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Little Black Cocktail Dress	By : ThisIsGreenDay Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The steady din of music and voices from within the banquet room seemed to virtually fade into nothingness as it was replaced my the more casual and lulled sounds of music coming from the hotel's bar where there was a good amount of people loitering around the bar and surrounding tables; hands wrapped around glasses containing all different varieties of liquor and chatting up one another or drinking alone. Several of the people were actually from the charity banquet across the way, who had probably gotten just as bored with the festivity as Mike and Beth had.

Or, well...that was their excuse for leaving. That they were bored. Really, they just wanted to get away for a little tête-à-tête.

Leading her toward a secluded table near the back where they could have some privacy, Mike kept his right hand on the small of her back the entire time until they were seated beside each other in their darkened corner, furthest away from any prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. He threw his arm over the back of their section of the curved booth, just behind her shoulders but not as closely as if they were snuggling like some doe-eyed couple at the movies. He watched her profile as a waiter came around and asked what they wanted to drink and took down their orders, only to disappear moments later. Beth was looking downward at the smooth surface of the tabletop before them, drawing invisible circles with the index finger of her right hand.

"Your nails look nice," he commented truthfully, albeit a little lamely.

"The better to scratch them down your back," she replied with a smirk and a laugh ready to bubble forth from her lips at any minute. She caught his amused reaction spreading across his face, into his eyes and spreading to a smile. "Sorry. A momentary lapse into 'Little Red Riding Hood.'"

Mike shook his head and threw up his hands as if surrendering to some fight. "Hey, I have no complaints. I've never had a problem with role-playing."

It was now Beth's turn to stare at him with amusement as their interaction continued. Narrowing her gaze upon him, she leaned in a bit closer to the lean and extraordinarily sexy bassist. Slowly and casually she stopped drawing invisible circles and brought her right hand to cover his right which was resting on the edge of the table. "My, what long fingers you have," she continued, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from giggling like a loon.

Catching on to the 'game' they were apparently playing, Mike responded with, "The better to trace every curve of your body with, m'dear."

Smiling at Mike, Beth removed her hand from on top of his just as the waiter returned with their drinks and set them down on the table with round, cardboard coasters underneath the glasses to avoid condensation from the glass onto the wood surface of the table, preventing possible warping. As the waiter left once more, Mike looked back at Beth as he brought his lips to his glass of rum and coke and took a quick sip. He watched as she did the same to her Sex on the Beach and grinned almost wickedly.

"What beautiful lips you have," he commented.

Swallowing back her liquor, she puckered her lips and made a popping sound before locking eyes with him. And, boy, did those blue orbs of her make her want to quiver all over. "The better to kiss every inch of your skin and then some..." she trailed off, just before adding a little more seductively, "My dear."

Letting out a labored breath that he was unsure if she noticed or not, Mike chose to cover it up as best as possible by downing the rest of his drink as fast as he could without choking and dropping the glass back onto the table with an audible clunk of glass to wood. He stared at her and leaned a bit closer as he brought his mouth to her ear; his warm breath like a shuddering fire against her skin.

"Keep talking," was all he muttered.

Beth nearly cooed like a happy baby at the feel of his breath on her and the husky tone to his voice. It was almost hypnotizing. Licking her lips, she subconsciously leaned into him a bit more; his lips practically touching her ear, and his nose almost grazing her temple. "What big teeth you have," she suddenly grinned, recalling the famed line the wolf in 'Little Red Riding Hood' was known to reply to that comment with.

Mike was aware of it as well, and more than happy to comply with the response. Bringing his right hand down to the space on the booth between them, he slowly began to drag his fingers up to her leg, which sent a million prickly feelings shooting up and down her body just at the mere touch. Gradually he brought them just under the hem of her cocktail dress, working their way up to what lay underneath. And just as Beth was about to whimper at the sensation that came next, Mike growled huskily in her ear, "The better to eat you with, my dear."

