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He'd been lounging there sideways in the arm chair, feet over the opposite armrest, fuckin watching her work for what seemed like forever already, with her head bent as she figured shit out that was way beyond his grasp - or he was too disinterested to give a damn. Either way.
Another few ticks on that damn clock and he threw the stupid squishy stress ball as hard as he could right passed her ear to THUNK against the wall and bounce right off back into his hand.
She was irritated, of course. Wasn't that always his goal? She's hot when she's pissed, who could blame him? So he grinned at her when she turned around to glare at him, those sexy sharp eyes of hers. Naturally, she quipped something snarky or clever or -- I mean, he wasn't even listening, but he was sure it was one of those.
He leapt up and strolled over, laid his hands on her shoulders with a few nice squeezes and lowered his voice all sexy soft, lowered his mouth near her ear. "C'mon, babe, you're always workin too hard. Let's get the fuck outta here and have some fun." Mmm, okay so he couldn't help that his mouth lowered a little more, hovering so damn close to her neck. God, that'd be nice to kiss, but he'd probably die. Meaning she'd kill him. And yeah, yeah. He knew she wasn't his babe or anything, but fuck, she's the closest damn thing he's got so whatever. Plus, she's totally fuckin hot.
Anyway.
So he dragged her ass out. Didn't even tell her where they were going. Maybe she knew somehow anyway, she's a bit tricky like that, but either way he stopped them at the giant doors to a giant castle. Or maybe it was a house. It was like a castle-house or some shit. Super fuckin huge.
Yeah, but right. So they got there and he pulled out masks. Well, she'd already gotten one on over eyes, cute damn thing too but he wasn't gonna tell her that. He pulled out the two he got, half ski-mask-type things, slid behind her and strapped it on over her mouth before she could bitch at him for it or question any of it.
All she got from him next was a flash of teeth behind a half-cocked grin before he disappeared behind his own mask. It covered his mouth too, of course, and both of them were just flat black, his shining black eyes still clearly on display. He tipped his chin at her mouth, "Leave that on." Then he snatched her hand and lead them inside, pushed them through the crowd of idiots.
He found a fairly spacious spot and paused, surveying the gig. What the fuck was this music, anyway? He grimaced, let his eyes make a full circle before they landed on Heartfire again with a slow, wicked smirk, glittering eyes giving him away.
"This place is shit, babe. C'mon. We gonna fix it."
And with one goal in mind, he clutched her hand and made a bee-line for it.
Ughhhh, but he stopped them when the music died, sharp eyes flying right to the culprit above them. And man, he thought his Dagger had a stick up her ass. She ain't got a damn thing on that bitch up there. She needed to get laid ten years ago, fuck. I mean, he could help her out, but he's a little busy with his gorgeous Dagger just then.
But he listened through it. As she droned on.
And on.
And omfg on and on.
Yeah, fuck this.
He clung to his babe's hand and dragged her forward again.
Straight for the DJ. And what timing! He was alerted to hit it up again by MissQueenlyStickUpHerAss up there. Dov leaned over the guy's setup, slipping (a lot of) money to him and telling him what he needed to know.
"And play it LOUD. I'm fuckin serious, turn that shit UP!" -- click
Dovev grinned over his shoulder at Heartfire, eyes smiling in that way they do, dimples hiding behind his mask but she'd seen them plenty of times already. He stopped short, jerked her up against him and touched her cheek, eyes softening on her. He leaned in, whispered, "We gonna fix it. Let's bring the fuckin party, babe." And his hand at her cheek flipped her mask on so the LEDs lit up bright, wicked sexy cat whiskers and mouth lighting across hers. -- click
His eyes fell to check out the handiwork, black eyes dancing, then his head tipped back with a rich laugh. So fuckin perfect! He clicked his on too, mouth full of fangs flaring to life, tapped her cute nose and lead her out to dance.
And he wasn't givin' up her hand either.
Instead, he got them started, body rolling with the music, a few times in one direction, nice and smoooooth. Then he shifted his weight and did the other direction, eyes on Heartfire the whole time, damn determined to get her to dance with him. What? She's fuckin hot.
You know what.
This shit gets so much better.
He paused again, dropped her hand just long enough to cup his hands around his mouth and shout "FLASH MOB!!!!" Just as he did, some tall, slender guy in a lavender suit and stark-white wings landed beside him with the whitest damn smile, seriously. Whitest damn hair too, all tousled kinda like Dov's black hair, and laughing grey eyes.
Hahaha, then the kid was rolling to it right next to him. Hell yeah! That's much better!
Mission accomplished.
Flash mob.
He claimed Heartfire's hand again and kept that party goin with the hottest chick there. Or the only one he was lookin at, anyway. But same thing.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
