It was Friday night. Iris had survived the first week back of the new year and new semester. She'd privately messaged her neighbor - Michelle - on Go Heureux! (the neighborhood message board) on her lunch break from a computer in the school library, to see if she'd want to go out. After getting home around 5 - she'd been on detention duty tonight - Iris made herself a quick dinner salad and washed it down with a couple of glasses of champagne. Around 8, she was changed into a particularly fun party dress (it was silver! Perfect for winter!) and a bulky warm coat, and she made her buzzy way over to next door.
Kwame answered the door with their daughter in his arms, a kiss on the cheek in greeting. "Thank you for giving her to me for the night," Iris joked with a wink, "I promise we'll be safe." He just chuckled and said he knew they always were.
"Miche!" He called up the stairs. Gods, he was a handsome one. It always disarmed Iris, and she was partly convinced it couldn't be all human with that natural charm and perfect smile, right? But he was. Humans never failed to surprised her. She waited in the living room for her friend, making faces at the toddler in the meantime. She needed tonight, and hoped Michelle was up for a hell of a party, because it was the year 2000 and Iris was ready for it.
When the message from Iris had come through, coincidently at a time when she was actually on the computer and looking something up for her sister, Miche had jumped at the chance to go out, especially since Kwame had worked an earlier shift and was going to be home earlier than normal. A part of her was thrilled that he was so okay with her going out without him, with him staying home with Madison while she partied it up with another gorgeous redhead.
When Kwame called up the stairs to her, she clasped her necklace behind her neck then hurried down the stairs, a pair of clunky strappy heels looped around a finger and her tiny, stripy dress flirting with the tops of her thighs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she quickly slid the shoes on, leaned up to give her husband a kiss before brushing a hand over her daughter's head.
"You be good for daddy, okay Princess?" she gently and teasingly coached their little girl. Looking back at Kwame, her expression turned impish. "Don't feel like you have to wait up." Though just what she meant by that would remain unsaid.
Turning toward her friend, her smile widened. "Ready when you are, Iris!" They were sure to have a blast, and she couldn't wait.
Madison nodded enthusiastically at Michelle's adorable instructions and Iris giggled. They were the picture of domesticity. It was beautiful, if that was your thing. "Or do, if you want to enjoy an after party with your wife..." Iris said with a playful smirk, her voice low but clearly joking with the couple.
"Oh thank the gods, I am!" Iris gave an exaggerated eye roll. "I survived the first week back, which calls for celebrating. Thanks again, Hubby!" She shouted over her shoulder to Kwame, who just laughed at the Fae's antics and closed the door behind them, as she had looped her arm into Michelle's and dragged the other woman with her. There was a cab waiting at the sidewalk for them already, "I called ahead, hope that's okay? I figured we'd stop for a couple of drinks at that cute little fusion place next to the Canfin, and then off to the club? I know it's only a little ways way but I just feel better taking cars this time of year..." She shrugged and opened the back door of the cab.
Miche resisted, just barely, rolling her eyes at the quip Iris threw out. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sleeping with her husband--she did--it was just that it didn't seem to be much of a priority for him these days. She just really wanted to feel sexy and wanted, even if just for a night, and she wasn't much fussed if the attention came from someone not her husband.
She grabbed her thick winter coat on the way out the door, curling her arm around the one Iris looped against hers once the coat was on. As they left the house, Miche didn't even bother to look back, letting Kwame close and lock the door for her.
"Definitely worth celebrating!" she said belatedly, always finding it strange that her friend and neighbor was a teacher. But then, she'd never had much interest in academics and couldn't imagine dealing with the tedium to teach others. "Ooh, that sounds perfect! I definitely want to be outside as little as possible. My skin hates this cold," she pouted slightly.
Iris didn't feel the cold as acutely as humans, but she did feel a deep chill on truly cold nights like this in upstate New York. She nodded, "Totally," in agreement. She doubted humans knew all the details of the Fae biology, but half the time things like that didn't even occur to her to explain - she just rolled with it. She was open about her Nature - especially having looked about 25 years old for over a hundred years now, the Coming Out was a lot easier on her than moving every few years or avoiding humans all together (like her family did during the Civil War, for example), so she celebrated her Nature to the community. It helped that Heureux was so accepting, of course.
