Re: VIP Area
Luke figured the presence of other woman had something to do with the whole 'wanting what you can't have' thing, where something forbidden became far more appealing than it normally would have been, and he found the situation so surreal that he raised his eyebrows at the gaggle of women before turning his attention back to Wren. There could be dozens of them, all gorgeous and willing to have him, and he'd still only want her.
"And I think I'm not," he countered with a grin. "You're overestimating how difficult it is to be what I'm looking for. She makes it look easy." The alcohol made everything warm and pleasant, but there was only so much he could take, and his good mood was threatened when Wren's little fan club decided to start getting explicit in their bravado. Luke's smile flickered, and his eyes darkened as he turned, towards the male part of their audience, a scowl marring his features. "Watch it," he warned, and despite the slur they were not empty words. "You want to have your little fantasies, fine, but keep them to yourselves." In his jealousy he forgot about his own response, and by the time he managed to turn back it had been lost in his drunken haze. Oh, he wasn't sulking, not at all.
Some of his disgruntled irritation ebbed away when she looked at him, and it was clear in his expression that, despite what the other men might say, they weren't the ones she wanted. This wasn't a magical solution to their problems, but he didn't expect one, and he wanted her too much to even consider pulling away before things could go too far. He blinked when she asked what was stopping him, struggling to separate the literal meaning of sweeping her off her feet as opposed to what she'd meant, which was no easy task when he was sober, never mind drunk. "I don't know," he whispered, and it was one of the first honest things he'd said, a certain clarity evident even in the haze. He shook his head a moment later, even as her hand trailed a path up his chest to his neck. "Nothing. Nothing's stopping me." There was her fear, and the lack of trust, but none of that existed now; he chose to ignore it, at least.
His hands continued upward, regardless of whether or not he was supposed to touch her, and once they reached her thighs he pushed himself upward, pulling her down to meet him simultaneously. "I don't care," he said, voice hoarse. The very thought of not touching her was unbearable. "I don't want to not touch you. Please, don't tell me I can't."