<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br/></span><hr/>He wasn't sure where that accent came from. It sounded vaguely English and vaguely something else at the same time. Corwin wasn't exactly a connoisseur, even if he could place your hometown within a mile in Ireland after a sentence or two. She wasn't Irish, though. That mix was infuriatingly and deliciously complex. A mix between a gentle singing voice and a sultry growl. It only added to everything else about her that made her perfectly irresistible. His head dipped down again, but this time one hand brushed her long hair to the side, leaving her neck exposed for a soft kiss, followed by a gentle bite. His tongue flickered out to tease the sensitive skin that showed only the slightest of teeth marks, which disappeared quickly.<br/><br/>"I think I know just the place," He murmured in her ear, just loud enough to be heard over the music. Truth was, getting her someplace where that dress of hers could be safely discarded without delay was rather important. With the way she liked to tease, he doubted that his tongue would be what got wet if they delayed. She could already feel the gentlest of reactions pressing back at her each time she ground that firm pair of mounds back into him.<br/><br/>They were firm, but had just the perfect amount of give to them to make them perfect. Corwin wouldn't say that he was an ass man entirely, but there was a heavy appreciation for it, which he showed by giving applying a firm, open-handed smack to her ass through the dress, a sound that was only partially covered by the music, while his other hand took her by the waist, guiding her to stay close as he walked them off the floor, not bothering with any kind of subtleties as they made their way to the library. It wasn't the final destination, of course, but rather the private den underneath.<br/><br/>The lighting was already dimmed when they entered, with a crackling fire blazing in one corner. There were a couple of ornate oaken coffee tables, and, more invitingly, a pair of long, luxurious couches. There was a small make-it-yourself bar in the corner with a bottle of champagne already chilling in a ice bowl, with a couple of glasses set and ready. The gentlest strums of Spanish guitar and a soft beat could be heard playing from speakers that had been neatly hidden from view.<br/><br/>As they stepped inside, Corwin let his hand slip from her waist, taking a couple of steps in front of her as he subtly scanned the place for any other occupants. The last time he'd been here, it had been occupied, so better safe than sorry. Nobody in this time, and he deftly undid the black necktie, drawing it out of his shirt before turning back to Holly, stepping in close to gently press a kiss to her lips as he draped the tie around her neck," Hold onto that for me while I get you something to drink."