PrefaceVixxen goes back to the bar seeking out Zuriel after several nights of trying to deny her desire to see him again. This time Zuriel turns the tables and Vixxen gets her first glimpse of the wolf that lies beneath his surface, yet she still remains ignorant of his true nature...
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Payback TimeZuriel Bedlam had been muddled for days after that night at Joe's. He had to pay to replace the felt on the pool table, but considering the memory he walked away with, it was a small price for such a damn good time. The funny thing was now he was coming in here more often, especially over the last few days, hoping to catch a glimpse of her once more if nothing else. Maybe his wits were not with him that night, but she left him after just teasing him ragged and in the back of his mind he just knew he was going to have to do something about that desire still jumbling around in his head. Since he told his story to Joe, however, the owner had offered to help him out, but only they knew what that help entailed. It was another slow afternoon and he liked it that way, drinking a Coke as he sat there remembering the scene by the pool table, blissfully unaware of anything else for the moment.
Vixxen Rainbow had had Zuriel on her mind every night since she'd met him. Usually she met a guy, had some fun, and moved on. No strings, not commitments, but this one... She just couldn't stop thinking about him. She wanted more. She fought it at first, even going so far as to avoid going back to the place they'd met, but finally she couldn't stand it any longer, so she donned the hottest dress she owned and went back to Joe's in hopes of finding him there. She wasn't disappointed. As she strode through the door, she caught sight of him sitting at the bar. She chided herself mentally when her heart leaped into her throat, taking a deep breath to regain her composure. Trying to act nonchalant, she strode up to the bar, cigarette dangling from her fingers. She was dressed to kill tonight, nearly half naked in her mesh dress, only pasties covering the bits of her not meant for public viewing. She intended to knock him right off his feet again, so she stepped up behind him, her high heels clacking on the wooden floor as she crossed the distance. Before he even turned to see who was behind him, she leaned in, her lips barely brushing against his ear, and spoke, "Come back to find me, did you?" She knew that it was really she who came back to find him, but she wasn't about to let him know that. Let him think she had the upper hand.
Vixxen felt like a damned fool when her cheeks heated at his implication that she'd come looking for him, too. She took great pains to hide her feeling and her intentions from others, and yet here he'd just read her like an open book. Trying to cover her blunder, she looked askance and waved her hand as if it were nothing. "Oh this? I had nothing else to wear, is all..." She left the argument hanging, weak and pathetic. When he said nothing, she drew a deep breath and looked back at him as he honed in on her like some beast trying to keep its prey from escaping. Her eyebrow arched as though asking him what he thought he was doing, but she didn't speak, simply lifting her cigarette to her lips and taking a long pull around her smirk. Exhaling, her lips pursed to the side so as not to blow smoke right into his face---god, he was dangerously, excitably close--and she purred out in reply to his confession, "Every night, eh? Wanted another taste of Vixxy, did you Z?" Running her tongue over her teeth, she drew her eyes down the front of him, stopping at the bulge in his pants, knowing full well that her plan to knock him off his feet was already working.
Zuriel tried to look calm, but he had to be failing. She was already looking him up and down, knowing full well she had his attention, and he was struggling in his mind to not just throw her up on the bar and take that taste she was teasing about. He had to visibly inhale and let out a breath. He was already steaming from the heat she was making him feel, but no matter what was going through his head, his eyes did not tear away from the sight of her standing there dressed like a bad-ass but still so succulent hot that it hurt his eyes to keep looking. Instead of his usual throw-her-around-and-take-it approach, he nodded at her question, thinking perhaps honesty might serve him better here rather than caveman tactics. "Yeah, I do..." He left the past tense out of his words on purpose, giving her ample time to figure out she was exactly what he was hungry for. "I asked everyone I met over the past few days, and not many even knew who you were. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, so I just kept coming in...hoping I would see you." He slid his hands into his pockets to keep resisting the urge (fuck, he just wanted to take her) but this one might hurt him--or worse--if he did that. Besides, he didn't want to scare her off or make her think he was just a jerk. Even the way she smoked was hot, and he found himself a little jealous of that cigarette for a few moments. There had to be something here though; she did dress up and come here looking for him, just as he had started doing in his search to find her.
