The days went by better than she’d have thought they would. All of her preliminary doubts seemed to go out the window, falling into a natural sort of step with Athan. Spending their time together felt right, felt better. They’d come up with a few ideas for their dance, but even when not talking about something for work, they were able to enjoy each other’s company. Admittedly, they didn’t spend…too much time on the dance, but what they did was productive.<br/><br/>Now they had the meeting with the director, and she was a little nervous. The last time he’d approached her with the offer, and now she was approaching him with three ideas, a dance with Athan, a dance with Colt, and a dance with them both. Though she thought her reception into the dance world had been a good one, she didn’t want to assume he’d want to continue using her if a better face came along. Trying to put her best foot forward, she wore something other than her usual dance attire, opting for a pencil skirt, heels, and a shirt; Simple, though she thought it looked more business-like than her usual.<br/><br/>“They’ll like the ideas, right?” she asked Athan when they got there, fidgety, heart going a mile a minute. “Do they normally go for this sort of thing? What if they say no?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">The days were almost too good to be true. Together they laughed, joked, held one another and he was able to enjoy this part of life. It was almost a shame for them to have to leave their own personal world and return to the real world. <br/><br/>Dressed in his usual attire of a suit, only this time without the tie, “What is there not to like?” he said with complete confidence. “One you are talented and beautiful,” he stated with a quick peck on the lips. “These dances will only bring them more money and a greater fan base, so it is a win win for them,” another kiss and a hug given this time. “Please try and relax,” he implored. <br/><br/>“Well well, look at who is all chummy chummy now,” Colt said as he approached the pair. “I take it the weekend was...kind...for the two of you?” <br/><br/>Athan sighed and rolled his eyes but gave a smile, “Yes, it was. How was your weekend?” <br/><br/>“It was productive though not as productive as your's have been....” he looked between the pair and smirked. <br/><br/>“You ready to put on your A-game for this dance pitch?” Athan asked. <br/><br/>“Of course. Are you?” <br/><br/>At that Athanase merely sighed and instead held the door open for Tempest. Colt shot him a look that basically stated they would have words later. A lot of words. Athan could already tell what would be the focus of the conversation. Whether or not he had told her what he was, whether or not he was going to tell her or was this some kind of immortal fling. Athan was not sure any of that was his business, but he knew that Colt would not let up until he got some form of answers.</span><br/><br/>Athan’s confidence was reassuring to some degree, though her own worries continued to linger despite his words. The kisses brought a smile to her lips, as did the hug, returning it with a small, nervous smile of her own.<br/><br/>…And then another joined the party and the nerves left to be replaced by slight annoyance. Something about the way Colt spoke was grating, the conversation between the two tense. Yes, he’d spoken about the pair, but it was clearly directed at Athan. The smirk was met with an eye roll, stepping through the offered door and heading for the director’s office, greeting him with a smile and a light hug, lowering into the middle seat.<br/><br/>At least there, she could separate them a bit more and guarantee that the topic would remain on the civil, professional side.<br/><br/>For all their sakes.<br/><br/>“So!” the director greeted them jovially, having given them each a hand shake when they entered before settling down behind his desk. “What did you want to talk about? Not thinking of leaving me for another company, are you?” he joked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Hardly, you know there is no one out there willing to put up with me and my attitude,” Athan replied with a smile. <br/><br/>“Plus, I just got here. Would make no sense for me to try and leave,” Colt answered with a chuckle. <br/><br/>“Instead, well we had an idea about what we wanted to try and do,” Athan took up the conversation. “A series of dances....” he looked to Tempest to elaborate.</span><br/><br/>The director loosed a hearty laugh at Athan’s words, nodding though not adding to it as he knew everyone in the room wouldn’t dispute it. And Colt, too, was right. But the proposition of a series of dances…that caught his interest from the getgo. Instantly his full attention was on them and the conversation, not on his list of things needing to be done. That could all wait in lue of what may or may not be said.