Chances (UC,Z/L,ADULT,1/1) - [COMPLETE]

[kerri240879]

Title: Chances.
Author: Kerri.
Category: Z/L
Rating: ADULT for sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don’t own, so don’t sue.
Summery: Chance encounters in the dark.
Feed back: Yes please.

The music was deafeningly loud, the flashing lights distorting reality. The best thing about being in a nightclub was the chance to disappear, to leave your life and responsibilities at the door. A chance to meet new people. A chance to drown your sorrows. A chance to take chances.

Look around yourself, and you’ll see what I mean. The girl in the shortest of short skirts by the bar catches your eye, making you wonder if she’s on the prowl, or if she’s just happy to be able to wear a skirt that short. The guy by the pool table is obviously a player. His shirt’s open to reveal a smooth muscular chest, his leather pants tight enough to show off his arse. Mmm. Tasty.

Glance into darkened corners, and you see couples kissing. Girl on guy. Guy on guy. Girl on girl. Girl on girl while a guy has his hands down first girl’s pants. Here, it doesn’t matter. You leave you worries and your identity at the door. In here, you can be someone else. Not a wife. Not a best friend. Not a lover. Not an alien. Just another nameless face in the crowd.

I decide to leave my drink at the table, and move towards the dance floor. Lifting my arms, I start to sway, my hips rolling in time to the heavy music. I can feel it pounding in my blood, in my heart, in my head. It’s intoxicating, allowing me to drift from the troubles that are at the back of my mind. I can see the attention I am drawing, and I smother a smirk. The short skirt I’m wearing shows off the length of my legs. Not that anyone else pays attention to them at home.

I’m not interested tonight. I want to loose myself, and the pain that is constantly wrapped around my heart, choking me with its relentless grip. Tonight is for me for the first time in the twelve months since I left everything I know behind. I feel the sudden tingle at the base of my spine, stifling a groan when I realize who it is. Or should I say who I think it is.

A pair of rough hands slid over my bare stomach, pulling me against a muscular body, moulding me to the shape of him. I blink. I know this body, yet at the same time I don’t. The fingers of his left hand keep me anchored in place, the fingers of the right sliding up over my ribcage. I draw in a sharp breath, my head resting against a broad shoulder when warm lips settle over the side of my neck.

Heat floods my stomach for the first time in twelve months, and I’m unable to stop the small moan that slips past my lips. He nibbles on my neck, his right hand drawing lazy circles on my ribs, his thumb occasionally brushing the side of my breast. His body keeps time with mine as we sway in this heated embrace, and I feel like I’m falling.

His tongue brushes the dip behind my ear lobe, and I shiver in response. His soft chuckle reaches my ear as his heated breath sends goose bumps down my spine. He runs his hand down my arm, drawing it up and around his neck, and I splay my fingers through hair, which is thick, the back a mass of short spikes. I know that if I reach up, I’ll feel longer spikes on top of his head, but I don’t.

He turns me in his arms, and I catch a glimpse of an eyebrow ring, before his mouth settles over mine, and once more I’m lost. His lips are smooth and sensual, his tongue tracing my lips, asking for entrance. I comply, his tongue dipping into my mouth. Oh god. His taste is intoxicating. Sweet from the drink he’s had, spicy which is his own taste. He explores my mouth, stroking my tongue with his.

Large hands cup my arse, drawing me against him tightly. I can feel the evidence of his desire for me pressing against my stomach, and I decide to take a chance. Breaking the kiss, I take his hand. He smirks slowly as I lead him out the back door, the darkened alleyway silent and deserted. I know he understands what I want, because he doesn’t waste any time.

My back collides with the brick wall as he pushes me against it, his mouth once more slanted over mine. His hands are cool as he slides one under my top, his rough palm scrapping the sensitive flesh as he closes his hand over the soft skin of my breast. His thumb ring is cold against my heated skin, and I find that I enjoy the sensation.

Pulling him firmly against me, I run my hands down over his body, feeling pure muscle under the tight black tee shirt he is wearing. I scrape my nails over his stomach, and he hisses, his kisses becoming more demanding. A bottle breaks at the mouth of the alleyway, and he lifts his head, pulling me further into the shadows.

Pushing me against a pile of pallets, his mouth once more attacks mine. He groans in frustration, lifting me suddenly to sit me down on the stack of pallets we are leaning against. Pushing my knees apart, he steps between them, one hand holding my head, the other…. OH GOD! He keeps his eyes locked with mine as his fingers slowly slide in and out of me. His eyes glow slightly in the dark, desire turning them a brilliant gold.

Unable to maintain eye contact, I let my head fall backwards, my desire for this man reaching boiling point. “Whatcha want angel?” he whispers against my throat, his tongue flicking out to leave a wet trail along my collarbone. He nips the bone hard, before soothing the sting away with his tongue. My muffled moans increase as his hand does, before he pulls my head back up to make me meet his eyes.

“Whatcha want?” he asks again. I lick my lips slowly, before my soft response causes a smirk to break over his face again. “I want you.” He nods, removing his hand from between my thighs. “Lift up” he whispers, and I do, feeling him drag my panties from my body. He tucks them into his pocket, before the sound of a zip being lowered fills my ears.

I hear a foil packet tear, before he lifts my knees around his hips, holding them up with his hands from under my thighs. I feel him brush my entrance with the tip of himself, before he slides in smoothly. I groan again, feeling the size of him stretch me. He grunts, starting to move his hips as he thrust slowly and deeply into my body.

I press my hands into the wood beneath me to stop myself from falling onto my back. He’s got some damn fine skills, and I feel myself tighten and relax, tighten and relax as my body readies itself. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this that it isn’t long before he groans, my inner walls clamping down around his length. He muffles my scream with his hand, his hips slamming him in and out of me almost violently.

His release triggers another wave of tremors to rock my body, his head resting against my shoulder as he twitches with in me. He shudders, before pulling slowly out of my body. His loss is almost painful, and as he cleans himself up, I stand up on wobbly legs. He leans against the stack of pallets, lighting a cigarette as he regards me with hooded eyes.

I meet his gaze, before slowly backing away from him. He narrows his eyes, taking a step towards me. I shake my head, watching as he pauses. “Whatcha name angel?” he asks. I smile sadly. “Doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to him.” He tilts his head, watching me back away again. He steps towards me again, his eyes suddenly wary when I wave my hand slightly.

Wary eyes meet mine, his surprise at being unable to move over riding his desire to follow me. I give him a small smile, continuing to back away, before I turn my back on him and I keep walking towards the mouth of the alleyway, my powers keeping him firmly in place. When I hit the entrance to the alleyway, I turn back to face him. He’s still watching me, his amber eyes wary. I lick my lips, before speaking softly. I know he can hear me though, yet I don’t want to be overheard by anyone else.

“You’re a better lover than he is, and I’m guessing you’d be a better king too.” His eyebrows shoot up, his surprise evident on his face. I give him another small smile, before taking another step. I pause, feeling his eyes still on me. I turn back to face him, and speak once more before melting into the night. “Hey Zan?” He lifts his head. “My names Liz.”


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AN: sorry guys, this was a one parter....i'm in the middle of writting another story, that ties in with this one...wait and see, and all will be revealed!