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dragonjournal) wrote2011-01-16 12:26 pm
dragonjournal) wrote2011-01-16 12:26 pm
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Bingo Spam #4
Title: Muscle Control
Prompt: Beauty
Rating: PG
Summary/Warnings: Backstory! Also, pervy thoughts. Same universe as this
Inugo was leaning against the bar when he spotted her. He and Kanhei were on leave after coming to Paris to help out the group here to take down a particularly nasty blood demon that someone had summoned.
Her hair was plastered to her cheek and sweat sparkled on her skin in the flickering lights of the club. He shifted so he could see her through the crowd. Her skirt was short, but that wasn’t what held his interest – there were a lot of girls with short skirts in the club. What kept his eyes on her was the fine muscle control she displayed with every single move on the dance floor.
The man she was dancing with ran his hands over her, and she gracefully slid away with a smile on her face. He just laughed and started dancing with her again.
Tanned skin rippled with the type of control that only an athlete would have. Inugo stopped drinking to watch her. She was beautiful.
When the song ended, she slid through the crowd, approaching the bar. Inugo kept his observation covert. She moved with the lithe gracefulness that said she knew how to move in almost any situation. He wondered if she knew martial arts, or if it was natural.
Watching her sip a drink, he decided he didn’t care and wanted only to feel her against him and watch those muscles up close and personal.
“You’re starin’.” Kanhei’s voice was loud in his ear, even over the roar of the music and crowd in the club. “You know her?” He asked.
Inugo shook his head. Every movement she made seemed as if she planned it – everything was efficient, but with a grace that had to be innate. “Not yet.” He told Kanhei. “Here, finish this.” He handed his now ignored beer to his partner and began eeling through the crowd to talk to her.
She was headed back to the floor by the time he caught her. “Hey!” He didn’t reach out for her, but the movement of her head made muscles in her back ripple in a way that dried out his throat. “Wanna dance?”
Green eyes studied him in the dim light of the club for a moment. He even watched them trace the tattoo that started on his face and wound down around his neck. “I’m Jenny.” She yelled over the music.
“Inugo.” He introduced himself, then slid his hand down her arm and took her hand. He wanted to watch those muscles up close.
Prompt: Beauty
Rating: PG
Summary/Warnings: Backstory! Also, pervy thoughts. Same universe as this
Inugo was leaning against the bar when he spotted her. He and Kanhei were on leave after coming to Paris to help out the group here to take down a particularly nasty blood demon that someone had summoned.
Her hair was plastered to her cheek and sweat sparkled on her skin in the flickering lights of the club. He shifted so he could see her through the crowd. Her skirt was short, but that wasn’t what held his interest – there were a lot of girls with short skirts in the club. What kept his eyes on her was the fine muscle control she displayed with every single move on the dance floor.
The man she was dancing with ran his hands over her, and she gracefully slid away with a smile on her face. He just laughed and started dancing with her again.
Tanned skin rippled with the type of control that only an athlete would have. Inugo stopped drinking to watch her. She was beautiful.
When the song ended, she slid through the crowd, approaching the bar. Inugo kept his observation covert. She moved with the lithe gracefulness that said she knew how to move in almost any situation. He wondered if she knew martial arts, or if it was natural.
Watching her sip a drink, he decided he didn’t care and wanted only to feel her against him and watch those muscles up close and personal.
“You’re starin’.” Kanhei’s voice was loud in his ear, even over the roar of the music and crowd in the club. “You know her?” He asked.
Inugo shook his head. Every movement she made seemed as if she planned it – everything was efficient, but with a grace that had to be innate. “Not yet.” He told Kanhei. “Here, finish this.” He handed his now ignored beer to his partner and began eeling through the crowd to talk to her.
She was headed back to the floor by the time he caught her. “Hey!” He didn’t reach out for her, but the movement of her head made muscles in her back ripple in a way that dried out his throat. “Wanna dance?”
Green eyes studied him in the dim light of the club for a moment. He even watched them trace the tattoo that started on his face and wound down around his neck. “I’m Jenny.” She yelled over the music.
“Inugo.” He introduced himself, then slid his hand down her arm and took her hand. He wanted to watch those muscles up close.