| DATE II |
Raelynn loved to dance; she esteemed to go out and party on the dance floor. When she danced nothing existed it was just her and the music. When her body moved with the sound of the music around her; she would get lost in it and stay there for hours.
Ian loved the idea of going out and just watching as she lost herself in the beat. And when she danced; he found her to be the most gorgeous and sexiest woman in all existence. Her beauty flourished when she trapped herself in her little musical haven. The sad part was she had no idea about just how hot she was on that floor to him. For once, he was the shy one; he could not speak to her at all. When she danced he felt inferior to her beauty; she was just that amazing. Ian just simply sat there down for a few drinks and just watched her.
He could sit there for days and admire the way her body reacted to the music. The way her arms moved up and down her body. Those arms; he enjoyed watching as they spun with her. Her body the way it would bend with those incredible Rae curves. His cheeks would get all red just watching wishing he were that flexible. Whenever she shook her hips; it was like torture. Most importantly, there were her legs; those legs that nailed every step; every spin in perfect motion.
The two of them have been torturing each other for a while. Any guy could have been intimate by now but he just couldn't do it. He couldn’t get himself to ask her out and just get her to bed as he had done with every other girl. His hormones would shut down; it was over from there. Believe it.
But now, she put him in the mood. If only there were a way to combine this Raelynn with the other girls that he loved so much.
"Hey Ian," Niko yelled over the loud music. "You should join her," Niko took a huge drink from his glass. Ian's eyes looked at him as if he was the craziest person he had ever met. This had to be the worst idea ever thought up; leave it to Niko. Him; dance; yeah that would be like trying to dance with a fish trapped in the desert. At least the fish would be able to flop around frantically. "What are you chicken?" His tone shifted to a childish teasing voice that irritated the hell out of him.
"No," Ian retorted. He wasn't afraid; he wasn't, Ian feared nothing but stepping on her toes. Okay so maybe he was a little scared. "It's just she's in the zone. I really shouldn't bother her." He leaned forward staring at his drink hoping Niko bought that lame excuse. To be safe, he changed the subject. "I thought you hated dancing."
"I do," Niko set his cup down after chugging the last of his drink. He ordered another round. "The loud music pisses me off. Then there is the body odor," He cringed his nose trying to ignore the smell probably. Ian had forgotten Niko's senses weren't like his.
"I only come here for Keith,"Niko said while Ian smirked at him. "Not like that pervert," He retorted. "I just couldn’t say no to him," He explained taking a drink.
"Oh, "I guess that makes sense," Ian said and returned his eyes over to the dancing Rae. No matter how hard he tried he could not get over just how sexy she was to him. The longer the night carried on, the hotter she got; he was sweating she was boiling right now. He couldn't look away though she was just amazing. He casually reached for an ice cube hoping the bartender wouldn't notice.
"Hey there Ian," Keith screamed, draping his body onto his shoulder. Ian panicked and dropped his drink all over the place. The night had become weird, and Ian no longer felt as if he was even himself anymore.
Is this a bad idea? Coming down here? Getting drunk and becoming something that he isn’t anymore?
Ian's eyes returned to Raelynn focusing on her as she swayed her hips with the music; he blushed being reminded of his problem. He reached for an ice cube but Niko stopped him. Oh man he knew; here comes the ridicule. He braced himself for the hurt. Niko was going to laugh and insult him. He just knew it.
"I'm serious," Niko set the ice cube back in the cup. "Just go up there; she doesn't bite." He ordered another drink for himself. "She may not even shy out, for all we know, she’s just… This amazing girl when she wants something. And when Raelynn is lost in music like that she won't even notice your there." He encouraged; Ian shook his head.
No way, he couldn't go out there. He would look like a total idiot and everyone would laugh at him. It wasn't like that bothered him but if it was avoidable; he'd want to avoid it. "Oh I get it now," Ian gulped as Niko smirked. Oh no, don't say it. Don't you even say it Niko? "You don't know how to dance." He said it; Ian hid his face.
‘I look like a fucking teenager right now. What is it with drinks and clubs?’
"Believe it," He sulked. "Not a single dancing bone in my body in comparison to her. That is unless you count that one dance I did at the forest of death. That was just ugh," Ian blushed regretting that he even brought it up. "I'm not sure what that was, to be honest." Ian let out a sigh; Niko began laughing at him.
"That was just stupid," He laughed harder. "I mean come on, wiggling your ass around like that." Niko wiped a few tears from his eyes from laughing so hard. "What were you trying to prove that you have the sexiest ass in Hollywood?" Ian laughed a little; well with that performance he just knew he was up there somewhere. Okay Niko, now would be a great time to start making him feel better.