In the cab, she asked Michell how she looked, scooping her winter coat off her shoulders to show off her dress in the back seat. The faux fur was dyed dark purple and she'd told Michelle at the New Years Eve party last week that it made her feel royal. The ride to 'downtown' Tarrytown was only about ten minutes, but enough for them to catch up on their week.
"Oh my god, you look amazing!" Miche gushed when Iris opened her coat to show of the sparkling silver dress. There was something about the deep vee, the way her small breasts curved along the edges of the vee, that had a kick of lust jolting through her. The mild attraction to women was a newer phenomenon for her, and she hadn't given it much thought yet, but each time she had that feeling, it still managed to surprise her.
"You're so going to have a line of people just dying to go home with you," she added with a light laugh. It had been so long--too long--since she'd had a wild one night stand after a night of clubbing, and good god did she miss it! A part of her wished she'd pregamed a bit, but she'd been caught up with Madison until Kwame got home, and then she'd just not thought about it.
Ugh, shut your damn mom brain off, Michelle! she chided herself. "Mmm, what are you drinking tonight?" she asked as they got out of the cab.
Iris laughed with her friend, "As if we need skimpy dresses for that," she waggled her eyebrows at Michelle and said, "When we walk in, you can physically feel the air change. Even with a ton of Supes wandering around, you know we're two of the most gorgeous women in Upstate," she shrugged. It was true, if you asked her.
Following Michelle out of the cab and into the chic little fusion bar next to the modern fine art gallery, dodging couples and college students alike on the sidewalk as they did, she said, "Well, maybe gin. I had some champagne at home, but only like a bottle?" She wasn't quite sure how many glasses a bottle held, but the three or four wine-glass sized glasses she'd had seemed to empty it. "What about you? I hope you're actually up for a party tonight - no babysitters to worry about or Hubby to impress," she really didn't resent her friend's monogamy, it just seemed so strange to her.
Laughing, Michelle waved a negligent hand. "Well, duh!" she agreed easily. It probably didn't hurt that they were both Supernatural, having a certain aura that the norms just never could. There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to be the most gorgeous women there.
"Definitely up for a real party tonight! I know Kwame has things handled tonight and tomorrow morning, since he doesn't go in until dinner shift. I have an honest to god night off, and there's no way I'm letting it get away from me!" she promised. She was almost desperate for something amazing and intense and wild to happen.
The two ladies sidled up to the bar and Iris ordered a dirty gin martini, and then turned to her neighbor, "Well, so what are you drinking tonight?" She arched her eyebrows as if in a dare. The bartender was a beautiful blonde man, clearly a human, but she didn't discriminate. Maybe by the end of their time here, she'd see if he wanted to join them at Elysium's Shore when he got off work. Lysette's club would definitely be open later than a bougie little cocktail bar.
Drinks in hand, Iris asked, "Make the rounds? Or keep to ourselves. I'm sure you have so many things to update me on in the life of a lavish stay at home wife," Iris barely kept the sarcasm out of her voice. "Or do we want to skip the Mommy Chat tonight and get right to the fun stuff?" She eyed the bartender over her shoulder as she said the last bit.
"I'll have the same," Michelle said with a negligent shrug of her shoulder. She wasn't picky about what she drank, and Iris did have notoriously good taste. Besides, gin hangovers were easier to manage than others and, if she were being honest with herself, she fully planned to be hung over tomorrow!
Scoffing, Miche shook her head. "Definitely skipping the Mommy Chat tonight! We should totally make the rounds." It wasn't the right kind of bar for dancing, but there was no reason they couldn't carve out a bit of fun anyway. "Is anyone catching your eye yet?" she asked, totally missing the way Iris glanced back at the bartender. What could she say? Blondies just didn't do it for her.
