"De nada," Brock said to Colin as he took back his phone while Chance draped herself more over him.  "Far be it for me to stand in the way of a good dance."<br/><br/>The more Chance touched him, the more everything else dwindled away.  He was a touch drunk and she made it easy to put aside all that stuff about supernatural beings and magical bars.  And under his suit, he was solid, dense, and hard.  It was one of the reasons his patron liked him so well - he liked tough guys who were physically fit, who cut a certain look in a uniform, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  Brock had that.<br/><br/>"That's true, you do take a chance, just the same if you meet someone at church..." he breathed as she pressed herself against him.<br/><br/>Then they were kissing.  One of his hands slipped and held her backside firmly, pressing her hips against hers, where she would feel his sex hardening against her belly.  The other hand put itself into her hair at the back of her head, and he pressed her backwards with the kiss, making it deep, all of mixed breath and the warmth of their tongues, almost lifting her up because - reflexively - he knew that many women liked men like him because of their physical strength, so he made it so she was barely on her feet as they were pressed together.  He paused, broke the kiss, then kissed her from another angle, the hand on the curve of her backside going around her waist and picking her up.  It was all a little more public than he was used to, but he didn't care, because he'd wanted to kiss her all night.  And he wanted to forget the things he did that made his hands bloody, and the person he had become when he wasn't looking.  That's why he came to the bar.  He hadn't expected to pick up someone as lovely as Chance, but ignoring his emotions in sex had been his plan from the start.<br/><br/>He moved a few steps towards the stairs before setting her down.  He broke the kiss, breathed, "Which room is yours?  Take me there.  Right now."