<br/><br/>“Right,” Tempest chimed in, nodding as her attention diverted to the director. “We’d gone to dinner and started talking… The dances would be of our own creation, not something choreographed by anyone else. All us.” A pause as she glanced between the two. “One dance would be between Athanase and I, another with Colt and I, and the third with all three of us. Each would be different, completely so as it’s dependent on what each pairing (or triplet) comes up with, from the music to the moves…”<br/><br/>Where the director looked deep in thought, but wasn’t objecting, she continued. “We’re looking at…come performance time, to have them separately, not all on one night. At least one week in between each so that there’s time to drill each dance so that it’s flawless come showtime. And, the rehearsals would be alternating; Athan and I Mondays and Thursdays, with Colt and I on Tuesdays and Fridays. Wednesday would be our day off, and we wouldn’t work weekends. Only that hell week before would that be ‘rule’ be broken…”<br/><br/>Again, she glanced between the two as the Director leaned back in his chair, face contemplative. “Anything to add?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Each male shared a look and then shook their heads, “No. That is pretty much the gist of it. I mean, we know you have other dancers, a whole company of them, but we know each other and we know that we could really produce something amazing for you. If given the chance of course.” Athanase spoke for the pair of them while he waited for the director to give a final answer. There was the urge to hold Tempest's hand, just as a bit of physical reassurance, but he was not sure how that would look in front of the director. At least not at that moment.</span><br/><br/>It took everything in her to not tap her foot out of nervous habit, hands clasping and unclasping in her lap while she waited for the final verdict.<br/><br/>“I don’t see why not!” he finally replied with a broad smile. “I’m glad that it worked out between you three, even if someone started a little…stubborn…” There was a pointed look at Athan, but left at that. “And you two are okay with her time being divided? She’s going to have to learn an extra dance where you two will have one less. That won’t be a problem, will it?”<br/><br/>He’d caught a glimpse of how they’d interacted the one day the three had had a tense conversation on the stage, a tense rehearsal. While he was mostly joking, if it was going to cause drama he’d nip it in the bud now.<br/><br/>“I assure you, they’ll be fine,” Tempest spoke for them. “We’ve even taken to meeting outside the company, to get better acquainted and form stronger bonds. I think that speaks volumes from where we were initially.”<br/><br/>“And you won’t need any other dancers? No choreographers? Just the costuming, lighting, etc?”<br/><br/>“Exactly. We’ll be low maintenance over all, as that will come into play far later,” she answered without missing a beat. “Not unless we need any set, but even that we won’t know until further down the road.”<br/><br/>He regarded her for a moment, before his eyes gravitated to Colt, who’d remained mostly silent. “Do you have anything to add?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Colt looked from the director to Athan and Tempest, then back again. “No not really. It was my idea to meet outside of the theater, I am just glad the two of them took to the idea so well,” another look at the two of them along with a smile. “I am just eager to get out there and be the star of something instead of just an understudy to a star, you know?”</span><br/><br/>Tempest had to squelch the urge to say something right then, hair on the back of her neck standing on end. And, the Director noticed it, noticed her tension, and his remark of them taking to it so well. Where their relationship had been getting better the more they danced, he was obviously talking about something else.<br/><br/>“Completely understandable,” he replied, though he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Let me be frank. I know Athan’s reputation. I know your dislike of him. And I know something else is going on here that someone’s not copping to.” He paused, looking at each person in turn. “If whatever it is can be used to fuel your dance as your motivation, then I don’t care. If it disrupts work, and everything else here, I’m putting a stop to it, to all of it, regardless of who specifically caused it.”<br/><br/>Another pause, his eyes in a dead pan. “Understood?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Perfectly,” both men said in unison. “Our careers and reputation with not only this company but others is at stake here,” Athanase spoke for the both of them. “We would rather not ruin our chances with any behavior that would shine a negative light on us,” he sought to assure the director, with a silent promise to later punch Colt in the mouth to try and knock some of his teeth out.</span><br/><br/>“Good,” he replied with a nod. “Then when do you start working and how far out do you think the performances will start? I need to know when not to plan another performance or book one of our traveling affiliates.”<br/><br/>He looked to Tempest, who in turn, looked between them, uncertain of when the actual plan was to start.