"Oh, thank the gods!" Iris put a hand to her chest in exaggeration. "No, for real, I get enough of it from Taisy lately, even though her 'baby' is like a hundred years old. As much as I adore Madison, I might have zoned out a bit if you'd wanted to vent," she said with a light laugh. At Michelle's question, she turned again to the bartender, "He seems up for adventure... Call it intuition," there was something about him that told her she'd be able to get him to do something wild...
"And what about you?" She asked, waggling her eyebrows again. She knew Miche was faithful to Kwame but there was never anything wrong in looking.
The last thing she wanted to think about, much less talk about, tonight was her daughter. Her husband was a close second. Silently side-stepping the topic, she latched onto the bit about the bartender, finally glancing back to give him a proper once-over. "Ooh, I guess I could see that, if you're into the pretty boys." And from her limited experience, she definitely had the impression that Iris was into all the pretty people.
"Me?" she echoed, a little confused and surprised at the same time. Her bright blue eyes blinked almost owlishly before looking around, as if Iris even asking the question had given her permission to look. Just look, of course. She wasn't a cheater. Or, at least, she never had been. "Ooh, he looks like the right kind of trouble," she said, nodding her head toward a man sitting at a table near a corner by himself, nursing a glass of what looked like whiskey or bourbon. He had dark hair, light eyes, and a chiseled, scruffy jawline she could easily imagine nibbling. "...If I were single, anyway," she added almost as an afterthought, sighing softly in disappointment before taking a deep drink of her cocktail.
Iris laughed gaily, an almost tinkling quality to the sound. “Please tell me you’ve at least looked at other people since you got married. I mean, Hubby is a snack don’t get me wrong but like, you still have eyes!” She followed Michelle’s gaze and gave a low growl of approval. “Oh yes, trouble is the right word. The sort of trouble who wouldn’t even ask your name…”
Could there be more to him than human? He certainly had that dash of danger to him that made Iris’ fae-sense tingle… maybe vampire? He was just this side of pale, after all… even with daylight rings and all the modern magic and tech, vampires still seemed a bit pale to Iris. Without asking, she made her way toward the man’s table, confident Michelle would follow. “Hi,” she said before taking a dainty sip of her martini. “Room for two more?” she asked, her voice taking on a confident, warm air. Sometimes she truly loved her Nature.
Miche rolled her eyes playfully at that. "I mean, there hasn't been a lot of opportunity for looking, but that doesn't mean I don't notice a handsome face when I come across one," she admitted. Yes, Kwame was incredibly sexy, and she did love him. Really, she did. Sometimes it was just difficult to remember that she did. The words Iris said next had a wave of lust crashing over her as she was reminded of some of her more wild one night stands she'd had while in college. God, that had been a good time!
It probably should have surprised her that Iris made her way over to the man's table, but it didn't. She fell into step next to her friend, smiling in that natural, friendly, almost flirty way she had.
The man's eyes lifted, one eyebrow rising as he studied the redheads for a long moment. "Depends on what game you're playing," he finally said. Michelle couldn't tell if he was annoyed or intrigued. Regardless, Michelle folded herself in the seat across from him, leaving an empty seat on both sides between them.
“Game?” Iris asked, her eyebrow arching to match his own. She slid into the seat between the man and Michelle. “No games here, just looking for company on a night out.” She shrugged herself out of her jacket, showing off her slender shoulders in the barely-there dress. “And you’re alone.” She stated, not a question.
“I’m Iris, this is Miche,” she said, looking to her friend and then back to the stranger with another sip of her drink. It would be gone before too long and they’d probably be off to the club after but Michelle had amazing taste and this man intrigued her.
The man smirked slowly as Iris answered. "But isn't life more fun when there are games?" he asked dryly. "But far be it for me to deny such lovely ladies such a simple request."
The words were smooth, but the tone lacked the warmth one would expect with them. It sent a shiver through Michelle, intriguing her more than she wanted to admit. How long had it been since she'd been so thoroughly tempted by Trouble? Her internship, probably. God, that was over four years ago!
"Iris and Miche, hmm. Pleasure to meet you. Having a girl's night out then?" he asked, not giving them much in return.
"We are," Miche chimed in, her words and smile filled with warmth. "This is only stop number one. We'll be finding somewhere to dance before long." Why did she think he would be utterly disarming on the dance floor?
