Post by MILES DONALDSON on Nov 13, 2012 3:39:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #A2A2A2 solid, bTable] REMEMBER THIS NIGHT WHEN WE'RE OLD AND GRAY because in the future, these will be the good old days [style=height: 305px; width: 255px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#71200E; color: #000;]the club that the two had agreed to meet at was not the cleaniest place as needles could be found on the floor at the end of the night, so no barefoot dancing would be occurring, but it was the most fun and exciting. the music was rather bland, sticking to the charts of the popular bands that were overplayed on the radio but the point was to sing along and with a few drinks in miles, he would belting out the words to annoying songs with the rest of the crowd. waiting in line, his arm was securely latched around his date’s waist for the time being, drawing circles on her hipbone and glancing down at her every so often to grin with a faux sheepish grin. he was not nervous or coy in the slightest of his intentions with the exotic looking woman, she was everything he wanted and nothing at the same time and that intrigued him. they had already agreed on the kind of relationship that they would have, open with no strings, and that was the way it was to remain but for the time being, miles did not want to share the girl with anyone. leaning forward, resting his head ontop of hers, he gave a light chuckle and patted the top of her head with his free hand, ”your heels are that high and you are still this short? it’s so adorable..” |
the line began to move faster, miles wishing that he had taken time out of the day to reserve a spot for them in the booth section but the idea had slipped his mind when something else came up –a soccer discussion, and his mind had become too distracted on arguing the points of a game rather than to think of making his life a little easier. giving a real sheepish grin, his hand reached up to rub at the back of his neck, ”well the discussion of manchester and Chelsea could have been better…”[/b] he mumbled, shaking his head before looking down her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, ”sorry for making you wait in the cold.”[/b] he mumbled against her heated skin and fished his phone out to the familiar ringtone. he noticed that he had missed calls and texts and eyes widened, grasping the woman’s hand and lacing their fingers together in an attempt to keep them connected while pushing through the crowd, ”seems Jason was smart this time..”[/b] he said shrugging and mentioning the reserved name to the bouncer who let them through with a lift of a rope and a groan to the crowd. the cold air was replaced with a stuffy, sweat filled odor that welcomed them at the front of the club doors, shrugging his jacket off and easily sliding hers off her shoulder to hand to the rather bored looking woman who was standing in coat check. he slipped her a decent tip into the jar before taking sarah’s waist once more and leading her through the threshold, following the beat of the music that was rushing through the floor with a rhythmic tempo. he smirked and quickly twirled her around, changing their direction from the booth to the dance floor, his hands finding her hips and giving her a sultry look in his eyes as he leaned down to catch her lips in a kiss. it was not an unfamiliar feeling as the friends with benefits title gave them both the right to do this kind of thing, his body pulled flush into hers while his hips grinded against her own. ”you sure your roommate is the dancer? cause…you are sexy as hell with your hips sarah.”[/b], he spoke into her ear, making his voice loud enough to hear over the music. his hands guided her hips but she was always quick to find her own beat and instantly, his hips began to follow the movements of hers while his hands just leisurely rested. the music was blaring through the speaker, and the heat was getting to the male as he stuck his tongue out and gave the impression of panting like a dog while lifting a hand up to fan himself and then her with his digits. chuckling, miles decided that he was going to get a drink and with a glance around to the males eyes that were watching his date’s hip, he left it up to her to follow if she felt inclined to. they were not actually dating, and miles enjoyed that idea to an extent but he still felt a jealous pang to the idea of any of these males putting their hands were his once more. leaning down, his dancing had ceased and he moved his lips to breath against the shell of her ear, ”going to get a drink!”[/b] he shouted over the music. the booth had bottles stocked up and he was quite certain that his own personal choice of drink would be among them. moving through the crowd, he left sarah but still watch her out of the corner of his eye while his steps took her further away and closer to the reserved seating for his friends, himself and if she wanted, her.[/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
THIS POST IS THE AMAZING AND SEXY SASS WITH HER CHARACTER, SARAH