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Another shared look and it was Colt that spoke up this time, “We should need about three weeks to get at least the two dances figured out. As for the one that we will be doing as a trio, that one is going to take a bit more time. We will be sure to let you know about it before anything happens on that front.” A wink and a playful smile given to assure the director that they would not cause him too much grief. <br/><br/>“Does all of that sound good?” Athanase asked.</span><br/><br/>He nodded, the smile returning to his face. “Sounds good!”<br/><br/>Tempest smiled, a breath of relief falling free as she almost noticeably relaxed into her chair. “You really shouldn’t be so nervous,” the director joked, chuckling at her. “I’m glad you all got along so well and want to perform again! Truth be told, I’d been thinking of what I could put you in, so it works out, right?” Eyes skipping between the three, “Was there anything else that you needed?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">As there was nothing else to settle, the meeting ended with hearty handshakes, warm embraces and the trio outside together. Colt looked from one to the other and then back again, his eyes left on Tempest though his words were for Athan. “I at least hope that you did not use some cheesy line, like I need to use the bathroom, do you mind if I come upstairs for a bit?” Words were said in a manner to tease and taunt, though Athan was not amused at all by it. He was sure Tempest was not either. <br/><br/>“Are we really going to have to deal with this? You heard the director, this is not some fun and games bullshit. If we fuck up it will ruin our careers,” Athan spoke with an exasperated sigh and his arm moved to drape over Tempest's shoulder in a casual manner. <br/><br/>“Right right...but whatever the two of you are doing, is perfectly fine and can't possibly ruin our careers,” he shot back, gaze just now left Tempest to lock with the equally intense gaze of Athanase.</span><br/><br/>As they left, she knew something was going to be said. Colt wasn’t the most subtle person in the world, not from what she’d seen. And his jab in front of the director spoke volumes, more so than what he’d already said to them even before the meeting started. So, when he started in, she narrowed her eyes, arms crossing as her shoulders became more rigid.<br/><br/>“Yes, because this will be what ruins our careers. Right,” she shot back, even if he no longer looked at her. “Your cocky attitude will ruin any of this well before anything<span style="font-style: italic">we</span>do.” Stepping out of Athan’s arm just so she could get a little closer to Colt, to make proper eye contact, even if he could, in theory, look over her head at Athanase anyway, she squared her shoulders. “You can’t possibly tell me, if roles were reversed, that things would be different to you.” Not even necessarily involving her, she merely spoke to this thing he seemed to have against this whole thing.<br/><br/>“In order to have this work, you need to trust me,” Tempest continued, imploring to the better nature that she hoped Colt had. “If any dance of ours is going to work, you need to trust I wouldn’t ruin your career. You need to trust I wouldn’t jeopardize that. You need to trust me.” She paused. “Please.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Shamed and again regretful for his actions, a sigh and he looked away then back. “You are right. I am....concerned is all,” he tried to explain a small shrug given. “Please, accept my apology and forgive me for my behavior. I trust you and I hope for you to learn to trust me as well,” he said with a slight bow of his head. <br/><br/>When he was once again standing at his full height he looked to Athan, “I am sorry for being so rude to you too. Perhaps, I am just jealous that the better man won out?” he said with a smirk. “So, dinner on me again?”</span><br/><br/>She didn’t say anything right off, contemplating what he’d said, feeling as though this was some weird de ja vu. They’d already lived through this, hadn’t they? Done the “I’m sorry, forgive me” talk and gone to dinner to make up for it, to get to know one another. To say she was skeptical was an understatement.<br/><br/>Even if he were looking at Athan, she answered. “Where would it be this time…hypothetically speaking?” Her voice was thoughtful, though unsure. The idea of trusting someone who said they trusted her (but obviously didn’t) and trying to take it from the beginning a second time…Jealousy or not, she wasn’t sure how it’d go.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“A bit less formal, a place where we can just sit back, relax and have a home cooked meal,” a look to Tempest and he winked. “A place where you can get a couple of pints into Athan and watch him act the fool,” he teased and Athan sighed. <br/><br/>“Last time we did that, there were cops involved and I believe you are banned from returning to that country,” Athan replied with a crooked smile. <br/><br/>“Look that was a misunderstanding between myself and the Mayor's cocky ass son,” he laughed and pushed his way between the two of them to throw his arms about both. “So, shall we?” he asked the pair. <br/><br/>Athan looked past Colt to Tempest with an arched brow, as if to see what she wanted to do.