Iris smiled in a mischievous way watching Michelle warm up to him. There was something about seeing her friend more… free… than she normally was. Iris got that somewhere deep down there was more to Michelle than the lovely young mother and wife.
“Yes, we’ll be headed to Elysium’s Shore. Have you been?” she asked, knowing that it was mostly a Natured hang out. Lysette didn’t mind humans attending of course, it just so happened that some places drew more Natured than others.
She took down the last of her cocktail and turned to Michelle, “one more and then we’ll be off?” She stood, her dress falling just right on her lithe frame as she did so. “And what is the lovely stranger drinking? This round’s on me.”
Something warmed in the man's gaze as he met Miche's eyes. "I have been," he answered Iris, though his eyes kept their focus on Michelle. It didn't necessarily out him, but he knew the question could have been fishing for whether he was human.
As Iris stood, Michelle shrugged out of her own jacket, letting it fall over the back of her chair negligently. It was warm in the bar, and she was much more comfortable without it. It had nothing to do with wondering if his eyes might take in the expanse of skin she had suddenly exposed.
"Bourbon," he answered, still not looking at Iris. There was something repressed in the redhead still sitting at the table, something that tempted his darker half, something the more bubbly redhead was lacking. They were both attractive, certainly, but something about Miche was tempting him more in that moment.
"You haven't told us your name," Miche pointed out once Iris left to get the second round of drinks.
"You're right, I haven't," he agreed, hiding his smirk behind his glass before he tipped it back to empty it.
"I think your the one that likes playing games," she accused, though she didn't sound annoyed in the least. Absurdly, it only served to intrigue her more.
The man chuckled, a low, amused sound. "You might be right about that, too."
Iris watched them from the bar, taking her time. Her smile only grew when she saw the man chuckle like that. It was small, but it said volumes. She turned her back to them, giving Michelle a moment - gods knew the girl needed some fun - and introduced herself to the beautiful blond bartender. His name was Charles and he was born and raised in Sleepy Hollow. The Natured didn’t phase him, even during the Coming Out, as he’d pretty much grown up with it. Definitely human himself, but he clocked Iris as ‘something else’ when she first walked in.
“You should join us at the club when you’re off,” she said, sliding her number across the bar on a napkin, completely unashamed.
She borrowed a small bar tray to bring the drinks back to the table and decided she’d read the room and either join them for the second round or go back to her little bartender snack.
"How about a trade then? Something for your name?" Michelle suggested rather impulsively. She had no idea what to trade for his name, but it felt like something she needed to know now.
The man leaned forward, setting his glass on the table and resting his forearms on the edge of it. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, more willing to play the game with every word she said.
Michelle flushed as every response that flashed through her mind went back to something entirely inappropriate for a married woman to suggest. But damn if those eyes weren't pulling her in. "I'm not sure. Dealer's choice?" she suggested, implying that he was the dealer and she was completely caught up in the game.
His eyes flashed, though before he could decide what he would want in exchange for his name, Iris returned with the drinks. He leaned back in his chair again and turned his head to flash a smile at the other redhead. "Miche has offered to trade something for my name, but she isn't sure what. Do you have any ideas?" he asked playfully, positive the other woman would be full of them. There was nothing repressed about her.
Iris chuckled, a surprisingly dark sound coming from her. “A dare, it sounds like. Or something more. Miche, I’d almost assume you were spending a lot of time with my people these days,” she looked back at the man. “We fae are famous for making such deals, so yes, I’d say I can come up with something.” Something flashed in her eyes. Something… primal. It was a side of her that didn’t come out often, especially as she spent more and more years among humans.
A shiver coursed through her, something in his eyes and the way Iris agreed so readily setting the most exciting warning bells off in her head. This was dangerous. She didn't have to be magical to recognize that, and yet that ethereal sense she assumed all Natured people had on some level was practically screaming at her.
"So what should it be, then?" she asked Iris. It couldn't hurt to play along, right? She knocked back the rest of her first drink before plucking the second from the tray Iris brought over.
