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[justbeingknife]

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...

Want to wrap this one up soon?

[ishisstrength]

[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.]

Yeah, wrap!

[justbeingknife]

[ 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.

/end

[ishisstrength]

[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.]