</span><br/><br/>Again, she took time to consider whether or not she wanted to go out right then. Eyes meeting Athan’s, she gave a look, a sort of implied shrug, but put a smile on her face and nodded to Colt. “I believe we shall,” she replied with a broader smile.<br/><br/>If they couldn’t make it passed the brief asshole moments, how were they going to be able to dance? After all, the jealousy admittance was more than most would do and that had to count for something, right? “Where is this place, anyway? Within walking distance?”<span style="font-style: italic">And, by walking distance, I mean only a couple blocks; I didn’t plan on walking when I got ready for this meeting…</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Colt gave her a once over and smirked, “Mmm yes, sexy heels, equals sexy legs. Lucky for you it is only a few blocks, though I am sure that if you were to get tired I or Athan would be more than happy to carry you.” <br/><br/>Brows waggled and joined with a wink, before he departed from between the two and began to stride ahead, “Come along now! If we take too long we miss the best beer and songs!” <br/><br/>A sigh and slight shake of his head is all that Athan did before he slipped his arm about Tempest's waist and held her close, “You know he is right....” He looked down into her eyes and smiled, “ I would gladly carry you if your feet began to hurt.” The gaze held a moment longer, before he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. It lasted a heartbeat more than it needed too, but to Athan every moment was worth it. <br/><br/>“Shall we?” he asked and offered her his arm.</span><br/><br/>Though she laughed off Colt’s words, there was a slight blush, a hand brushing back some of the loose hairs, not sure how to respond. Instead, she chose to focus on Athan, and his smile, his eyes and his words. “I’ll have to keep that in mind,” she replied with a smile, returning the kiss and taking his arm, falling into step beside him. “Might have to take you up on that…Not that I’m worried about my feet hurting; Just wanted to know how far it was.”<br/><br/>Part of her wanted to say something about how long the kiss was, that they shouldn’t rub it in Colt’s face, but…she liked the kiss, so it wasn’t as though she were put out by it. Making a mental note to talk about it later, she changed her train of thought to this “beer and songs” idea. “So, Colt,” she spoke while they walked. “What sort of songs are we talking about? Irish drinking ones? Or drunken karaoke?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“A bit of both?” Colt called back over his shoulder to Tempest. “But, let's be honest any chance to see Athan singing his heart out in anyway shape or form is worth a block or two,” he said with a hearty laugh. <br/><br/>Athan could swear that the wolf was bi-polar and suffered from some kind of emotional disturbance with how he bounced from one emotion to the next. It must be something to do with being a werewolf, the emotions and constant unbalance nature. Must be like a constant struggle when he thought about it, to try and control a beast that was wild and desperate for freedom. In a way Colt had his own demons, his own hunger to deal with. <br/><br/><br/>The walk to the pub was short, perhaps due to the fact that colt continued to turn around and crack jokes or make other such comments. When they arrived, the rambunctious crowd shouted Colt's name and he was ushered in straight to the bar, which left Athan and Tempest to navigate their way to a booth in the back. Which, despite the fact that the crowd was thick and tightly pressed, it parted like so much a sea of bodies in the face of Athan. It would only take for a patron to meet Athan's gaze and they would suddenly be motivated to get out of their way. <br/><br/>At the booth, Athan allowed Tempest to sit first and removed his jacket before he took a seat across from her. Menus were brought over by the waitress who promised to return quickly for their drink orders. <br/><br/>“I have to say that this place is very typical Colt...” Athan smirked and just shrugged. “So, what do you think you will have?”</span><br/><br/>The walk was short, but entertaining. Colt’s jokes, even if he’d been angered only moments before, kept her laughing the entire way. But, even behind the laugh, her mind tried to understand what it was that made him…flip like that.<br/><br/>Since they’d met, it was a roller coaster ride. One moment, he’d be fine, and the next he’d be his asshole self. One moment he was charming, and the next he spoke without seemingly thinking. Tempest was never sure which Colt she’d get at any given moment, but she was trying.<br/><br/>Once they got to the pub, they got separated, his name shouted loud, proud, and slightly slurred by the patronage so she stayed close to Athan, following behind as the sea of bodies parted.