"Yes, Iris, what should it be?" the man echoed, his eyes practically dancing and daring her to go bold. He had a feeling he could have loads of fun with both of these women. But would they be interested? Time would tell, he supposed.
“Hmm,” Iris played along. She knew what she could ask for. She took a thoughtful sip of her martini and then gently set the glass back down. “We could start slow, a dance for the first letter. A favorite of my kind is to watch others get lost in that moment. Another favorite is a kiss for information. But it has to be a helluva kiss.” She shrugged her shoulders, telling Michelle that she clearly wasn’t going to go along with this so why pretend. Of course, Iris knew her nonchalance would only fuel her friend to push further. It was beautiful, how this could all play out.
“But clearly a well lit little artsy, cocktail bar isn’t the sort of place to play such games. What do you say, tall, dark, and mysterious?”
Although the protest to the mention of a kiss was on the tip of her tongue, Miche bit it back. He hadn't insisted on a kiss, not yet, it was just a suggestion from Iris, so nixing the idea immediately would just seem defensive, wouldn't it? And a kiss wasn't even that big of a deal, was it? A kiss wasn't sex, after all. Even a helluva kiss wasn't sex.
The man watched the emotions play out on Miche's face, reading her like the open book she didn't always realize she could be. "I say we ought to finish our drinks and head to Elysium's," he answered, not wanting to lock in a trade just yet. He wanted to see if he could get Miche to loosen up a bit first. He wanted to know how much fun she could be if she let her walls down.
Iris could have preened. "Perfect, and if you two don't mind, in the meantime I'm going to lock in my after-party before we leave. Dear Charles, so pretty, so dumb," she stood again and took her drink and coat. "I'll meet you both at the door in a few?" It shouldn't take anyone very long to drink one drink, right? She made her way back to an empty seat the bar to continue flirting with Charles, who supposedly liked going by Charlie but she insisted that was childish, and he was anything but. He blushed when she put it that way.
She did keep an eye on her friend, and once she saw them starting to stir toward the door, she blew a kiss at her bartender and confirmed he'd meet them at the club once he was off at 11. "I called a car, it's too cold for anything like walking," she said without preamble as they walked out of the little bar. Well, she'd had Charles call a cab, anyway.
The taxi was waiting for them and she piled into the back seat and kept to herself for the drive. She was already a bottle of champagne, two strong gin martinis, and a good flirting session into the evening. She had a couple of pills in her pocket, too, for if the night got too boring. Her full stash was at home, but enough to keep herself and Michelle entertained, anyway. Then again, she was pretty sure Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious had Michelle thoroughly entertained either way. The ride was brief and there was a short line outside the club, being Friday night and all, but Iris didn't bother. She made her way to the bouncer and with a couple of cheek kisses and hellos, the three were through the door - Iris had been a regular pretty much as long as the business had existed. She was quite older than Lysette, and knew - in her own way - a lot more about the Supe world than the vampire. It helped to know people. And to be nearly 200 years old. She led the stranger and Michelle to the more secluded VIP section where a small table surrounded by rounded couches was just right for them. The large gentleman checking people at VIP didn't even bother to ask, simply moved the red velvet rope and let them through.
"Ah, home sweet home," she joked as she took off her coat and tossed it onto one of the couches, sitting comfortably. "There will be a server soon, unless you'd rather the bar." Her tone was welcoming but nonchalant.
There was no protest from the table as Iris took her leave, though Miche did glace back to watch Iris settle into flirting with the bartender. The man across the table had no trouble drawing her attention back to him, though, and she flushed as she caught him looking intently at her.
"Do you like to dance, Miche?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with double meaning.
"Love it," she answered immediately, almost too enthusiastically. There was just something about him, something that was pulling her in, tempting her in a way she didn't want to deny, no matter how much the little voice in the back of her head kept reminding her that she was married. She almost didn't even feel the weight of her rings on her finger anymore, though she wasn't sure if that was the alcohol or the lust.
"Tell me something else you enjoy," he prompted her, leaning with his forearms on the table again, the intensity in his eyes never fading.
