing things in a direction it wouldn’t be able to come back from. So she managed to get him to understand her “later” and turned in his arms so she could face Danny properly. It was a damn good dress, someone should appreciate it the way she wanted it to be appreciated.

[danny-morgan]

burning up the night like a cigarette //  stubborn (AF) au

“Mates,” Danny said, resting his head on the headrest of the cab they’d gotten. “You’ve got to stop with that. Sash is alright, yeah, but we’re not a thing.” His roommates/best friends/band mates had decided ages ago that the redhead friend of their girls’ was Danny’s type. More than that, the girls would spend hours trying to talk him into taking her out on a date. It was annoying at first, back before he’d met her.

They’d both joked about how their friends pushed it, but Danny found himself enjoying the time he spent with her more than he’d intended to. The first time he’d gotten her completely along, friends all out on the dance floor while he found her at the bar, he’d leaned into her shoulder and mentioned she should let him walk her back to hers after. From the club to the apartment after, the girls and guys had all been watching him like a hawk. Couples disappeared to their rooms, leaving Danny with Sasha. Sometime around three a.m. on a Saturday morning, hours before the sun came up, Danny found himself kissing her against her apartment door.

What started with a kiss (or maybe more than just a kiss) quickly took over his mind. Which was why, exactly forty-three minutes after he’d specifically explained that his friends should stop suggesting he date her, he found himself holding a drink at the bar with his eyes locked on the redhead across the room, some guy leaning in closer than he liked.

[sashaenpointe]

The ribbing and nudging had started somewhere between the curler warming up and the first coat of lipstick, and Sasha had blithely and completely ignored any mention of her dating or sleeping with or even flirting with Danny. Which was impressive, since every such mention brought up a different and sorta fantastic memory of the last time they’d all hung out and she’d insisted she wasn’t interested in some ridiculous overgroomed playboy rockstar. And then ended up with a hickey the size of Manhattan in the dip of her throat and enough dirty memories to make her wonder if a repeat performance was such a bad idea.

Libby had given in easily enough, or at least had decided to back off and take Jenn with her for the night, by the time they actually got to to the club they’d picked. It was enough to make a girl optimistic, really, that they’d maybe dropped the line for good, and she could decide in some peace what she wanted to do about the fact that yeah, she wanted to see him again almost enough to let everyone win. Almost.

But then she’d let her guard down, and some very attractive stock broker type, reeking of daddy’s connections and too much cologne, was just a little too close to be friendly and ordering them another round from the bartender. She at least had the grace to look sympathetic, and like she’d refuse in a heartbeat at the slightest hint of discomfort. Sasha almost took that opportunity, too, to powder her nose or something, but Libby was looking at her curiously and she could feel Danny glaring from halfway across the room and leaning in just a little more couldn’t hurt, drive the point home that she wasn’t interested in setups, thank you.

And it was fun. Making eye contact and making very sure he knew she was fluttering and flirting just to mess with him was fun. Hopefully even more fun after the fact.

(She really did need to figure out what the escape plan would be for later, Danny walking her home wouldn’t work, it’d just encourage them. Maybe they could stagger their leaving so it would look like they weren’t connected.)

Taking advantage of the fact that Doucheface was getting handsy, Sasha pulled his wrist away from the hem of her skirt and left her untouched drink on the bar, dragging him back towards the dance floor with another, blisteringly explicit, glance back towards Danny. It was just too much fun.