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Introspective: Stronger
Date and Time: 18 February 2008 Evening
Characters: Angelina Johnson, Faith Wright (NPC)
Private/Public: Private
Location: Flash (London)
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult situations, very adult language, sexual innuendo
Summary: Faith forces her sister to abandon her solitude.
Completion: Complete



“No. Faith, seriously. No, I don’t want to be here, damn it!”

“Will you shut your fuckin’ gob? Come on, Angel, you’re acting like a bint!”

“I am NOT!”

“Mopin’ round cause you fucked up? That’s the definition of a bint!”

“Bitch.”

“Love you, too. Now, we’re going!”

Angelina stumbled as Faith Disapparated them on the spot. Her head spun and she smacked the back of her sister’s head for good measure. Throbbing music with a seductive beat bounced through the walls, even as Angelina and Faith stood outside of the popular nightclub. This was not usually Faith’s scene, but Angie loved it. The clientele wasn’t as exclusive as Flint’s Bacchanalia, but it came a close second. Where Flint lacked in sheer raunch, Flash picked up the slack.

Teetering in the heels Prue had nearly shoved onto her feet herself, Angelina had to nearly run to keep up with her sister. “Faith. Give me my wand. Let me go home.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.” Faith glanced at the bouncer, yelling her name over the music. As the beefy guard checked the guest list, Angelina tried to yank her arm out of Faith’s grip. Faith, however, merely tightened her grip.

“You really are freakishly strong,” Angelina mumbled as they were admitted to the nightclub. She tried to make a break for it again, but it was half-hearted. A heady thumpa-thumpa came from the expensive sound system, reverberating in Angelina’s body until she hummed with pleasure.

They made their way to a VIP room, where Faith’s husband waited with the newest artist added to his Muggle-wizard music label. The company recorded and released albums to the Muggle world, but signed quite a few wizards in the process and protected their precious secret.

As Faith tugged Angie into the curtained VIP room, she finally released Angelina’s arm. Before Angelina could swipe her wand and make an escape, her eyes landed on someone she did not recognize.

He sat beside her brother in law, dressed in basketball jersey and a pair of low-slung jeans. Angelina immediately pegged him as American. His skin was light, unmarred by the many jewels most American artists draped all over themselves. In fact, he was unadorned save for the small, interested smirk on his full, luscious mouth. Dark eyes smoldered, even as Angie unconsciously cocked a hip, knowing that gaze was fixed on her white-wrapped form.

“Angel, this is Jonah Mitchell.” Devon introduced. “Jonah, this is my sister in law, Angelina.”

“A pleasure,” Jonah said, extending his hand and standing. His eyes skirted her completely, taking in the tight, white excuse for a dress against her dark skin. Angelina licked her lips, taking his hand. “Devon and Faith just rave about you.”

“Do they?” Angelina murmured, noticing how strong and smooth his hands were. “You’re a musician then?”

“Hip hop, rap, that sort, yeah.” Jonah released her hand. “You’re a healer?”

“You’re a wizard?” Her eyebrows went sky high.

“Yeah,” Jonah replied in his American drawl. “Surprised?”

“I used to live in Los Angeles, of course not.”

Jonah’s eyes went wide. “Johnson? Angelina fucking Johnson? Barstow Bears Chaser? Fuck me running! You flew more distance in one season than the Chaser you replaced did in a career.”

Angelina flushed slightly, clearing her throat and taking her hand from his. “That’d be me, yeah.”

Jonah tucked his tongue into the back of his teeth, looking her over again. “We’ve actually met before. Game against the Finches, I was in the owners’ box. I thought you were hot then, but time’s been damn good to you.”

Angelina smirked. “I don’t remember you, but I’m fully aware of how good I look.”

He turned to Devon. “You’re right, I do like her.”

Faith butted in then, nudging Angelina as a song came pounding through the club. “Angel, why don’t you and Jonah dance so I can molest my husband?”

Angelina shot her sister a mutinous look. It was clear now that she’d been set up. Jonah’s presence merely enticed her to stay out and play, which apparently had been her sister’s goal. But Jonah was so damn sexy. Angelina shrugged one shoulder.

“All right, come on, Yank.”

Jonah grasped her hand as she moved out of the VIP room. Angie glanced at him over her shoulder, but led them both onto the dance floor. She actually hated the song that was playing, but tonight it seemed oddly apt.

They melted into the crowd and Jonah yanked Angelina around to face him. His hand went to her waist, pulling her body flush against him. The hard, masculine body started a tiny, almost unnoticeable fire in Angelina’s belly. She’d felt nothing of the sort since the confession to Harry…and part of her felt as though she were betraying him.

“Whoever he is,” Jonah whispered when he leaned closer. “He isn’t here tonight. I am.”

Angelina looked into Jonah’s dark eyes and scowled slightly. No matter how true his words were, she didn’t need to be reminded that Harry wasn’t with her. In fact, he’d never be caught dead in a place like this. Angelina moved to push Jonah away. He tightened his grip.

“One dance, Angel,” Jonah whispered. “Then you can run back to him.”

Without waiting for her to agree, Jonah’s free hand slipped up her back until he could dip her. Angelina gasped at the sudden movement, then again when Jonah yanked her back up. Their noses almost touched and his hands fell to her arse, cupping her through the thin silk of her dress.

Eyes locked together in a heated, seditious gaze Jonah rocked their bodies, friction starting between them almost immediately. Angelina knew right then, she would end up in bed – or on the nearest flat surface – with this rude American. As though he could read her thoughts, Jonah grinned.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Angelina said nothing, but closed her eyes, letting him lead their close dance, enjoying the feel of a man’s body so intimately against hers with Kanye West blaring out of the speakers.