<span style="font-style: italic">I’ll have to learn that trick…</span>she thought idly, wondering how he’d managed to get them to move without so much as a word uttered; With her, she’d have to shout, and do the awkward “I’m not intentionally touching you, so stop trying to dance on me” scoot between bodies.<br/><br/>Sliding into the seat, she smiled over at Athan, not even looking at the drink menu yet, figuring on trying an on-tap beer for once. “So, how long have you actually known him?” Temp asked curiously. “I mean, you both seem to know a lot about each other, even if he’s been…following you from place to place,” she added with a slight grin.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Athan mulled over his answer for a bit before he nodded, “For a while...” <br/><br/>He sighed, “When we were both young and very stupid men. If I were to admit it honestly, he is more like a brother that I never wanted.” <br/><br/>It was the truth. At every turn in his life there had been Colt, more than once the main reason why he got into trouble and yet also the means of him getting out of trouble. “He has his flaws, so much passion and emotions right there on the surface. He never really learned to control it, but his heart is always in the right place, you know?”</span><br/><br/>“You know…” she started, regarding him thoughtfully. “For someone who claims he’s like the brother you never wanted, you talk about him in such a way that speaks to the opposite…” Though Athan had initially turned tense when Colt made his presence known the night she and he met, this was a view she’d not have expected from him. They always seemed to hate each other, but then, here was Athan, offering this deeper look into things?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And they say women are confusing…</span><br/><br/>She thought about adding something else, but the waitress came back for their drink orders, as promised. “I’ll think I’ll try something on tap. Lighter brew if you have it?” Temp asked, trusting the girl’s judgement. “What about you, Athan?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“A darker Ale,” he ordered then waited for the waitress to leave before he continued the conversation. “You've seen him in action and when he goes through these....bouts of crazy. Imagine that in the most inopportune time and then no...well you to act as a buffer or anything like that? No means to get him out of that mindset when he gets all worked up. Would you not come to dread when he showed up?”  he asked with an arched brow.</span><br/><br/>“I wouldn’t say what I’ve seen is a ‘bout of crazy’,” she replied with a shrug. “To be honest, what you two have doesn’t seem like ‘dread’, and you both go through these mood swings of ‘I can’t stand him’ to ‘weird camaraderie thing’ in the blink of an eye.; ‘Loathing’ to a sort of ‘caring’.” Her head tilted a bit, brow lifting a fraction. “That alone speaks volumes.<br/><br/>“And I wouldn’t speak of him in such an understanding, relatable, ‘I’ve been there, too’ manner, like you did just a moment ago.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“You are very observant, Tempest,” he said just as the drinks arrive. “I am sure you have heard that many a times before,” a smirk given before he raised his glass to her. “Nothing in particular, just you know a toast...”<br/><br/>Out of nowhere it would seem that Colt appeared with his own glass practically over flowing, “Aye! Another toast to new beginnings and old friends!” he shouted and the bar patrons raised their glasses to join in the impromptu toast.</span><br/><br/>Her lips pulled into a grin, with a coy air and a wink, lifting her own glass only to fairly jump at the suddenty of Colt’s appearance, dissolving into laughs as she nodded. “Aye!” she chimed in, before taking a sip of her beer.<br/><br/>…And subsequently trying not to wince at the taste. Beer wasn’t her favorite drink, but, like all others, she’d give it a whirl. Besides, it’d keep her from drinking too much too fast like she had the champagne. “Seems you’ve got quite the following, Colt,” Tempest joked as her glass was replaced on the table. “Is it for your drunken singing, or are you a bar-top dancer?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">He grinned and waggled his eyebrows, “No, I think it is just more of my charm. And the fact that there is not one in here that can even hold a candle to me and my drinking!” <br/><br/>The crowd cheered in agreement. <br/><br/>“See? Mostly my charm though, as you know when I am not shoving my foot so far down my throat I can taste the shoe leather,” he chuckled and began to drain his glass. <br/><br/>“That is the understatement of the century....” Athan remarked with a wink to Tempest before he drank his own Ale. “Not bad for a local pub, I have had better,” comment meant mostly to get a rise out of Colt than anything else.<br/><br/>“Hey! I handpicked most of what is on tap!”<br/><br/>“Did you now? That explains a lot, we better order more as it is bound to be weak and taste more like water than anything else,” another wink given to Tempest while Colt pretended to fume over it.