Her mind went utterly blank for a long moment before something clicked, and she narrowed her eyes at him. "No fair fishing for tidbits about me when you won't even share your name without something in return!" she accused, though she was far from angry.
The man chuckled and leaned back again, plucking up his drink and motioning that she ought to do the same. They finished their drinks in heavy silence, the looks passing between them filled with more than Miche was willing to admit, and she was startled when Iris rejoined them. She stood up and, before she realized it, the man was there, holding her jacket out for her to slide her arms in. Damn if that didn't turn her on more!
Sitting between Iris and the man in the back of the car was a whole other experience, as she was certain he was making sure to brush up against her in those purposefully casual ways. That extended to them going into the club and heading up to the VIP section.
"Oh, I'm always down for personal service," Miche said without thinking.
The man smirked as he lowered himself to sit next to her. "Personal service, hmm? I'm sure I could assist there," he said, bringing a hand to her bare knee, her jacket having been slung over the back of the couch.
Iris could have squealed - this wasn't exactly the way she'd seen the night going, but how much fun this was! She was a fairy after all - chaos was always fun! "Perfect, then!" She said, clapping her hands lightly in her excitement.
Before long a stunning brunette came and took their orders - she ordered a bottle of champagne to go along with the round - and the music was really beginning to take her. She excused herself to the bathroom quietly to take one of the ecstasy she had stashed away, and made her way back to the secluded table ready to be taken away with whatever the night had in store. "So, Tall Dark and Mysterious - is there something shorter we call you in the mean time? Even a nick name?" Her tone was fun but tinged with some slight annoyance, too. Then the drinks arrived and she nearly forgot she asked. She took a long drink of her martini and then popped the champagne bottle, looking to the other two to see if they wanted a glass.
Miche was completely caught off guard when Iris excused herself, and those few moments alone with the man were so utterly charged, that she was desperate to succumb or run away. Maaaarried, that voice in her head said in a sing-song voice. When Iris returned, something seemed different about her, and Miche's eyes narrowed in thought. Was her friend holding out on her? That just wouldn't do! And it wasn't her flight response. Definitely not.
Those few moments after Iris returned were chaos, and Michelle latched onto it even as she plucked a glass of champagne from her friend. "Show me where the bathroom is?" she said, her eyes sending a totally different message to her friend. "We'll be right back," she added, as she stood up, glancing over her shoulder at the man slouched on the couch, looking utterly at home in a way that had her imagining straddling him.
Fuck.
She snagged Iris's free hand with hers and started toward the bathroom, obviously knowing the way but not caring what it looked like. Once they were there, she took a drink of the bubbly, then looked at her friend with raised brows.
"You have party favors," she said, both an accusation and a request. "I have no idea what I'm doing, and it's probably stupid, but fuck do I not want to think tonight! I just want to have some fun." She wasn't whining, and she was sure Iris would be all for helping her let loose a bit. She certainly wasn't worried about her friend judging her.
Iris was laughing the whole way to the bathroom and then burst out hard when she was accused. She was already floating from the drinks and even if the little X hadn't hit yet she was nearly hysterical at her friend's tone. She nodded, "Of course, I do!" She admitted between gasps for air. "You know me too well," she inhaled hard, "for that." Calming herself, she proferred a pill and said, "It's just X, nothing too hardcore tonight, first week back and all," she preferred coke if she was honest, for partying at least, but she wasn't going to share her truly good stuff in public. Well, maybe with Robert, but the poor boy just needed all the help he could get. Like, to even crack a smile.
"You sure?" she asked, her only little bit of conscience poking out before she fully handed it over. Mr Mysterious may be intriguing, but she also knew her friend took her marriage seriously. Fun was fun and all, but some things weren't so easily fixed once broken. Which was a big reason Iris didn't ever do anything that might ever need to be fixed.
Her hand was halfway to the offered pill when Iris asked if she was sure, and Miche's whole being rebelled against the thought. She didn't want to think too seriously about it, no matter how much she loved Kwame, and yet it was there now, weaving through the impulsivity.
