Safe, dance! (Lyric/Leo/Verity)

[Verity Bromley]

Verity had been at the Festival earlier in the day with a couple of other girls from Slytherin. The sun was beating down and paintballs were flying in all sorts of directions. She had only left a couple of hours ago to check up on the shop, and then just decided to shut it down for the night and come back to the festivities.

The sun was almost completely out of sight, but the sky still had a few streaks of red and gold. Things had definitely not died down at the festival. If anything, it was even livelier than before as there was a huge stage set up.

The music was pounding as Verity headed over to the dance floor. It was huge. She could barely see the stage but if she squinted her eyes she could swear that the guy up there looked just like Ronnie Radke. For a brief moment, Verity contemplated if she should make her way through the crowd and onto the stage. Surely if that was Ronnie the moment he saw Verity in the crowd he would stop in the middle of a song and declare his undying love for her. She considered this possibility and then looked at the crowd. It was too much for her to fight through at the moment, so she decided to let it go and just dance.

Verity had changed before coming back to the festival. As she danced, the cloth on her Purple dress moved with her and still clung to her every curve. Her silver watersnake sandals dazzled as her feet moved to the beat. Her hair was down, her curls flowing down her back. Her bracelets jangled as she waved her hand through the air. She was almost too lost in the dance to notice anyone else.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric wasn't entirely there; his mind was gone on some other level and the music was in control. This was what he wanted, to forget everything and just dance. Just live. In a crowd this size, he was nothing and nobody. He was a body, one that knew how to dance and reveled in every beat, one that bounced and swayed in unison with so many others.

He saw the girl ahead of him, dancing alone. From the back he didn't recognize her. She was a mass of brown curls and clingy purple cloth. His lips curved as he moved up behind her, already dancing even as he leaned forward, speaking loudly enough for her to hear. "Dance with me." Not a request. His hands settled at her slender waist even as he assumed her consent.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity hardly heard the voice or registered it as familiar. The music was flowing and nothing would make her stop. She didn't care. She didn't care that as some guy's hands caught her waist she pressed into him, still moving with the beat. It had been so long since she had danced. Well, danced like this at least. This was what she had missed. Since she had gotten to Hogwarts, it had been all about books, studying, and the Three Broomsticks. But now it was summer. Time to ditch the books, forget everything you've learned, and let it go. Verity lift her arm up and looped it around the guy's neck as she kept moving.

[Trent Frey]

It was that easy. Boy meets girl in a crowd and instinct takes care of the rest. Lyric's hands smoothed down to her hips, riding the motion, and he closed his eyes to just feel. It was so easy to do, so easy to wrap himself around her and move like the world outside the dance floor didn't exist. His long hair mixed with hers at the light press of his cheek to her temple. He was in this for everything he could get out of it.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity's fingers got tangled in his long hair. Normally, the fact her fingers were able to get tangled in his hair so easily might have alerted her, but it didn't. She was too far gone for that. She was feeding off the energy coming from the music and the heat that tore through her. She could feel his face pressed against her cheek and it only pulled her more into the daze. Her movements became faster, more urgent. She wasn't aware of much else, who was around them, who was looking...it was all lost to her.

[Trent Frey]

The heat of the dance, the way she touched him, the manufactured relaxation in his veins all combined to shut Lyric's thoughts down entirely. She felt so soft, so sweet, but not at all innocent, a perfect combination. His face turned slightly, and his lips pressed to her temple, then down beside her ear, her cheek, the edge of her lips. His hands firmed at her hips, still moving with the persistent beat, but his attention was divided now. This was all one sensation and nothing else mattered.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity's hips were swaying to the beat of the music as her shoulders moved loosely, following along. She tilted her head as she felt the soft pressure of her lips against her temple and turned her head ever so slightly into his kiss. It was wrong, she knew but didn't recognize. She wasn't thinking about it. Not when she was in such a trance. He eyes floated shut. The blood pounded through her matching the tempo of the music. It was a high.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric's lips captured those of the girl held so intimately against him. He teased her mouth, then parted his own, seeking a honeyed taste of her. He could have been anywhere, with anyone, but the music kept him going and through the kiss, the dance continued. There was nothing wrong with this. He was kissing a willing girl, and there was nothing wrong with finding what he liked, along with what she liked. It was a drugging kiss, there was no other way to describe it.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity turned so she was facing him. Her eyes were still closed as she welcomed the kiss. She couldn't tell if she was standing or floating at the moment. Her arms looped around his neck loosely, drawing him nearer. She never stopped moving with the music, not for a moment. Something else was pouring through her veins now: adrenaline.

[Trent Frey]

The new position only made it easier to kiss her. One of Lyric's hands rose, cupping the side of her jaw, holding her steady as he deepened the kiss. The dance was secondary now. He was hardly aware of the increasingly absent motions of his body. The kiss was intense, and the music could have been in his own mind, the beat that of his heart. He pulled her tighter against him, their motions one motion now.

[Verity Bromley]

Along with feeling like she was floating, Verity could hardly separate which movements were hers and which were his. It didn't matter. She pressed her hips against him and let them move. It had been so easy to get back into the rhythm of dancing and the kissing only made it better. But soon, Verity needed more. The kiss wasn't enough and the dancing had become something that just happened now without her having to think about it.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric's hand slipped down from the girl's waist, moving back and curving over her. His brows drew together as the motion of her hips taunted him with the promise of more. His own echoed that promise, and the kiss became more explicit in its suggestion. The hand at her jaw slid back into her hair, and then his lips left hers, seeking the curve of her neck.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity tilted her head back as he kissed her neck, taking in the much needed air. Her eyes opened slowly. She saw the shadows of an intense crowd before she saw him. Her lips curved upward as she recognized him from the other day. She was surprised, but she didn't let it show. She didn't think him to be a student, so she wasn't sure why he was there but that thought hadn't really come across her mind. She opened her lips and moved her mouth so it was next to his ear. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" She teased loud enough to be heard...but just barely.

[Trent Frey]

Lyric heard, but it took some moments for the words to find their way through the haze of his brain. As it was, his kisses continued while he considered that voice. Did he know it? He lifted his head, wide-pupiled eyes pausing before they focused on the violet ones of the girl in his arms. He recognized those eyes... When he remembered the girl in the alley he blinked slowly, then began to reevaluate whether he wanted to be here.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity noticed that look in her eyes and she realized she shouldn't have spoken. Just dance. She reminded herself. That was what she had come there to do anyways. That's what she was doing. She became aware suddenly of how close they were standing, that there wouldn't possibly be any way to stand any closer. She looked at him with her big bright eyes pleading for him to stay, just a little bit longer.