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shexwritesTitle: Bass Line
Fandom: Anita Blake/Mystery Guy
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Summary: Liz and a friend go out for a night at a club
Word Count: 180
The lights in the club were dim, giving the club a more intimate feel, both for those at tables and those on the dance floor. The pounding bass gave the brunette the perfect beat to writhe and sway to, body pressed back against her partner. Strong hands held her hips, not to hinder any sway or tease againstwith him but as claim that she was his. For this dance. For tonight. His. Her head rested back against his shoulder, long neck stretched out to the partner who moved with a liquid grace that matched hers easily. His head lowered to nip and kiss along the offered skin, pulling soft, low sounds from her. She rose one hand up, wrapping it back around his neck and threaded her fingers through his blond hair, soft scrapes of nails here and there to his scalp. Neither noticed some of the hungry stares people were giving them, though neither would really care if they were to notice. Liz and her partner just wanted this, to dance and feel the music with their bodies.
Fandom: Anita Blake/Mystery Guy
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Summary: Liz and a friend go out for a night at a club
Word Count: 180
The lights in the club were dim, giving the club a more intimate feel, both for those at tables and those on the dance floor. The pounding bass gave the brunette the perfect beat to writhe and sway to, body pressed back against her partner. Strong hands held her hips, not to hinder any sway or tease againstwith him but as claim that she was his. For this dance. For tonight. His. Her head rested back against his shoulder, long neck stretched out to the partner who moved with a liquid grace that matched hers easily. His head lowered to nip and kiss along the offered skin, pulling soft, low sounds from her. She rose one hand up, wrapping it back around his neck and threaded her fingers through his blond hair, soft scrapes of nails here and there to his scalp. Neither noticed some of the hungry stares people were giving them, though neither would really care if they were to notice. Liz and her partner just wanted this, to dance and feel the music with their bodies.