"Totally not your responsibility, but like, if you can, don't let me go home with him?" she suggested. "I just want to dance and flirt a bit, that's all. And I don't want to get stuck thinking about all the responsibilities."
Her fingertips plucked up the little pill and tossed it in her mouth before Iris could respond. She wasn't Iris's responsibility, and she wasn't going to put it on her friend, but neither was she going to keep herself on the tight leash she'd been on for years. She needed to find a balance, she thought as she washed the ecstasy down with the champagne.
Iris nodded. "I'll do my best, but I'll be honest I've already partaken and been drinking since like six so... maybe I'm not the best person to ask this tonight? But I will absolutely do my best. And besides, I don't even know if I'll find anything to catch my attention so maybe I'll just be all over you two annoying the shit out of you," she said, tickling her friend in the ribs playfully.
"Have you figured out his Nature yet? I mean, he's definitely not all human." There was no question about that to Iris. But she couldn't pinpoint him, it was weird, she was usually pretty intuitive about these things!
"We should head back out - don't want him to wander off if you want to 'dance and flirt', right?" She asked, rolling her eyes jokingly at her friend. Iris wanted to do the same though. "Speaking of dancing - can we? Please? I'm restless and horny." Iris was... blunt sometimes, okay?
Impulsively, Miche flung her arms around her friend's shoulders as she planted a relatively chaste kiss on her lips. "Of course! I won't hold anything against you," she promised. Even if she could be a bit flighty at times, she did actually know she was responsible for her own choices. That didn't mean she was always the best at taking responsibility, but that was hardly the point.
She hadn't actually clued into the fact that he probably wasn't human, but she wasn't exactly thinking logically tonight. "What do you think he is?" she asked, knowing Iris was far more intuitive with those things than she ever could be.
"Ooh, yes, definitely!" she said, hooking her arm through Iris's as she tugged her friend back out of the bathroom. The ecstasy hadn't fully hit her yet, but knowing it would hit before long had her feeling lighter and freer already.
When they made it back to the couch, the man was still lounging casually, his eyes lazily taking in the crowd. She set her champagne, nearly empty, down on a table and then reached out for his hand, tugging to encourage him up. "Come dance with us!" she urged him.
Iris laughed at Michelle's kiss, giggling along the whole time. "I really can't pin him down - but there's something else in there, for sure." She had first thought maybe vampire, but the more time she spent around him, she doubted it. She allowed Miche to pull her out in her excitement and knew before long they'd both be rolling and the music would take them away from all worries either way. Dancing and flirting sounded perfect.
She was surprised by Michelle so directly pulling him to the dance floor but she just laughed along and followed, soon finding herself swept up in the crowd next to them. The DJ was good tonight - lots of drum and bass and dubstep - hard driving beats she could feel pounding through the floor. It wasn't long before the drugs hit her system and she was floating, feeling like she was flying amongst the crowd. A well-built man with dark skin and a bright, easy smile - clearly a shifter of some sort just from his scent - was soon wrapped around her from behind, whispering delightful one-sided conversation in her ear. "I'm Morgan, who are you, beautiful?"
"Iris!" She nearly shouted through her smile, over the noise of the club. "Your hands feel strong!" She told him over her shoulder as his hands moved up and down her hips and just under the skin at the sides of her breasts that her dress barely covered.
The fast that Iris couldn't pin down what the man might be made Miche even more curious about it, but between the alcohol and the ecstasy, odds were she wasn't going to be able to focus enough to try sorting it out herself. She supposed it didn't really matter. All that mattered to her was that she was able to let loose and have a bit of fun.
The man wasted no time in moving in close to Michelle, dancing with her while Iris gravitated toward someone else. He pulled her in close, and she shivered, her body arching against his, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders as they moved to the heavy pulse of the music. One song melded into the next, and Miche got lost in the music and his energy. His hands slid around her to stroke the skin of her back exposed by the cutouts in her dress.
By the time one hand slid down to cup the outer curve of her ass under the short hem of her dress, the ecstasy hit her, and her skin was flushed with heat and desire. Had she stopped their dancing? Or had he? As she looked into his bright eyes, she couldn't bring herself to care. She couldn't think of anything but how she needed more.
