<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Carly</span></em></strong><br/><br/>As the intensity of the kiss increased Carly found herself responding to Peter, her desire matching his as their lips and tongues explored one another as deeply as an upright, public setting would allow.<br/><br/>The muffled growl and feel of his hand on her low back holding her tightly against his body insured she knew the full extent of his arousal.  Hard evidence of it pressed firmly against her pliant body.  No jury was needed to figure this one out.<br/><br/>An almost inaudible whimper of protest escapes Carly's lips as Peter pulls away from her before hearing his words,  "I think we should find someplace more private...".<br/><br/>Her small hand locked in his tight grasp, she gives a slight nod of acknowledgement, following behind him as he turns to leave the dance floor.   The intensity of the kiss and the subsequent sudden halt had left her a little breathless,  her knees a little quivery in anticipation.  The butterflies in her stomach's behavior matching the soft fluttering of the wings on her back, a very light cloud of sparkling glitter dust follow them as they exit the ballroom.