"Okay," Niko urged Ian over to him. "Here's the thing about dancing," He leaned in so he could hear his advice better. He was unsure why he was even listening to him; what did Niko know about dancing? Earlier, he just admitted that he hated to dance. "It's not as complicated as it looks especially for us guys." He began. "The women do most of the work for us. All we have to do is strut our stuff and let the music guide our every move. She'll do the rest." Strut your; what now? Let the music guide you; it's music it can't take him to the Great Ian Bridge. "You're not getting any of this are you?" Ian shook his head.
"Man you're clueless." Niko whistled. "Hey Keith over here," He called out.
"I know you didn't just whistle at me," Keith stood up from his table; he marched angrily over to Niko. This was going to be bad. "I'm not your fucking dog." He pinched his ear yelling in it; Niko screamed making him let go of his ear. "What do you want Niko?” He asked.
"Dance with me," He replied bluntly; this should be good Mr. I Hate Dancing. Ian couldn't wait to watch him make a fool of himself. Keith's eyes formed a piercing glare that scared the hell out of him. Oddly Niko was unaffected; it was like he was used to facing his anger. Suddenly the two of them entered a heated argument over this. Niko was shouting, he was shouting, he shouted louder, Keith shouted louder; it was a war of words. It was times like this Ian wondered how those two must be perfect for each other.
Ian watched as those two danced together and it made him slightly jealous. He looked over at Niko and Keith who were still dancing together sharing laughter; they were cracking jokes at each other. Mr. I hate dancing, yeah right. That settles it, Ian rose to his feet. He was going to do it; how hard could it be? Ian began walking over to Raelynn taking each step nice and slow before braving a dance. He was determined to go out and dance with that Rae and face looking like an idiot. If anyone had a right to be an idiot it was him; he was a very good director. He was entitled to have moments of stupidity.
The closer he got to her; the more his heart raced. With every step he made his heart beat louder and louder. His hands started to feel sweaty; they were shaking due to his nerves. He stood in front of Raelynn as her body tortured him. The way it moved; it was getting hot, so hot.
"I ugh," Ian's cheeks turned a light red. Why was this so hard? His heart was racing so fast, his entire body so sweaty. His throat was getting dry; it felt like sand. Rae, man Rae, she was crushing this song. Her every move was flawless, she was sweating and she had no idea just how incredibly hot she was right now. Ian tugged at his jacket trying to let some air in before he braved words. Just one dance; he reasoned. He just needed one; he could handle it. After all, he had been in worse situations; he just couldn't think of any right now.
"Ah," Raelynn stumbled into his arms. His cheeks turned redder as he held her against his body catching her before she fell. He couldn't speak but he wrapped her in his arms instead. He was so nervous but holding her made his nerves calm. "Ian," She broke his embrace startled by him. Ian's eyes traced her for her next move. No, she was going to run off and hide. The dancing would stop and it would be his fault. He had to stop her; he didn't want to ruin her night with his royal screw-up.
"Easy," Ian held her once more. "It's okay Raelynn," He brought her closer to his chest. Her cheeks were so red; she was self-conscious. "Don't be embarrassed by your dancing," Ian smiled at her. "I kinda like it." Raelynn shyly buried her head on his chest; cheeks less red.
"Really," She spoke; He nodded; of course, she was like a dancing genius.
"I'm jealous," Ian's cheeks started to become red. "If I could dance like you do Raelynn. I would never stop," He tugged at his jacket. "You were looking so incredible Raelynn." He admitted; he was starting to get nervous again. He was going to shy out on her; just great, she would mock him for this.
"You like it, Ian," Raelynn fondled her fingers together. "Well um," She looked at him innocently. "If you want, I could ugh," She hid her face. "Show you." She managed.
"You'd do that?" Ian's voice filled with excitement. Hell yeah!
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Ian stopped her dancing and started kissing her hard. He grabbed her shoulders taking over the back room of the club. He didn't take his lips off hers for a second. He craved those lips and refused to stop tasting them.
"I want you Raelynn," Ian confessed finally. "I want you so bad, I can't even think about anything else." His cheeks turned red feeling guilty. "I'm sorry but it's true and I," Raelynn crushed their lips together breaking the sentence. Ian leaned into it enjoying the taste. He felt so bad about his desires. Her lips; the more he kissed them the better he felt about it.
"It's okay Ian," Raelynn's cheeks turned red only for a little while. "I-," Ian couldn't believe her actions it told him everything.