Her hand squeezed the back of his neck, tugging him down to meet her as she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. It had to be a helluva kiss, some small part of her remembered.
Iris saw the kiss through her own haze and part of her thought she should stop her friend but her body only moved against Morgan and her brain didn't fight it. Michelle wanted to have fun tonight - and kissing that man in the way she was, was definitely fun. Iris ground her ass against Morgan, causing him to make more noises into her ear, not words this time. She just smiled, breathing and flying and focusing on his hands on her. "Hmmm... definitely strong hands," she thought out loud, and could feel him smile against her ear. His hands took her more harshly at the utterance and she moaned as he grinned even more and one hand moved to grasp her breast outside her dress. It was ecstasy, and not the drug she'd taken.
"Miche!" She called above the crowd, "It's ecstasy, isn't it? This is heaven," she didn't believe in heaven, but there was something in this feeling that must be close if there was such a thing, right?
There wasn't a single part of her that wanted the kiss to end. The man's lips were heaven and hell all wrapped up in one tempting package that Miche wouldn't deny even if she could. She didn't hear Iris call out to her, but she didn't miss the way the man stopped kissing her lips to trail them down her neck.
God, she could get lost in this moment and never want to return to reality. She floated on that feeling, moaning as his lips suctioned over her pulse point, her fingers curling into his shirt as if it were her only lifeline.
His lips found their way to her ear, and she was a puddle of lust. "Come home with me," he whispered just loud enough to be heard over the music.
"I don't even know your name," she said, surprising herself. She'd really wanted to just say yes, to go with him and let him have his wicked way with her.
The man chuckled as he pulled back enough to meet her eyes. "Rick," he offered. "Come home with me," he said again, ducking his head down to nudge his nose against hers. His lips pressed small, teasing kisses against hers before she could answer, and she felt that wave of lust crash over her all over again.
There she was, teetering on the precipice, logical thought inhibited. And yet, something still held her back. Not that she was aware of what it was.
Iris heard her name through the void and she looked up to see Morgan smiling at a blond man - the bartender, Charles! He made it! She greeted him with baby kisses and cooing and introduced him to her dance partner. "You don't mind if he joins us, right?" She looked up at Morgan - gods he was tall - and Morgan just shrugged with another little smile for her. She ground her backside into Charles and pulled his arms around her while leaning forward to kiss Morgan hard, taking his mouth like it was hers. Charles didn't even flinch - such a good little boy, she knew it. His hands pulled at her hips and one firmly grabbed her ass while Morgan pulled her tighter into the kiss at her neck. Yes, this was definitely heaven. Even more so once she got them home, she knew it.
Something more tugged through her navel, a magical thread of some sort drawing her in. It was something she didn't fully recognize, something she couldn't quite name, but she knew it wasn't the drugs or the alcohol or her own natural lust, and it broke through some of that even as it tempted her.
She broke the kiss, pulling back to look up at him with wide eyes. "What are you?" she asked abruptly, disconcerted though she wasn't entirely sure why.
"I am… fun," he answered, though it was obviously a deflection. "Come home with me, and I can show you just how fun."
Miche believed him. There was no doubt in her that the night would be filled with fun if she went with him. But what would tomorrow be filled with? She wasn't supposed to be thinking. The ecstasy wasn't supposed to let her think. And yet, the request she'd made of Iris earlier was pushed back to the front of her mind.
Her smile was filled with disappointment as she looked up at him, and she leaned up to brush her lips over his briefly. "I can't," she said simply. She glanced around, finding Iris trapped delightfully between two gorgeous men, and she chuckled as she looked back at Rick. "I can dance, I can make out with you, but at the end of the night, I'm going back home to my husband." Would that kill the mood? Or would he enjoy the thought of turning her on so much that she might be thinking of him while she was with Kwame later?
Rick lifted a hand, threading his fingers through her hair and curling them against her scalp, tugging to tip her head up. "You're a tease," he accused, though was she imagining that he looked slightly impressed?
"Maybe. You don't seem to mind, though."
Rick chuckled before letting his lips crash against hers again.