A long night around the fire with a group of friends left her exhausted, but still glowing from the night's drinks. She sat and smiled, gazing up at the stars. The fire's embers were dying, and almost everyone had gone inside to pass out in their haze. This once a year bonfire was amazing and the day had been full of nothing but fun.
She had taken the time to chat with everyone, even the newcomers, but the reality was Violet was tired of the talking and enjoyed this time when most were asleep to just lay back in the chair and look up at the night sky and all it had to offer.
"Hey, what are you up to here alone?" Dean wandered up, shattering her peace and plopped down on the overstuffed chair next to her. She and he had traded some quaint talk earlier as she poured herself a drink and she had to admit he was intriguing.
"I'm just enjoying the peace of it all. I live in the city, so coming to places like this allows me to relax. Aren't you going to pass out with the others?" She smiled at him.
"I was, but I realized I hadn't had a chance to chat with you, so when I looked around and you weren't there, I thought I would chance outside." He grinned at her, more behind his smile than she had seen the first time. The alcohol probably kept a haze over her she thought.
"We chatted a little, but tell me what do you want to chat about now?" She was coy playing her ever enticing self. She always was a flirt after all. She pulled the sweatshirt in close to her as she spoke and took another sip of her beer.
The next hour stretched out as she talked with the mysterious Dean about music of all things. Somehow the topic had come up with the nearby radio started to play Slayer. The two apparently shared an intense love for almost every genre and the conversation went from there.
They had somehow turned in their chairs so they could talk face to face about the concerts they had been to and were soon laughing.
"Violet, can I ask you something?" Dean suddenly broke up their conversation.
"Sure, what's up?" She was open then not even considering what he might want to talk about.
"How come in all the parties, bonfires, grill outs, all of it, I have never seen you with a guy on your arm?" Dean was blunt in his question. Normally Violet would have batted it away with a sarcastic remark, but she was far too buzzed and enjoying their conversation.
"I don't know...well...I guess I just don't really get involved with anyone long enough to bring them around my friends you know. Why the hell are you stalking me by the way?"
"I swear I'm not stalking you. You know I've never talked to you this much, but I still can't even imagine how you aren't involved with someone. I mean I brought a girl with me once and most of these guys are all couples now. You, though, - not once." Dean was looking at her searching her face for an answer.
"I have been involved with people over the years, but I don't know I guess just never felt like being tamed." She smiled and threw her head back enjoying the relaxation that was awash over her from the alcohol.
"Are you cold? I think there was a blanket around here." Dean stood and walked a few paces before returning with a blanket that he placed on her.
"Oh shit, could you see that I was nerping? I thought this shirt was thick enough, but now that it's chilly...shhiiiiiiit." She laughed a little letting herself relax chatting with this friend of a friend of a friend. He was exceptionally easy to talk to after all. She wondered looking at him how she hadn't noticed him before. Perhaps it was because she intentionally tried to keep this group as friends and nothing more. She didn't want to ruin the dynamic. Dean was getting sexier by the second though - that gravel in his voice was intense.
"No, but I definitely want to take the blanket back now."
"Nice...you know I think I just tend to let myself be free and enjoy time with who I want. Then, there are chains that creep in and I just don't find a fit."
"Are you about to tell me you are one of those exceptionally hot girls that just gives love out freely and goes about her days without a need for anyone?" Dean sounded almost astounded at his own words and he relaxed back in his chair sucking down the last of his beer.
"I don't know about exceptionally hot, but I guess that's sort of how I view things. The problem, I think, is that if you want to fuck someone and don't then you build up all this frustration. It clogs up your thinking. So, if you are feeling something you should go for it unless there are obvious reasons you shouldn't like I would never fuck someone married or in a relationship...that sort of thing." Her words came out almost to herself. She hadn't given a second thought to what Dean might be trying to hint at. Violet was caught up in the magic she was feeling in this quiet night air.
"Well, I'm completely single, and honestly, the further up that skirt rides the more I can't stop looking at where it's going." Dean's words were level and snapped Violet into the moment.
Violet shifted in her seat suddenly a little shy. She slid her legs off the arm and around to the front of the chair. The blanket wrapped around her shoulders was suddenly a shroud against what she at first felt was an invasion. Not an invasion of her privacy, but an invasion into her serenity and her enjoyment of friendship this evening.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I just thought you were flirting and it's so awesome to talk with you and..."
"Shut up stupid and give me a second." Violet threw the blanket off her shoulders and let the cool air embrace her as she stood and walked over to face Dean. Inches away he was forced to lean his head back to stare at her. The moonlight shone across his face allowing her a first real look at him since their conversation started.
His hair was short and appeared light brown or dirty blond. His skin, from her recollection earlier was well-tanned. She saw now how nicely his nose was shaped and how his eye lashes were exquisite for a man. He had hazel eyes, which she could only partially make out in the dim lighting. Dean's chin was covered with light stubble and cut a nice line just under a set of lush lips that beckoned her. He was very sexy in moonlight and otherwise. He sat there staring at her waiting for her thoughts.
"You know the problem here is if I decide to fuck you tonight it will make this whole friend thing awkward. I mean, you have my number already I think, but this is not going to turn into a call me and we'll hang out."
"That's not the problem I think. I think the problem is you want to fuck me and you are thinking about it despite what you said a few minutes ago. Oh and you are definitely nerping, which is not helping my situation."
"You're right. We should fuck and...and...can it just be that for you? Can you just fuck and enjoy it?" Violet didn't know him well enough to have the answer, but she definitely wanted to fuck him right now and the only hesitation was that it might ruin her friendship escapes with this great group.
"I'm willing to find out, if you are...god you're sexy." Dean made the move then reaching out and putting his hands onto her hips.
Violet stepped out of her sandals and straddled him, bringing her mouth in close enough for him to seize her face in his hands and kiss her. It wasn't a magical kiss, not romantic, just hot. It was so fucking hot and she found herself enthralled with his mouth and his breathing and the stubble that rubbed her chin. They kissed and kissed until it became too much. It was Dean who broke it, leaning her back kissing her neck.