She took hold of the strap of her tank top lowering it; her consent. Ian wasted no time with this; he took that tank top off her balling it in his hand. He took her by her hips setting her on the table as he kissed her. Ian forced her mouth open with his lips and slid his tongue into their kiss. His tongue explored her mouth causing her to moan for him. He tossed the dress behind him giving her a little more of his tongue. He took hold of his shirt breaking the kiss to remove it for her. Raelynn's legs wrapped around him forcing his torso on top of her.
This action took him by surprise; Ian blushed as her hands ran across his bare sun-kissed skin feeling his chest motioning down to his lower stomach. Her touch made him tingle and it excited him. He brought his defined torso closer pushing it against her black laced bra. He brought his body nearer to hers. "Raelynn," He removed her bra and threw it behind him. He took hold of her breasts; she let out a soft moan. He pushed his body against her making that moan even louder. He wrestled with his pants finally removing them; his boxers soon followed. He took hold of her dress, tugging it as she remained lost in the kiss. Raelynn moaned within the kiss as his tongue played with her cavern.
He slipped his fingers underneath her panties. Raelynn arched inward as his fingers toyed with her. "Ah," Raelynn's reaction; her legs were aching for, him. She wanted him inside her; she was ready for it. He took his fingers out of her taking her black lace panties off in the same motion. Ian retrieved a condom from his pocket—it does seem like he was ready for it.
Raelynn clung tightly to him as he pushed inside her. Ian's eyes shut tight as he panted out of control. "Raelynn," He forced out a breath taken by this connection between them. He noticed an arch forming on her back and placed his hand there for support. Ian pushed into her harder. Eventually, his whole body tensed up as his release emerged violently. Ian's heart raced heavily taken with bliss. He leaned in as his all-time high descended. Ian panted heavily at her unable to move afterward.
"Well," She blushed under Ian.
"I had a great time, Ian," Raelynn confessed; he handed her clothes to her. "We should dance together more often." Ian's cheeks turned red as the shyness returned to him. Instead of saying a word; he kissed her.
"For sure, and we still have things to talk about, you know," Ian said with a shrug.
“Like what?” She asked back, still in ecstasy.
“I wanted to apologize for how you saw me and Scarlett the other d-”
“I like it.”
“What?” Ian asked, shocked but not surprised. “What exactly do you like?” he got closer to her and pressed his lips to hers.
“Watching you… With others,”
“Nice kink,” he replied and kissed her roughly.
| DATE II |
Raelynn loved to dance; she esteemed to go out and party on the dance floor. When she danced nothing existed it was just her and the music. When her body moved with the sound of the music around her; she would get lost in it and stay there for hours.
Ian loved the idea of going out and just watching as she lost herself in the beat. And when she danced; he found her to be the most gorgeous and sexiest woman in all existence. Her beauty flourished when she trapped herself in her little musical haven. The sad part was she had no idea about just how hot she was on that floor to him. For once, he was the shy one; he could not speak to her at all. When she danced he felt inferior to her beauty; she was just that amazing. Ian just simply sat there down for a few drinks and just watched her.
He could sit there for days and admire the way her body reacted to the music. The way her arms moved up and down her body. Those arms; he enjoyed watching as they spun with her. Her body the way it would bend with those incredible Rae curves. His cheeks would get all red just watching wishing he were that flexible. Whenever she shook her hips; it was like torture. Most importantly, there were her legs; those legs that nailed every step; every spin in perfect motion.
The two of them have been torturing each other for a while. Any guy could have been intimate by now but he just couldn't do it. He couldn’t get himself to ask her out and just get her to bed as he had done with every other girl. His hormones would shut down; it was over from there. Believe it.
But now, she put him in the mood. If only there were a way to combine this Raelynn with the other girls that he loved so much.
"Hey Ian," Niko yelled over the loud music. "You should join her," Niko took a huge drink from his glass. Ian's eyes looked at him as if he was the craziest person he had ever met. This had to be the worst idea ever thought up; leave it to Niko. Him; dance; yeah that would be like trying to dance with a fish trapped in the desert. At least the fish would be able to flop around frantically. "What are you chicken?" His tone shifted to a childish teasing voice that irritated the hell out of him.
"No," Ian retorted. He wasn't afraid; he wasn't, Ian feared nothing but stepping on her toes. Okay so maybe he was a little scared. "It's just she's in the zone. I really shouldn't bother her." He leaned forward staring at his drink hoping Niko bought that lame excuse. To be safe, he changed the subject. "I thought you hated dancing."
"I do," Niko set his cup down after chugging the last of his drink. He ordered another round. "The loud music pisses me off. Then there is the body odor," He cringed his nose trying to ignore the smell probably. Ian had forgotten Niko's senses weren't like his.
