The Party: After Midnight
When the sensitive outer shell of his ear was caught between her teeth, accompanied by her heated breath and that soft sound, Leon made one of his own, his pulse moving in time with the drums. The attentions of her mouth, not to mention her hand in his hair, was sending ripples of pleasure through him. Fingers traced up her side, following her sleek curves until he slipped the strap off her shoulder, letting it fall as he kissed the skin there, then used teeth to nibble.
It was surreal and she was intoxicating. Leon breathed her in, hands spreading again on her stomach, mixing the paint, dipping lower to her hips to pull her more closely against him as they continued the dance. Everyone else at the party was just a distant memory, he and Claire - he knew her name now, remembered it, and it didn't deter him in the slightest - the center and separated from the noise somehow. The goddess had chosen her, and he was drawn to her like a moth to the flame. She was life and he wanted her in an inexplicable way.
One hand moved up to cup her breast as Leon turned his head to meet her mouth with his, the synchronized movements of their bodies in the dance undeterred.