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A Moth Into A Butterfly	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 3069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own Criss Angel. This is a work of fiction. I make no money off it.

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AN: Look! Here's some more! Thanks to Belle and Ero Sennin for the review. I finished the Criss Angel book and was instantly sad there wasn't more. Hahaha. Ero, I've used the type writer for some thank you notes, but not much else just yet! Hope you like this. ALSO if someone can guess who I named the girl after, they get hugs and kisses!

They walked out into the Las Vegas night. Perhaps night was not the correct term for it. Night implied downtime, implied sleeping. Vegas never slept. The strip glittered and glowed, whispered temptations of fortune to every man and woman who walked by.

“I love it here.” The girl smiled. Criss looked at her, head cocked to the side.

“Why’s that?”

“Because there’s never a dull moment. And everything here glitters. Everything here is made up to be picture perfect. Everything is glamour.”

“You don’t ever feel like it’s a little bit fake?” Criss noticed a strand of her hair, pitch black, falling into her eyes. He flicked it away, and she smiled. He was left breathless by the way those golden orbs lit up.

“Of course it’s fake. But that’s part of its charm. No one wants to come to a place that’s real. Why do you think Disneyland is so popular? Why do you think so many people like The Wizard of Oz?”

“That’s my favorite movie.” She gave him a knowing look.

“So then I’m right!”

“I guess.” He had to concede that she was correct. Everyone wanted to escape the people they were in the places they were. He laced his fingers through hers as they came to a bench. She stumbled a bit, her cheeks turning red.

“I guess I’m a little worn out.” She murmured. He helped her sit down. There was a vendor, not too far away selling peanuts and cotton candy.

“I’ll be right back.” He trotted over, bought a huge cloud of bright pink spun sugar, and walked back to her, holding it out to her. She smiled and clapped her hands.

“I love cotton candy!”

“I figured you might.” Criss said shyly as he sat next to her. The illusionist and the woman sat together under the glow of Vegas, eating candy. She licked at her lips.
“What’s your name?”

“Marilyn Grace,” she popped in another mouthful and delicately sucked off her fingers.

“Really? Just like---?” she cut him off with a nod.

“Just like them.” She crossed her legs at the knee and looked at him. “Who are you?”

“You don’t know?”

“I haven’t the foggiest.” She giggled.

“I’m---,” he paused. “Nicholas.” It wasn’t really a lie, not when you got down to it. That was his middle name. Besides, her name didn’t sound real either. She raised an eyebrow, her golden eyes staring at him. He squirmed.

“Well, then, Nicholas.” She put just enough stress on the word to let him know s he was onto him as she stood up. “Take me somewhere. Show me an adventure. I am now fueled by sugar and dazzled by all these sparkling lights.”

It was a poetic demand that Criss was more than willing to obey. He clasped her hand, cool and soft. He could just feel the tips of her nails. Acrylics, if he guessed corrected. They were French tips, and he tried to imagine them being scratched down his back. What sort of welts would they raise? How deep would she go?

“I know just the place.” He grinned.

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They hailed a taxi, and he hurriedly told the driver the directions to the Luxor. Marilyn looked at him, blinking her eyes in confusion.

“That’s an awful nice place, Nicholas. And not much of an adventure, really, is it?”

“Trust me, I can make it an adventure.” He promised her. They were sitting in the middle of the backseat, thighs touching. Criss turned and cupped her chin, thumb stroking her chin.

“You do that.” Marilyn said softly. He bent and captured his mouth with hers. In a gesture that was almost vicious, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, soft and warm. He wondered if maybe she would freak out, push him off her, but she received the kiss, and tangled her tongue with his.

His hand fell on her thigh, restlessly rubbing up and down. He wanted to lift that hem, to removed the whole garment and have her. She tasted like cotton candy and alcohol.

“Nicholas,” she whispered, her voice thick and heavy. He almost growled, low in his throat. He bit on her neck, and allowed himself the pleasure of licking the length of her collar bone.

Marilyn was warm, and ever so faintly salty. Criss shuddered. There was that sting of her perfume, a scent so faint he hadn’t even really noticed it before. Even now he couldn’t place it, but he knew it was a flower. A familiar flower.

“Please. Oh please.” She moaned softly. Thankfully, the car pulled up to the hotel. Criss didn’t think he could have stood one more minute in the car with her. Well, not without having to pay the poor cabbie for a reupholstering, and possibly some therapy.

Or maybe the cabbie would have offered to put them in a porno. Either way, it was something he didn’t much care to risk. He hauled Marilyn out of the car, pulled her towards the entrance.

Her heels clicked a staccato beat as they rushed towards the elevator. Once safely tucked behind its doors, he pushed her against the wall. His hand traveled up her skirt, felt the lace of her panties before reaching inside them. She whimpered against their mouth.

If it wasn’t for breathing, they never would have let one another go.

“Nicholas!” she cried out as he let his finger trace up her slit. He bit down on her neck, hard enough to quiet her as he slipped a finger inside of her. Her legs were already trembling, and she was wet enough to make him smirk against her skin.

“Is this enough adventure for you, Marilyn?” he hissed in her ear, thrusting a finger roughly into her. She rose on her tiptoes and clasped him around his neck. All she could do was nod.
“Good.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors rolled open. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hefted her up. Marilyn wound her legs around his waist, her face buried in his shoulder. She trembled in his arms as he headed down to his suite.

This was going to be one interesting night.
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