Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

As Kelly returned the kiss Ivan found himself wishing for two things. The first being a simple, half-heart wish that the vacuum where his soul was could for a moment return. The second a profoundly stronger wish that he had no reason to stop or argue with was to sweep this dangerously seductive woman off the floor and into a bed. Neither could happen at this particular moment, the first possibly could never happen, but Ivan did not think about that. Instead he focused on it being at the very least a possibility. The second would simply not happen now, but it could very well happen shortly and that was much easier to push his energy and thought into now. He accepted her kiss aggressively, touching her tongue whenever he could and allowing passion to flow through not only where their mouths met, but also where his hands touched her soft body. The next two songs were very similar in pace and style, and Ivan danced to them as he had the first one. He thought that the music was perhaps exciting him more than it was Kelly, but he was sure that he made up for the fact in the way he made sure to give her all of the attention. His hands touched her nearly everywhere, and quite soon he was sure that he knew every curve of her body save for perhaps the most important between her legs. She had a few points of pleasure that Ivan would have never guessed looking at her, but with all this time to explore he found them. Strangely enough they all related closely to the vulnerable places he had been taught for years to attack with power and ferocity to immobilize or kill an opponent. Only now he attacked them with teasing, brushing, and tiny spikes of pain that might have hurt a fly, but would only inflame Kelly's passion. The first, most obvious, and most tempting was her throat and neck. The entire area seemed to be an erotica zone for Kelly. Anytime that Ivan gripped, nibbled, or merely breathed on that creamy flesh she either tensed or sighed deeply. Ivan enjoyed any of her reactions, and focused most of his attention on that area, once even stopping the air from leaving her chest for the briefest of seconds. At first he was not sure if he had squeezed too hard, or if she had simply forgot to breath because she liked the feeling so much. The second time he squeezed was slightly harder, and he was sure that he saw a glint of satisfaction and excitement in her eyes. The other places were not nearly as exciting, he was sure, but they still drew many reactions from Kelly. As he twisted her around and found her arms locked behind her, and squeezed against his chest, Ivan had inadvertently given them a slight tug upwards. If it had been a fight he could have dislocated both her shoulders, but instead the slight increase of pain had found Kelly shuddering against him. Once, as his hand squeezed the inside of her thigh where a bundle of nerves rested, he'd squeezed a little harder and heard the tiniest of squeak from her mouth. Perhaps she was ticklish, so the next time instead of a squeeze it was a pinch where he would normally chop with his powerful fist to send his enemies leg into a dull numbness. This time he was sure that her breath caught in a hitch. Finally the last one he had quiet stumbled upon came as he had once against wrapped her into a bear hug against him, but this time her delicate fingers were wrapped within his larger and stronger ones. He had squeezed a little too hard as the bulge in his pants slid across her tight ass. In a fight he would have broken both the middle and index fingers on each hand. In a dance, he had simply squeezed a little tighter as he held her against him. Once again, he felt some reaction contracting the muscles in her butt. Unfortunately the dancing came to an end as some punkish thug requested rap. Ivan was glad to find that Kelly did not enjoy the animal humping now occurring on the dance floor. Another drink? He asked, curious what would happen now that he thought Kelly was as nearly turned on as he looked. The lights of the club, and his racing heart had livened previously cold blue eyes into a thawed excitement. Ivan ordered their drinks, taking a double-shot of vodka for himself to throw down, and another corona to sip. The vodka was shit here, but at least it was strong.