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[Justine's lips part and her head falls back against the wall as Majima thrust inside of her. A tight tension relaxes in her chest as her hips begin to pulse quickly towards him. Heavy puffs of breath and eager rolls of her abdomen greet Majima as her nails bite into his flesh.]

Is this our first date?

[She all but moans the question as the music and sound take command of her senses. She doesn't want to think. It feels so good, he feels so good, and Justine wants to lose herself in his touch. All of her senses and desires belong to him and surround him in their entirety.] Majima.

[Justine can't shout above the music but a little part of her wants to try.]

[ Faintly, he registered the music, the sounds of the crowd in the other room, and the recognition that something was most likely affecting them both... but he hardly cared. It was Justine who occupied him -- her warmth, the feel of those slender limbs wrapped about him. ]

Let me take ya someplace nice, huh?

[ His skin, where it touched hers, felt feverishly heated. The lines of his thought scattered until there was only Justine, and if some stray soul blundered onto them, his answer would be to bare his teeth at them in silent snarl. It wasn't only desire that fueled him at present but possessiveness, without reason and rising from some part of himself he'd worked hard to bury.

Ah, but it was so enticing. The faint scent of strawberries in her hair, the opportunity to nip as he pleased at the warm skin of her shoulders and neck, or grind luxuriously against her clit. ]

Justine...

[ When he came, he was thrust deep into her, but he wasn't about to let up until he felt her reach satisfaction, and that tightening, shuddering motion of her body that signaled climax. ]

[Her back arches and her head thumps against the wall as his steady thrusts fill her. The room and the music fall away and she's left in the sweet euphoric embrace of Majima's palms against her hips, the wall at her back, his fingers digging into her skin and his cock thrusting into her. Heat swells and blossoms in her chest as his release fills her in heady overwhelming waves.]

Majima!

[Her body tenses around him and she relaxes against him as her own orgasm begins to ebb. She doesn't know how much time had passed but she hears a different song playing across the club.

Her fingers cling to his shoulders as she captures in mouth in a deep kiss.

Her tongue flicks and her head spins as she gently breaks their kiss.] Yes. [Her voice is soft but audible above the thundering club music.] I'd like that. [She pauses to gather her thoughts.] For us to go somewhere nice. [The song shifts again and Justine feels her thoughts drifting. She doesn't want to move but the sound of scuffling feet nearby make her realize that they are, in fact, in public.]

Majima. [She places her palm lightly on his forearm.] I-

You should put me down.

[Hopefully she can stand.]

R... right.

[ He sounded a little dazed, a bit feverish, and no wonder. It was like coming down out of a dream, or perhaps a mental haze -- immeasurably pleasurable, but fleeting. Nonetheless, Majima gathered himself enough to carefully set her down and disentangle himself, and at least make some cursory attempt to straighten up.

If she had trouble standing, he'd just have to help support her.

What happened, he wanted to ask, only he remembered exactly what had happened -- the sudden, all-consuming urgency to hold her and more. ]

Are you... all right?

[ The glimpse of lace just under the collar of her top was wholly distracting, and he had to look away for a moment. He never had this much trouble controlling himself; was it Glass? ]

[Justine shifts her underwear back into place and tugs gently on her skirt to pull the fabric over her thighs. Her chest rises and falls in exaggerated motions as she struggles to steady her racing pulse. She uses the wall and her grip on Majima's biceps to keep herself standing.]

Y-yeah. [Her voice trembles slightly, her cheeks flush and her mind racing down.] Are you okay?

[She swallows and her eyes drop to the floor. Justine recognizes these feeling and it's difficult for her to resist. She notices the white lace of her bra showing and rises her fingers to her chest to button her shirt. Except that she doesn't do that. Her fingers flick and another button frees itself, displaying smooth pale skin and more of that thin lacy bra.]

W-what?

[Justine wants him and she has no trouble admitting that but it's never felt this uncontrollable.]

I- [She has to pause to steady her voice.] I still want you. It doesn't have to be sex but to feel you touching me.

I'm okay. But...

[ He focused on her face and bearing her up -- but he couldn't quite stop himself from bringing his fingers up under her chin in a feather-light caress. ]

That might be kinda dangerous, Justine. Even under normal circumstances, it's hard to resist ya.

[ Even harder now, when he could feel her breath over his exposed skin. He pressed his lips to her temple, tasting involuntarily the hint of salt sweat. ]

It's why I confessed in the first place, y'know?

[A soft greedy plea plucks from Justine's throat as her head thumps softly against the wall behind her.

He's right.

Of course he's right, but it's so hard for her to fight the need and desires turning in her chest. She misses the way he feels when he's pressed flush against her and the euphoric sensation that consumes her when he thrusts inside of her. Justine has to stop the train of thought, her fingers trembling as she reaches for her shirt.

It takes all of her strength not to rip the remaining buttons and begin stripping right there.]

I know. [Her voice is soft and thick.] But I can't... I can't hold back. I want you so badly. [It feels like her dependency is back and she'll die with out him.] Please. Just one touch.

I need you. No one else...

Just one...

[ So he kissed her -- pressed his lips against the little dip of her throat, above her collarbone. He could feel her pulse just under her skin; no doubt she could feel the tickle of his breath as he spoke. ]

I think we'd better head out of here, Justine, or we'll both be in trouble. All I want to do right now is press ya up against something and listen to ya moan.

[ His voice grew thicker, lower as he murmured in her ear. ]

Have you all to myself...

[Fire burst against her skin as the soft press of his lips molded against her throat. Her head fell back and her body quivered with desire. Her nails nearly bit into his skin, drawing little pinpricks of blood wherever his shirt wasn't covering.]

Y-yeah.

[Her voice cracks as her hips involuntarily grind against him.] We should go somewhere else. They you can have me all to yourself. [Her head swam as she pushes herself away from the wall.

Justine's heel clicks softly on the floor and she staggers forward.]

Can you lead me?

[Unsteady breaths and aching needs course through her body. Everything about him pulls her in and she finds it impossible to move. If not for his restraint, she'd let him do just about anything here next to the dance floor.]

[ He caught her as she faltered.

Majima had for some time considered himself the sensible one between himself and his brother -- the one who had to hold Saejima back and keep the dimmer, more impulsive foot soldiers in line. But thank god he wasn't a few years younger, because if he had been, he didn't think he'd be able to resist the temptation.

The way she spoke, sotto voce, and the heat of her body... he managed a quick smile, more confident than the shaky remnants of his self-restraint might signal. ]

Yes. Let's go, Justine.

[Justine steps forward, her arms curling around Majima's center as she leans against him. It's a little difficult to walk but not beyond Justine's capabilities. She follows him out of the club, her fingers trailing suggestively across his chest as they quickly make their way to the exit. Being outside curbs the effects of the music but it isn't enough for Justine to shake away the heady sensation of lust coursing through her.]

Majima.

[She whispers his name as if he's the only thing that might make him whole again.]

Can you carry me? I don't care where.

[Wherever they go, Justine has no plans to sleep.]

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