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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 22:51:28 GMT -5
Dare could still hear the music, but it could have been a figment of his imagination for all he cared. His focus was on the motions of his mouth against Michael's exposed neck, on unerringly finding that spot he had so well memorized. It was easy to be nowhere but the moment, and so the club, the patrons, and even the bar was forgotten. Dare was far too busy teasing himself and Michael into slow madness.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 22:55:48 GMT -5
Michael's knees felt week when Dare's lips brushed that spot that hadn't been touched in weeks. His lips parted and he reached blindly to set his water down so he could put his other hand to Dare's waist. He hadn't forgotten they were in the club, but he was close, and he wasn't yet willing to pull away from Dare and insist they go somewhere out of the way.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 23:01:06 GMT -5
Dare's mind was completely gone, every thought abandoning him as his blood rushed elsewhere. He couldn't keep up the slow pace he'd started at, though. It had been far too long and his control was almost nonexistent. He concentrated on that spot against Michael's neck, and one of his hands lifted from the counter to settle at Michael's side. It couldn't stay still though, and he didn't want it to. He wanted to touch and taste everything Michael would let him get away with.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 23:05:20 GMT -5
"Dare," Michael gasped after another few moments. He didn't think there was going to be any stopping them, but he wasn't about to do anything more where they were. "We should," he started, then moved his hand to Dare's. "We should find somewhere else," he finished, however much he would rather have stayed there and let Dare do whatever he wanted.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 23:09:55 GMT -5
It took the light pressure of Michael's hand to surface Dare enough to understand what he was saying. He gave a low groan and just one more brief kiss before bringing his lips up to Michael's ear. "Home?" he asked softly. He didn't move, though. He couldn't bear to move away, and home seemed so far when Michael was right here.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 23:13:05 GMT -5
"Anywhere," Michael answered, voice nearly cracking. "Just want to be alone with you," he said, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to gain some kind of control over weak legs so that he could go wherever Dare led. Home was so far away, but if they were home they wouldn't have to worry about anything, they could enjoy being together as long as they wanted to.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 23:20:52 GMT -5
A low groan escaped Dare's lips, and a shiver ran up his spine from that one word. Anywhere. His mind started racing with thoughts of dragging Michael into some empty hallway or abandoned stairwell, just taking him, but it had been so long and he knew it wouldn't be enough. "Home," he managed. "Now." There was a sense of urgency in the word, and Dare made good on it, catching Michael's hand tightly in his. "We can apparate from outside." There had to be an open space somewhere between the club and home!
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 24, 2009 23:24:27 GMT -5
Michael nodded and squeezed Dare's hand before they started making their way back to the door. He ran through his mind the way home to try to think of anywhere outside of the club they could apparate from. His mind lit on a hidden alley between two buildings that he was sure they wouldn't be seen in. It would be just a few minutes, and they would be home, they could do whatever they wanted.
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