"I only come here for Keith,"Niko said while Ian smirked at him. "Not like that pervert," He retorted. "I just couldn’t say no to him," He explained taking a drink.
"Oh, "I guess that makes sense," Ian said and returned his eyes over to the dancing Rae. No matter how hard he tried he could not get over just how sexy she was to him. The longer the night carried on, the hotter she got; he was sweating she was boiling right now. He couldn't look away though she was just amazing. He casually reached for an ice cube hoping the bartender wouldn't notice.
"Hey there Ian," Keith screamed, draping his body onto his shoulder. Ian panicked and dropped his drink all over the place. The night had become weird, and Ian no longer felt as if he was even himself anymore.
Is this a bad idea? Coming down here? Getting drunk and becoming something that he isn’t anymore?
Ian's eyes returned to Raelynn focusing on her as she swayed her hips with the music; he blushed being reminded of his problem. He reached for an ice cube but Niko stopped him. Oh man he knew; here comes the ridicule. He braced himself for the hurt. Niko was going to laugh and insult him. He just knew it.
"I'm serious," Niko set the ice cube back in the cup. "Just go up there; she doesn't bite." He ordered another drink for himself. "She may not even shy out, for all we know, she’s just… This amazing girl when she wants something. And when Raelynn is lost in music like that she won't even notice your there." He encouraged; Ian shook his head.
No way, he couldn't go out there. He would look like a total idiot and everyone would laugh at him. It wasn't like that bothered him but if it was avoidable; he'd want to avoid it. "Oh I get it now," Ian gulped as Niko smirked. Oh no, don't say it. Don't you even say it Niko? "You don't know how to dance." He said it; Ian hid his face.
‘I look like a fucking teenager right now. What is it with drinks and clubs?’
"Believe it," He sulked. "Not a single dancing bone in my body in comparison to her. That is unless you count that one dance I did at the forest of death. That was just ugh," Ian blushed regretting that he even brought it up. "I'm not sure what that was, to be honest." Ian let out a sigh; Niko began laughing at him.
"That was just stupid," He laughed harder. "I mean come on, wiggling your ass around like that." Niko wiped a few tears from his eyes from laughing so hard. "What were you trying to prove that you have the sexiest ass in Hollywood?" Ian laughed a little; well with that performance he just knew he was up there somewhere. Okay Niko, now would be a great time to start making him feel better.
"Okay," Niko urged Ian over to him. "Here's the thing about dancing," He leaned in so he could hear his advice better. He was unsure why he was even listening to him; what did Niko know about dancing? Earlier, he just admitted that he hated to dance. "It's not as complicated as it looks especially for us guys." He began. "The women do most of the work for us. All we have to do is strut our stuff and let the music guide our every move. She'll do the rest." Strut your; what now? Let the music guide you; it's music it can't take him to the Great Ian Bridge. "You're not getting any of this are you?" Ian shook his head.
"Man you're clueless." Niko whistled. "Hey Keith over here," He called out.
"I know you didn't just whistle at me," Keith stood up from his table; he marched angrily over to Niko. This was going to be bad. "I'm not your fucking dog." He pinched his ear yelling in it; Niko screamed making him let go of his ear. "What do you want Niko?” He asked.
"Dance with me," He replied bluntly; this should be good Mr. I Hate Dancing. Ian couldn't wait to watch him make a fool of himself. Keith's eyes formed a piercing glare that scared the hell out of him. Oddly Niko was unaffected; it was like he was used to facing his anger. Suddenly the two of them entered a heated argument over this. Niko was shouting, he was shouting, he shouted louder, Keith shouted louder; it was a war of words. It was times like this Ian wondered how those two must be perfect for each other.
Ian watched as those two danced together and it made him slightly jealous. He looked over at Niko and Keith who were still dancing together sharing laughter; they were cracking jokes at each other. Mr. I hate dancing, yeah right. That settles it, Ian rose to his feet. He was going to do it; how hard could it be? Ian began walking over to Raelynn taking each step nice and slow before braving a dance. He was determined to go out and dance with that Rae and face looking like an idiot. If anyone had a right to be an idiot it was him; he was a very good director. He was entitled to have moments of stupidity.
The closer he got to her; the more his heart raced. With every step he made his heart beat louder and louder. His hands started to feel sweaty; they were shaking due to his nerves. He stood in front of Raelynn as her body tortured him. The way it moved; it was getting hot, so hot.
