Ksenia & Bryan
At the confirmation that it was all of the above, Ksenia gave that graceful shrug and a toss of her shining golden hair that clearly indicated that she didn't care at all. Something he commented on, saying it he got the impression she rather enjoyed it. Ksenia winked at him as she lead the way out to the dance floor. The strong buzz of the vodka did its job in numbing the constant ache and gnaw of grief that had taken up residence in the pit of her stomach and her sexy companion was certainly helping with that as he took her in her strong arms, his hands sliding up her thigh, hot skin on her smooth flesh leaving a trail of heat that spiked through her. She was supposed to be keeping an eye on Nadya, but she had already been distracted by Bryan in more than one way.
He was no passive partner and Ksenia enjoyed that in a man, be it in bed or dancing or on the ice. The shifter's hands slid over the slippery silk of her slip and the sensations exploded over her skin. Her eyes were closed as her head tilted in her movement and his hand tightened on her hip as his head dipped down, soft lips brushing over the sensitive skin before his hot tongue darted out to taste her skin.
There was no disguising the soft moan that slipped from her parted red lips and her hand slid into his hair, pulling his head encouragingly towards her exposed neck as her other hand grasped at his back, holding the strong man against her lithe body. Goddess she could feel all the muscles under his clothes as he pressed against her, the way his pants tightened with her tantalizing gyrations against him. All thoughts of baby sitting Nadya were gone. Hell, all thoughts that weren't about this moment and feeling things that weren't dark, spiraling repression of grief and trauma were gone from her pretty little head. Her hand slid down his back, nails digging into the back of his t-shirt, before sliding down his side to tease along the waistband of his pants as she ground her hips into his, lips parted in another soft sound his sharp shifter ears easily picking up on her breathy sounds of pleasure.
The beautiful blonde lost herself to the moment, the sensations, the soft buzz of the alcohol that protected her and in the feelings that flowed through her with every touch of Bryan's hands and lips on her skin and the press of his body against hers. She lost track of how long they danced, how many songs changed and it didn't matter, as the heat and the desire rose higher, neither of them caring about eyes on them, on where their hands explored, his lips, tongue and teeth torturing and teasing her exposed neck and shoulder. With a smirk, Ksenia turned in his arms, leaning back against him, head back against his shoulder as she pressed her shapely ass into him, rolling her hips back him with purposeful movements. The strong tattooed hand that slid along the front of her body sent trails of heat echoing through her, pooling in the throbbing knot of desire between her legs, pulsing in time to the bass of the song playing.