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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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