"I ugh," Ian's cheeks turned a light red. Why was this so hard? His heart was racing so fast, his entire body so sweaty. His throat was getting dry; it felt like sand. Rae, man Rae, she was crushing this song. Her every move was flawless, she was sweating and she had no idea just how incredibly hot she was right now. Ian tugged at his jacket trying to let some air in before he braved words. Just one dance; he reasoned. He just needed one; he could handle it. After all, he had been in worse situations; he just couldn't think of any right now.
"Ah," Raelynn stumbled into his arms. His cheeks turned redder as he held her against his body catching her before she fell. He couldn't speak but he wrapped her in his arms instead. He was so nervous but holding her made his nerves calm. "Ian," She broke his embrace startled by him. Ian's eyes traced her for her next move. No, she was going to run off and hide. The dancing would stop and it would be his fault. He had to stop her; he didn't want to ruin her night with his royal screw-up.
"Easy," Ian held her once more. "It's okay Raelynn," He brought her closer to his chest. Her cheeks were so red; she was self-conscious. "Don't be embarrassed by your dancing," Ian smiled at her. "I kinda like it." Raelynn shyly buried her head on his chest; cheeks less red.
"Really," She spoke; He nodded; of course, she was like a dancing genius.
"I'm jealous," Ian's cheeks started to become red. "If I could dance like you do Raelynn. I would never stop," He tugged at his jacket. "You were looking so incredible Raelynn." He admitted; he was starting to get nervous again. He was going to shy out on her; just great, she would mock him for this.
"You like it, Ian," Raelynn fondled her fingers together. "Well um," She looked at him innocently. "If you want, I could ugh," She hid her face. "Show you." She managed.
"You'd do that?" Ian's voice filled with excitement. Hell yeah!
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Ian stopped her dancing and started kissing her hard. He grabbed her shoulders taking over the back room of the club. He didn't take his lips off hers for a second. He craved those lips and refused to stop tasting them.
"I want you Raelynn," Ian confessed finally. "I want you so bad, I can't even think about anything else." His cheeks turned red feeling guilty. "I'm sorry but it's true and I," Raelynn crushed their lips together breaking the sentence. Ian leaned into it enjoying the taste. He felt so bad about his desires. Her lips; the more he kissed them the better he felt about it.
"It's okay Ian," Raelynn's cheeks turned red only for a little while. "I-," Ian couldn't believe her actions it told him everything.
She took hold of the strap of her tank top lowering it; her consent. Ian wasted no time with this; he took that tank top off her balling it in his hand. He took her by her hips setting her on the table as he kissed her. Ian forced her mouth open with his lips and slid his tongue into their kiss. His tongue explored her mouth causing her to moan for him. He tossed the dress behind him giving her a little more of his tongue. He took hold of his shirt breaking the kiss to remove it for her. Raelynn's legs wrapped around him forcing his torso on top of her.
This action took him by surprise; Ian blushed as her hands ran across his bare sun-kissed skin feeling his chest motioning down to his lower stomach. Her touch made him tingle and it excited him. He brought his defined torso closer pushing it against her black laced bra. He brought his body nearer to hers. "Raelynn," He removed her bra and threw it behind him. He took hold of her breasts; she let out a soft moan. He pushed his body against her making that moan even louder. He wrestled with his pants finally removing them; his boxers soon followed. He took hold of her dress, tugging it as she remained lost in the kiss. Raelynn moaned within the kiss as his tongue played with her cavern.
He slipped his fingers underneath her panties. Raelynn arched inward as his fingers toyed with her. "Ah," Raelynn's reaction; her legs were aching for, him. She wanted him inside her; she was ready for it. He took his fingers out of her taking her black lace panties off in the same motion. Ian retrieved a condom from his pocket—it does seem like he was ready for it.
Raelynn clung tightly to him as he pushed inside her. Ian's eyes shut tight as he panted out of control. "Raelynn," He forced out a breath taken by this connection between them. He noticed an arch forming on her back and placed his hand there for support. Ian pushed into her harder. Eventually, his whole body tensed up as his release emerged violently. Ian's heart raced heavily taken with bliss. He leaned in as his all-time high descended. Ian panted heavily at her unable to move afterward.
"Well," She blushed under Ian.
"I had a great time, Ian," Raelynn confessed; he handed her clothes to her. "We should dance together more often." Ian's cheeks turned red as the shyness returned to him. Instead of saying a word; he kissed her.
"For sure, and we still have things to talk about, you know," Ian said with a shrug.
“Like what?” She asked back, still in ecstasy.
“I wanted to apologize for how you saw me and Scarlett the other d-”
“I like it.”
“What?” Ian asked, shocked but not surprised. “What exactly do you like?” he got closer to her and pressed his lips to hers.
“Watching you… With others,”
“Nice kink,” he replied and kissed her roughly.