</span><br/><br/>“Wait wait wait!” Tempest interjected. “You can be<span style="font-style: italic">charming</span>?! I thought you only had the one setting, and that was why you had such impeccable shoes! You know…so you like what you eat so frequently…” Pretending to be shocked, she clutched at her chest. “I don’t even know what to think of this! Athan, did you slip something into my drink? This is unbelievable!”<br/><br/>She managed to hold it for a good bit, the shocked demeanor, before the light giggles started, stifled behind a hand. “As for this being the weak stuff…makes sense…I mean, Colt is so weak and all…surprised he can lift himself up to a standing position; how can we expect him to hold his booze?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“I am the very model of charming!” Colt protested though a smile was plastered firmly on his face. <br/><br/>The good nature ribbing and insults made Athan smile, this was a setting he had not thought he would ever be a part of. A loner since his sire, Athan had never sought out this friendship or bond with another. His sire had been a letdown and left the thought of <span style="font-style: italic">family</span> a sour one on the back of his tongue. All he thought he needed was himself and no one else. <br/><br/>Yet, after he talked to Tempest about Colt, he realized that he had not truly be alone. The obnoxious, arrogant, know it all jerk was his friend. At least in some way shape or form. This group was what he had wanted, but had never admitted to himself that he did. <br/><br/>“There is not much that Colt can hold,” he added to the jabs and took the punch to his shoulder without so much as a flinch.</span><br/><br/>“I still don’t believe it,” she insisted, shaking her head before taking another sip off of her beer and shaking her head at him.<br/><br/>Standing up, she poked at his chest playfully before crossing her arms and looking as dignified as possible. “I need proof!” Temp exclaimed before looking back to Athan. “Athanase is the gentleman. You, sir, are a cad! I need proof that you are what you claim to be, and need proof of this charming gene you seem to keep hidden!”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Challenge accepted,” he said and set his beer down. Back to them now, he looked about the room for a target. To be fair it would not be one of the regulars, as they would really be too easy. Instead he landed his gaze on a group of women who had came in after his rather robust welcome. With a wink to Tempest and Athan, he left the table to go over to his target table. <br/><br/>“Oh, excuse me ladies,” he said when he approached. “I do hate to interrupt you all on your evening out, but I was just wondering if either of you could help me with something?”  he asked. <br/><br/>“Depends on what you are asking for..” one of them said. <br/><br/>“Of course, well you see I saw the group of you from across the bar there and I just could not stop myself from coming over and asking if there was even a small chance that one of you would join me for a drink? I am trying to not look like the fool that I sure I am. Honestly if I thought that could pull off properly approaching one of you for a legitimate chance. You are all too beautiful for me, but I thought that maybe if I asked this way I could at least have a small chance....” he said with a small smile.</span><br/><br/>As his back was turned, she looked over at Athan with a sort of smirk, leaning back over to steal a quick kiss, looking back just in time to catch the wink and watch him leave. Pulling Athan up from the booth so that she could lean into him while observing nonchalantly, she tilted her head to the side, curious as to whether or not whatever he was doing would work.<br/><br/>The ladies had been deep in their conversations, laughing over some other poor sap’s terrible pick up line, the lot of them noting Colt and his good looks, but waiting for a slurred line instead.<br/><br/>After he’d finished speaking, the women started speaking behind their hands to one another, eyeing him before one stepped forward, the rest shh-ing each other as she cleared her throat. “…You have a small chance…” she answered, glancing back at her friends, before back to him with a small smile of her own. “But it’s just big enough that I’ll accept the offer.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Athan's arms wrapped about her waist and held her close, Colt and what he did was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead his lips traced a path along her shoulder to her neck, teeth quick to give soft nibble amongst the kisses he also gives her. <br/><br/>“You place, or mine tonight?” he asked in a soft whisper. <br/><br/><br/>Colt smiled and held out his hand, “Then I am indeed very lucky and pleased this evening. My name is Colt, by the way. Do I have the honor of knowing your name?”