Re: VIP Area
Thinking beyond tonight was the last thing Luke wanted. His intention had been to live in the moment, to ignore what might be in their uncertain future. Her confusion, mirrored in his own expression, was part of what he wanted to forget, and it seemed not even a hundred bottles of scotch could fully erase the complications between them. Because yes, things were complicated-- impossibly so. He knew that, even now. He also knew, however, that things had never been simple with them, and no amount of complication changed how they felt about one another. Dysfunctional, unhealthy, whatever others might call it... none of that mattered. No one else understood. No one else ever had, really, and Luke had never needed them to.
A quiet groan slipped past his lips when he felt her shudder against him and the pressure of his fingers increased, pressing into skin and fabric alike, and he couldn't have cared less that they still had an audience. God, how he wanted her, and he strained forward like a dog on a leash when she breathed against his lips. "Please," he whispered again, low enough that only she could hear, far beyond the point of caring that she had reduced him to begging. He withdrew his breath in a sharp, near painful hiss when she drew back, fearful for a moment that it was some sort of retreat, but the look she gave him over her shoulder effectively eliminated any doubts he might have had concerning her intentions. The fruity-drink woman moved forward as soon as Wren disappeared into the crowd, flanked by her companions, but Luke slid off the table and shoved past them without so much as a 'sorry'. He didn't need to apologize for not wanting them. It was something he'd learned, perhaps the hard way, but he knew better now, and as he set off in pursuit he left a bevy of whistles and shouts of encouragement at his back.
The music was like a second pulse, mingling with the warm haze of alcohol. When he finally found her, away from the press of unfamiliar bodies and prying eyes, Luke stood still for a long moment, drinking in the sight of her draped against the backdrop of lights. His pace was slow when he moved forward, deliberate, but he wasted no time in claiming her mouth in a kiss once he reached her, drunken desire mixed with a sort of desperate hunger for something he'd spent too much time longing for.