Undiscovered

As you come out of the cloakroom in the club, you look around you. Hundreds of people, laughing, chatting, drinking, smoking. All vying for each other's attention. Your friends have disappeared into the crowd, a sea of unrecognisable faces. Not far from you, a group bursts out laughing. You look up and see they're laughing at a joke or story someone in the group has just told. It's him. Granted, he's got dark hair and human ears and no bow, but you can tell straightaway. The long, lean body, the chocolate eyes, the dark curly hair. It's definitely him. You see him turning his head towards your side of the room.
You hear someone behind you clear their throat. You realise someone is trying to get past you and you apologise and move out of their way. You look up, back to where he was standing, but he's gone.

You walk over to the bar. It's busy and eveyone is pushing to the front to get served. There's no way you're going to get a drink unless you go behind the bar and pour it yourself. You sigh. You scan the room for a familiar face, but see no-one you know. You turn your attention back to the bar. You see the barman approaching you and as you open your mouth to give him your order, he walks straight past you and greets the person beside you. You sigh and mutter something under your breath about whatever happened to "first come, first served"? You catch the barman look at you and then go back to his customer. As you eavesdrop into their conversation, you realise that they know each other. Just as you realise that you recognise the customer's voice, he orders his drink and then turns to you and asks what you're having. He laughs at the surprised look on your face and explains that if he's going to jump the queue, he might as well take you with him. You thank him and give the barman your order.

The drinks arrive, and he leads you to a small inoccupied table on the side of the dancefloor, moving his chair round so that it is next to yours. A sit sits down, you feel his leg brush against yours, but neither of you move your leg away. Suddenly feeling very shy, you take a sip of your drink to avoid having to make conversation. He asks you your name, and you tell him it. He says it's a beautiful name. You smile and ask him his name, even though you know it full well. He tells you his first name, and you act like it's the first time you've ever heard it. You actually tell him it's the first time you've heard someone named that. He laughs and says he gets it all the time . He takes a sip of his drink, watching you watch him as he does. You search your mind for something to say, to distract you from him, to stop you staring at those beautiful lips, those prominent cheekbones, those soulful eyes. Your mind is blank. You look at him. He looks at you. He smiles. He looks at the dancefloor and then back at you, and raises an eyebrow and smiles again. You nod your head and follow him onto middmiddle of the crowded dancefloor.

The amount of people surrounding you means that your bodies are quite close, almost touching. He begins to move his body in time to the music and you do the same. You feel the floor pulsate with the rhythm. He reaches out and puts his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him aontiontinuing to move to the rhythm. You wrap your arms around his neck, looking into your eyes. He lifts his hand to your face and pushes away your hair. He traces your lips with his fingers and then tilts your chin up, bringing his lips closer and closer to your own. At that moment, someone passing through the crowd pushes you from behind, breaking your contact.

He takes your hand and leads you off the dancefloor, into a hidden corner. You can still hear the music from the dancefloor and feel the vibrations from the speakers, but this time, you are alone. No interruptions.

He gently pushes you against the wall behind you, and you put your hands on his shoulders to steady you rself. He leans in close to you. He presses his mouth against yours. You can taste him in your mouth, feel his tongue wrapping itself around yours. You feel one of his hands travelling up and down your body, feeling every inch of you, as the other hand caresses you back. He kisses your neck, and at the same time pushes you closer to him with his hands. You can feel his hips moving to the rhythm of the music, encouraging you to do the same. You undo his shirt, so that his chest is exposed, and run your fingers over it, enjoying the feel of his warm body beneath your fingers. You kiss his chest all over until he pulls you back up. With one hand wrapped around you, supporting you, his other hand starts travelling down your body but this time, it stops just above your knee, on your outer thigh. He slowly caresses your leg, as he runs his hand up, and then underneath, your skirt. You feel his hands on your backside, pressing you hard against him so that you can feel his belt buck le pressing into you. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans down to kiss it, the kiss turning into a slow, rhythmic suck. His hand massages your legs, your thigh, your backside. Then he stops. He pulls back from you, teasing you. You reach out and pull on his necklace, bringing him close to you again. You run your finger down his chest, down to his stomach, circling his belly button.

He steps even closer to you, so that your bodies are pressed against each other. As he kissses you hard, you feel your body tingle with excitement. His hand runs back underneath your skirt, feeling the fabric of your knickers. His hand moves. This time, his warm hand is carefully caressing your inner thigh. And then you hear the d ofd of metal against metal as he unbuckles his belt. You look at each other, waiting for the other to make the next move. You can hear him breathing heavily. You can smell him, his aftershave, his sweat. You can see him, shirt open, hair messy, sweat glistening on hare are skin. And now all you want is to feel him and taste him even more...