"Mmm, wolfie," Beth muttered with a mix of lust and laughter in her voice as she turned her body to face his. Bringing her hands to his face, she cupped either side and quite swiftly crushed her lips against his and his response was just as swift as her gesture. He removed his fingers from underneath her dress and grabbed at the left side of her waist, pulling her body as close to his as they could manage in the booth.

"What strong legs you have," Mike breathed against her lips as the continued to kiss, while dragging his hand from her waist to grip tightly onto her left leg which she had started to lay over his as best as she could, again, in their position in the booth.

"The better to wrap around your waist and ride you like Seabiscuit." One of her hands dropped between their bodies and delicately finagled its way down the front of his dress pants to grab gold, and when Mike let out a pleasantly surprised whelp of appreciation, she grinned against his lips as their tongues seemed to battle it out for dominance.

Eventually, Beth's ministrations were causing Mike much discomfort in the sense that his pants were beginning to get way too tight on him. He closed his eyes shut tightly and emitted a series of labored breaths as she worked on him with as much room as she had. Eventually, he couldn't help himself, pressing his forehead to her right shoulder to avoid anyone nearby possibly seeing him simper like a baby as a wave of an orgasm began to bubble up the small of his back and dart upwards of his spine. He was quite certain he saw stars at some point as his body shook as subtly as he could.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned silently.

As Beth listened to the sound of his breath steadying itself out, she took her hand back and lifted his face off her shoulder to look at her. He held her gaze, though his was a tad more glassy for obvious reasons. Placing her lips to his once more, she reveled in how hungry his kiss was.

"I want you so much," he whispered into her mouth just as they suddenly both sensed a third presence.

Turning their eyes to the direction across the table, there stood the same waiter from before, looking a bit embarrassed and also a little perturbed. "Excuse me, but I'm gonna have to ask you two to take this elsewhere. There are other people in the bar and this is a family friendly hotel."

Mike looked at Beth, smirked, then looked back at the waiter. "Why would a family be in a bar, I wonder?" he questioned impishly before gathering his wits and shoving his hand into one of his pockets. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and slammed it on the table before pulling Beth up to stand with him. "No problem," he continued, directing the comment to the waiter. "We were about to leave anyway."

Stepping out from the booth, Mike held onto Beth's hand and led her away from the table, weaving them both around the tables and past the bar.

"Have a nice night," Beth called out politely to the waiter, then immediately turning to giggle against Mike's arm.

"You, too," the waiter replied, taking the twenty and walking toward the bar, shaking his head at the departing couple.

Outside the bar, Mike almost dragged Beth away as quickly as he could, only to stop in his tracks suddenly; whipping his head from side to side and then turning in circles to determine where the fuck the elevators were. And as if reading his mind, Beth pointed to their left and gestured with a nod of her head.

"Over there," she spoke with a laugh.

Mike looked at her, flashed her a devilish grin and pulled her toward the closest elevator, practically driving his entire fist into the 'UP' button, ever so impatiently.

Beth studied how he was bobbing one of his legs up and down and tapping the foot from the same leg as he tried his best to wait out the opening of the heavy metal doors. She was rather amused by it all and he sensed her smiling as he turned to look at her.

"What?"

"Your 'I Need To Have Sex Right Now' body language is the same as someone who really needs to pee."

"Well, waiting to be with you in any sense is just pure torture," was his reply which garnered a rather pleased smile from Beth as she crushed her lips against his once more, just as the elevator doors dinged as they opened and she all but shoved him inside and slammed his back against the wall while the doors slid shut behind them.

His hands wrapped around her body, pulling her as tightly against him as humanly possible while muttering, "Sixteen, sixteen."

"Wha—?" she began to say as she turned her head in the direction he was gazing in over her shoulder. When she registered that he was talking about his floor number, she added a lame, "Oh." Reaching an arm out, she pressed the round '16' button about a million and two times as the elevator lurched and began its ascent.

"Now, where were we?" Mike asked, wiggling his eyebrows as she returned to looking at him. Pausing for a moment, he smiled and then pressed his lips to hers yet again as his hands roamed just about everywhere.
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