rendition of Goth fairies.
I had to admit the outfits were cute, just a little bit. They dyed the corsets and skirts black, but where mine had hot pink lace tying the corset together and trimming the skirt, Rose had electric blue. My mind flashed briefly to the day that I first met Becca. I shook away the similarities and focused on the present.
The wings were iridescent. Mine started out black at the base but hot pink began to streak through it at the top. There was also a shimmering quality to them that made them seem to almost move. Rose’s wings were the same, except with blue streaks.
I looked over at her again to see that she had regained some of her composure. I really didn't see what was funny about the costumes, but she was highly amused by it all.
“So, what do you girls think?” Mom asked nervously.
“They're cute.”
“Yeah, totally cute Mrs. M.”
She seemed a little disappointed that we weren't as excited as her and Brandon were. I looked over at him and his smile had dimmed slightly. I felt bad so I went up to them and gave them a group hug. I sent a glare at Rose over my shoulder and jerked my head, motioning for her to join in. She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, squeezing all of us together.
I stepped back and smiled. “Thanks guys. We are going to be the best there.”
They practically glowed under the praise. I frowned as I looked at them. Surely I wasn't losing my mind. People don't actually 'glow'. I looked closer, and started laughing. Rose patted me on the shoulder as Mom and Brandon looked at me strangely. There was a reason they were glowing. Apparently all the glitter they used wasn't staying on the wings. They were covered in it, making them seem to glow. I finally realized what Rose did. We are going to the dance as Goth Tinker Bell’s.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Just think happy thoughts.” I laughed at Rose’s whisper as we stepped through the gym doors. Thanks to Mom and Brandon wanting to make sure we were perfect, we arrived almost an hour after the dance started. I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t want to be there to begin with.
The dance committee went wild with the decorations. And not in a good way. Cotton spider webs with giant plastic spiders hung in every corner. A fog machine failed epically in trying to make the room appear scary. The fog didn’t even make it thirty feet past the doors. Tombstones were spread sporadically throughout the sitting area, along with crudely painted cardboard coffins. I almost expected a drunk guy in a Dracula costume to pop out of the shadows. “
Regardless of the poor decorating skills, the dance was in full swing. At least the music was good. I could practically smell all the teenage hormones kicked into overdrive. Gyrating bodies shimmied across the floor, some humping more than dancing as chaperones roamed the area, pulling apart those who were getting too frisky.
Rose dragged me through the crowds, making a beeline for the dance floor. My unease increased as sweaty bodies slammed into me causing me to stumble. I grabbed onto the edge of Rose's skirt, practically gluing myself to her back. I hated crowds, and I hated being touched. This was such a bad idea.
I looked behind me for Brandon, but he was quickly being swallowed by the crowd. I jerked to a halt as Rose suddenly stopped and spun around, throwing my hands off of her skirt, and sending glitter flying everywhere. It gleamed in the strobe lights, making it look like stars were dancing around her.
Seeing the panic in my eyes, she pulled me closer to her body and leaned in to shout in my ear. “No worries, little Star! I'll keep everyone away from you.”
I nodded my head, mute. She started swaying to the music and I tried to fall into step, but the presence of so many people had my nerves shot. I closed my eyes and willed the panic away. If I was forced to be here I might as well get some enjoyment out of it. As I felt my body relax into the beat of the music, I opened my eyes, looking straight into Rose's happy gaze. For someone who hated school functions she was having a lot of fun.
She pulled me closer and my body quickly fell in sync with hers, creating a perfect rhythm. I forgot about everything while dancing, letting the music wash away all the troubles and worries from my mind. For the first time in a long time I felt at ease, peaceful.
My eyes popped open and whatever feelings I previously felt, were shattered as I felt a hand grip my waist. I froze and looked into Rose's wide eyes as I felt a breath caress my neck.
“Hey little Tigress.” Andrei. I relaxed slightly although my irritation steadily rose, along with my desire. I shivered as his fingertips lightly brushed the exposed flesh between my corset and skirt. I turned around and attempted to glare at him.
“What are you doing here?” I shouted above the music.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, my eyes tracking the movement. My god I wanted to touch him. “Couldn't resist seeing you in that outfit again.”
I felt my face flush with heat at I looked into his amused gaze. I stepped out of his reach and bumped into Rose.
“I thought you'd wait for an invitation before you touched me.”
He smiled at me, and I suddenly felt like I was prey. He loomed over me, making me feel small. Although the dance floor was crowded, I couldn't help but feel like we were the only two people in the room, in the universe. Rose smacked me on the shoulder to gain my attention.
“Dance with him.” She whispered in my ear. I gave her an 'are you kidding me?' look. She just smiled wickedly and shoved me, sending me flying into Andrei's arms. I had to admit, it wasn't a bad place to be. I breathed in the scent of him, a heady mixture of forest and a natural musk. It was intoxicating. I stepped back out of his hold and sent a glare over my shoulder. Rose just shrugged and grabbed the nearest guy to dance with. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Andrei, crossing my arms over my chest. That didn't help matters any considering my breasts were pushed as high as they could be in the corset.
“Will you dance with me?” he held out his hand to me, his eyes expectant, hungry. The sane part of my mind was screaming at me to just walk away, that there was too much going on in my life to complicate it with any male. Even an extremely hot, tempting male. But the woman in me yearned for him and begged me to take his hand. I relented, placing my small hand into his large warm one. The woman in me cheered, and I had to admit I felt like breaking out some pom poms myself.
He pulled me quickly to him, effectively pressing ever delicious inch into me. I held my breath as we stood there, motionless. His dark eyes seemed to capture me, trying to pull the essence from me to be consumed. I was ready to be consumed.
I shook my head at that thought and broke eye contact. I released my breath and turned around, leaning slightly against him. His hips started to sway to the beat, and mine quickly followed. I felt his grip tighten at my waist, pulling me flush against him again. We were a perfect fit. Pools of desire started to pop up throughout my body. My mind raced, yelling at me about how wrong this was, how this wasn't normal for me. And it wasn't. This reaction was anything but normal, but I was helplessly lost to it.
The crowd seemed to shrink away as I fell into the music, into him. I leaned my head lightly against his chest, feeling his heartbeat increase and sing to me, call to me. He lowered his head, moving what hair had escaped its twist, out of the way. I felt his breath move across my skin, breathing me in. At this point he could have had any of me, all of me. His lips gently brushed against my neck, causing a small noise to catch in my throat along with my heart. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All I knew was that I wanted this. I wanted him. And it was wrong. All of it was wrong.
He pressed his lips fully against the pulse in my neck, sending my blood pressure skyrocketing. Slowing us, we stopped. Locked in that moment. He eased back and turned me around. I looked into his heavy lidded eyes. The gold flecks seemed to have grown, giving life to his dark eyes. “Thank you for the dance, little Tigress.” I looked around and noticed that the song was over, quickly changing to a slower one. Couples now lined the floor, lost in each other’s embrace. I felt my face redden as I looked back at him. He smiled, lifted my hand to his lips and gently kissed it. Then with a wink, he was gone.
