Okey Dokey, not so sure about this piece of flash, this one was a bit more difficult for me.... But, still I'm gonna show what I came up with so......
The Life of the Party
by Dottie Taylor
word count: 350
Vanic glanced around, head throbbing, eyes killing him. How long had he been here? He remembered the club, meeting Nessa, and drinking. God, the wine had been so intoxicating, like nothing he'd had before... and drinking with Nessa... full on exhilaration. He lowered his hand, sliding it across his thigh. Damn, tender to the touch.
Vanic heard the clicking of stilettos on the cold marble floor. Nessa smiled down at him, holding out a hand.
“Thanks, I'm not sure exactly what happened last night, but damn, my head's pounding.” Vanic took the offered hand and pulled himself up to a sitting position, grinned and pushed the hair out of his eyes. Nessa sank down on the floor beside him.
“What time is it anyway?” Vanic's boss was going to kill him if he bailed again.
“It's late, lover.” Nessa traced her fingers down his smooth chest, over his firm abs, and finally coming to rest on his thigh where she massaged gently, slowly.
“How late?” Vanic eyes' locked on Nessa, unable to move, the tenderness forgotten.
Nessa gazed back into his bloodshot eyes. “Do you remember what happened, what we did?”
“Sorry, sweetheart, what was in that wine?” Vanic put his hand on her's, guiding it lower.
“Blood, lover, mine mixed with the wine.”
Vanic groaned. His thighs flamed.
“What to you mean “blood”, like a Bloody Mary?”
“No, lover, blood like an open vein.”
“Damn, my thighs burn like fire!” He eased the leathers down.
“It's the bites, lover, soon it won't matter.”
“What're you talking about?!” Vanic pushed away.
“Aw, lover, don't be like that.” Nessa pouted, lowered her lips to his thighs, and licked the twin bites, soothing the burn, the relief immediate. “There, all better?”
“God yes, don't stop.” He caressed her satiny cheek.
“Whatever you say, lover.” And she didn't...
Daniel woke after an insane night of dancing and drinking, head aching. That new girl, Nessa, damn she was smokin. He slipped his hand over his thigh...
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