Not wanting to appear intimidated by his proximity, she stepped in even closer to him so that she was scant inches away. As tall as she was, even in heels, she still barely came up to his chin, so she had to turn her head to look up at him. Standing so close, she could feel his breath as he looked down at her, the sweet linger of soda clinging to his lips, and she nipped her own, resisting the urge to kiss him and taste it. Instead, she put her index finger to his bare chest between the folds of his open shirt and dragged her nail down the center, over his navel, catching it on the hem of his jeans. "Well, now you see me... So where do we go from here?" Drawing her finger away, she crooked it at the knuckle, ensuring that she playfully tugged at his jeans when she withdrew the digit, returning her hand to a cocked hip as she watched him smugly.
Zuriel still fought his impulses as her finger trailed down his chest, passing his navel until she hooked that finger in his jeans and gave them a tug. He chewed his lower lip as his eyes followed her hand and slowly lifted up along her body all the way to that lovely face. He fished his hand in one pocket and, with a grin on his lips, dangled what looked like a set of keys from his fingers. "Oh, I think I know where we can go from here." He reached out and took hold of her wrist, turning to walk around the bar and up the steps towards the office door. She discovered what the keys were for when he unlocked it and went inside before pulling her along after him. He was drunk on her being so close, and now that she was alone with him in the office, he closed the door behind them. "I think a little more private time is preferred over giving any yokel that walks in a chance to watch what's about to happen." He smirked as he turned his attentions back to her and came in suddenly, putting her sexy ass right against the edge of the desktop as he slipped in closer and nipped that ring adorning her lower lip. Drawing her into a slow kiss like he was trying to memorize the taste of her on his tongue, the muscle slithered past her lips to dance seductively against her own. The taste of him was fresh with a hint of sweet from his drink still edging his tongue as he kissed her right there. Gods, he was so used to just hooking up and leaving, but after the way she left him, he had to play his cards right. She was actually making him unsure about his tactics ever since she first pushed him against the pool table a few nights ago.
Vixxen damn near yanked her arm away when he grabbed her wrist to lead her like a dog on a leash, but she ground her teeth and complied--she wanted him that much. She followed behind him around the corner and up the ramp, ample hips swaying, the cheek of her ass that was not covered by anything more than netting clenching and bouncing with each long stride she took. She was so impatient to have him again that as he jangled the keys to unlock the office door, she had to resist the urge to just kick the damn thing in. Instead, she shifted from foot to foot impatiently, a sly grin spreading over her lips when the door swung open. He'd let go of her wrist to open the door, but she needed no urging to enter. She followed him in like a homing beacon. Her eyes wandered the room briefly, taking in the sights of a part of the bar she'd never seen before, turning her attention back to him only as she heard the door shut and the lock click into place. She regarded him, her head tilted, a smile lilted on her face as he approached. Edging back towards the desk as he closed in on her, she watched his eyes, seeing the arousal, yes, but there was a hint of something else there, smoldering... Almost...anger? Perhaps annoyance? She had to bite down on her lip to stop the bark of laughter that threatened to come out when she realized he was still angry for her having left him so abruptly a few days ago, but the idea tickled her in a sadistic way, knowing how confounded she'd left him. So much so that he came back night after night to find her again. When he finally kissed her, her head immediately swam and all the reasons she'd thought about him for countless hours over the last several days came flooding back to her and she could not stop her moan from pouring into his mouth.
God, she melted into that kiss. His lips were like a drug and she was already addicted. The edge of the desk bit into her cheeks as he backed her against them, but she paid it no heed, consumed as she was by his tongue dancing in her mouth. She kissed him back just as hungrily, just as greedily, giving and taking, never getting enough. When he pulled her against his large form, the hardness of his body meshed to the softness of hers, and she damn near leaped into his arms to wrap her legs around him. But even before the thought left her mind, she found herself being tossed back onto the desk. "What the fuck..?" was all she managed to get out before he was towering over her. Bracing herself on her arms as though she were ready to hop right back off that desk, she paused, feeling his hand slip up between her parted legs. Any thoughts of resisting fled her mind the instant his fingers brushed over her pussy lips. She gave a little shudder of pleasure and, turning her head to look up at him, saw those silvered eyes shimmering. What the hell..? She blinked, dismissing what she'd seen as her own eyes playing tricks on her, closing them so that she could focus on his toying with her cunt, instead. "Mmm... God, yes. I love how you touch me, Z. Play with that pussy, baby."