Looking down over the crowds, Seth watches silently as the usual rowdy Wednesday night crowd of drunk and horny women wanders in. Most were there for the half price drinks, and he knew there would most likely be trouble.
Especially with Natalie being in the crowd.
His main concern, however, was who she chose to bring with her.
Lost in the music, Anya moved through the dancers as Natalie pulled her into the middle. Her shoes lost somewhere before they made it to the dance floor, she swayed to the music, letting Natalie move her this way and that.
Fully in thrawl, she didn't have a single care in the world. And it was that lack of perception that left her alone on the dance floor within the crowd of people as Natalie slipped away.
Seth watched Natalie disappear, and felt a pulse of anger burn through him. Of all the people she could have left behind, she left Anya, probably the most innocent of them all.
Growling a little in frustration, he headed for the ground floor before she could make her own trouble.
When the music took hold, there was only dancing. It felt as close to flying as she would ever get. Even other immortals could teleport, and Anya had not been graced with that either. She was land bound, and land born. So it was when she danced that she truly felt free. Within the press of bodies, Anya quickly lost herself, but the copious amounts of tequila Natalie had shared with her when they got there blurred the lines of worry.
As the tempo changed, she changed her step, laughing as two mortals moved in to join her. Casting them an innocent smile, her smaller stature quickly was lost amongst the taller people on the dance floor
As he stepped down onto the ground floor, he took a single slow gaze across the crowd and saw the brief flash of Anya in the crowd, trapped amid two young men who were looking at her with less than savoury intentions.
The expressions on their faces were akin to two jackals seeking to devour the small animal in front of them. Making his way through the crowd, he stepped between them and Anya, a solid wall of muscle in the path of their target.
Sensing the change, Anya turned to come face to face with chest. Laughing she looked up, a smile lighting up her face as her eyes met his.
"Seth! How are you!" Grabbing his hands she laughed and pulled at him, "Come dance with me! It's far too fun to dance than to be alone!"
Seth ignored the tug on his hands, focused entirely on the two men, who were infuriated at his intervention.
"Hey! Get out of the way! She's ours!" One of them snapped, pushing him. It didn't work.
"She isn't anyone's. Get out of my club."
"Your club?"
"Yes. Mine. Out."
The two men took one look at him, and made their way quickly to the exit, mumbling and muttering furiously as they did. Seth watched them leave, and turned to Anya.
"Now will you dance with me?" her laugh was like a bell above the aggressive rhythm of the music. "Wait. did you say YOURS? Oh that is even better! I will have to come more often if this is yours!"
She was drunk. He could smell it on the air around her, let alone her breath. Taking her by the hands, he slowly led her off of the dance floor.
Easily swayed, Anya followed without any argument, letting his height clear the way she would otherwise been unable to navigate on her own.
At the edge of the crowd, and away from most of the cacophony, she listed a little almost losing her footing and grabbed onto Seth's shirt to stay upright.
"Oh, that was, more than I should have drank."
"Yes. It was. Let's get you sobered up, shall we?" He told her, taking her by the hand and leading her up the stairs, one at a time, to the upstairs balcony, then through the door into his apartment.
"Hmmhm" her bare feet made very little noise as she walked into the much quieter apartment. "How long has it been? " Anya went to sit on the couch, and misjudged her distance.
With a slip she sprawled on to the couch, her face going even redder than it had been before as embarrassment crashed over her. "Oh gods."
Seth watched her tumble onto the couch and sighed silently. Sending a quick text to Laurence to close up and leave, he sat next to her on the couch and helped her upright.
"Exactly how much did Natalie make you drink, Anya?"
"Hmm. Two bottles we went through. But. I'll tell you a secret." Anya leaned into him, her head on his shoulder as she smiled, "I can't drink three glasses of anything before I forget my manners. 5 glasses of anything, and i have a very dirty mouth."
Seth frowned.
He was going to kill Natalie. She had done the worst possible thing. But as he looked over at Anya, and her sweet, innocent face, he found himself unable to be angry at her.
Putting an arm around her, he nodded.
"Yes. You have drunk too much. We should get you to bed."
"I'm still just fine!" she laughed, "you still haven't danced with me and I have asked nice twice."
"Anya, the sun will be up in a few minutes, and you should be in bed before that."
"I thought you liked to have fun, Seth. Responsibly going to bed is not in what I would call fun."
"And what would you call fun? Sunbathing naked on the balcony?" Seth chuckled. He made to stand up, but saw the look on her face. "Shit."
"That is exactly what I would call fun." Laughing she stood up, oriented herself in the room and strode off towards the sliding doors.
Grasping the hem of her dress, Anya pulled it up over her head in one fluid motion and threw it to the side.
She reached behind her back and without missing a step, unclasped the bra she wore as she disappeared out of his sight.
Seth watched her beautiful, small frame head out onto the balcony, before his eyes suddenly dropped to the discarded bra and dress.
"She didn't..." he muttered, hurrying across. There was plenty of privacy, as no one could see onto his balcony, but he sincerely hoped she had kept the panties on.
When he got outside, however, he was both simultaneously aroused and resigned.
The panties lay on the small railing around the edge of the balcony, and the completely nude form of Anya was getting comfy on the lounge chair.
Head pillowed on her arms, Anya tossed her long hair to the side, and looked up with pure mischief in her eyes.
"Are you going to just stand there? It was, after all, your idea?" Her eyes traveled from his feet up to his face as if her own imagination had been filling in the gaps.
Sighing, Seth glanced across at the horizon, where the sun was moments away. Heading back indoors, he changed from his suit into a pair of black pyjama bottoms, then headed back out, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen along the way.
Sitting beside her, he squirted some into his hands, and laid them on her shoulders.
Anya sighed with contentment the moment his hands touched her skin. Her shoulders were tense as she lay face down on the lounge chair.
With slow motions, Seth slid his hands along her back, each pass pulling more small moans of pleasure.
"This is much better than dancing" she muttered, a deep tone of pleasure in her voice.
Seth slowly made his way across her entire back, quietly enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth skin under his fingers as he worked the tension and stress out of her muscles.
His hands finally reached the soft swell of her ass, and he paused momentarily. With a subtle movement, Anya looked back at him, her eyes creasing with a smile.
"It's okay. I won't break." she purred.
Giving her a smile as warm as the sunlight now peeking across the balcony in return, Seth slid his hands lower and began to knead the firm, pert flesh of her ass, fondling it.
He took his time, making sure every inch of her buttocks were fully and thoroughly covered in sunscreen, but in his heart he knew the sunscreen had nothing to do with it.
Moving even lower, he added more of it to his hands and travelled down her legs.
One by one, Anya lifted each foot, toes pointed as Seth continued to cover her skin with the lotion.
The almost porcelain like tone of her flesh contrasted against the warm color of his own skin as he watched his hands touch her.
Feet perfectly manicured, each toenail painted a delicate pink to match the flowers of the dress she had thrown on the floor of his living room only moments before.
Seth finished her feet, then ran his hand slowly up her legs, over her ass and up her back. Then he gave a slight grin.