</span><br/><br/>“I don’t even know why you’d want to go back to mine,” she replied with a whisper, melting into him with a soft sigh. A shiver tripped up her spine as she struggled to keep her train of thought in line. “My walls are so thin…and your bed is…far bigger than mine…”<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, Colt’s smile had this girl weak in the knees, her hand taking hold of his, heart pounding a mile a minute. “It’s Sarah,” she replied, trying to sound as confident as she could, hoping the nerves didn’t make her voice sound off. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Colt.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“What if I want them to hear....” he practically purred against her ear. “I love how loud you get when I kiss and nibble in certain places....” his hands moved along her form. “Plus....we don't really need a bed....” he took a sharp nip at her shoulder. Already, he wanted to leave this place and enjoy her company and her company alone. <br/><br/><br/>“No no Sarah,” he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of  it. “The pleasure is most certainly mine,” he replied with a soft whisper. “Now that I have you away from your friends....care to dance?” <br/><br/>To say that he was not charming was to say he was not a wolf and could not shift into a beast that was capable of immense destruction. Charming was his bread and butter, what he relied on more than his other skills to get what he needed and wanted out of life. A smile here, a gesture there and he had most people eating out of the palm of his hand. Not charming....the very thought was laughable.</span><br/><br/>There was a light blush that crept into her cheeks at the talk of being heard, unsure of what her neighbors would think if they suddenly heard what they were doing, how they were doing it. She’d tried to keep quiet more often than not, even if it was incredibly hard when she wanted to scream his name, moan it loudly. And his comment about the bed had her groaning a bit, turning just enough to steal another kiss.<br/><br/><br/>Sarah’s tongue darted out over her lips as his lips pressed into the back of her hand. Without even a second thought of her friends, she nodded. “Lead the way?” Dancing meant being close. Being close meant feeling his body more thoroughly. Feeling his body meant…possibilities.<span style="font-style: italic">I just hope my apartment is clean.</span><br/><br/>Then, as an afterthought, seeing Colt moving with his victim to the floor, Temp looked up at Athan with half-lidded eyes. “…Want to dance?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">Dance</span> <br/><br/>There was a dance that Athan wanted to do alright and it definitely did not involve clothing. However, the thought of moving against her on the dance floor was too good to pass up. “Never miss the chance to dance with you,” he gave her a heated kiss and then led her out onto the dance floor. <br/><br/>Colt was more than pleased with how this evening had progressed. Sarah was pulled against his form and held close. The music went to the next song and he moved with her, “So, Sarah. What do you do for a living?” he asked in polite small talk as they danced. <br/><br/>“You do know that this merely makes me want you sooner...”Athan whispered against Tempest's ear before he nibbled on it as they danced.</span><br/><br/>The heated kiss was met with her hands pulling him close, her tongue pushing passed his lips for that brief moment before following him onto the floor for their dance. Bodies together, they fell into a natural rhythm, her mind going<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>blank as her body was well aware of how perfectly theirs fit together. “And that’s a bad thing…how…?” she whispered back, before lowering to nip at his neck.<br/><br/>And Sarah? She couldn’t have been happier with how the night was going. Every time he moved, she felt another muscle shift, and it had her pressing more into him. “A personal assistant,” she answered, a hand sliding over his arm, feeling the muscles there a bit more as her teeth bit into her lower lip. “And you? You look like a personal trainer…or a model…I’d be up for some…personal training if you’re taking clients…”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Not a bad thing at all, I just wanted you to know that we might not make it to your apartment,” he gave her a nip back and spun away from him then back again. “There are so many places from here to there that can be used for what I have in mind for you....” he kissed her again, though this time he did not hold back at all. Instead he gave her a kiss that hinted at what they would do later this evening. A kiss that spoke volumes for how he felt about her. <br/><br/>Colt merely smirked and lifted her up above his head, with no effort at all. Slowly he lowered Sarah so that her body had to rub down the entire length of his body before her feet finally touched the floor again. “I'm a Dancer. I could give you a lesson....or two?” he offered with a wink, before he dipped her then brought her back up roughly to him. Their bodies pressed up against one another so that she could feel each line of muscles and the lines of...well more than his muscles.</span>