Meg rose to her feet on top of the bed, thoroughly enjoying herself, and unaware of her audience. Flipping her hair back, she swayed her hips back and forth in sharp movements to the off time beat. Raising her hands above her head, she arched her back, rolling her whole body in time to the guitar screams. As the guitar faded out, leaving just drum beats and the guttural shouts of the band, she spun in a slow circle, letting her hips guide the movement, until she was facing the back of the house. She still couldn't see out very well, but she caught the slightest flutter of movement outside and smiled. Sliding down off the bed, not knowing and not particularly caring who was watching her, she did a sultry little walk towards the door that opened onto the beach. Without waiting, not wanting to let her little voyeur get away, she slid the door open, flooding her small yard with music. When she saw who it was, and the poor confused look on his face, she laughed.
"You miss me already, Clarence?" she shouted over the music, taking a few steps out onto her little back patio. The music began to fade as the song ended and the next began to play. Rebel Yell. One of her very favorites. She could say a lot of damning things about humanity, but they had good fucking music. Striking a pose meant to look coy, but obviously not in her current state of undress, she held out her hand and crooked her finger at him, inviting him closer. "You're gonna spoil me with this much attention." In all honesty, she was glad to see him, but she wouldn't admit that out loud. Her conversation with Dean had left her feeling slightly on edge, and, though she knew her wards would keep out anyone who actively intended to harm her, there had still be a slight worry to the afternoon. Now, however? She felt confident, strong, and sexy...and there was her little angel, right on cue.