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

Ivan's smirk turned quickly to a smile of amusement at the delay that Kelly placed upon the almost certainty of the night. It wasn't a smile that placed him above her either, just the smile of someone who realized he had made a little mistake, and was a little embarrassed. One drink, and two songs were hardly enough to get even the sluttiest of women off the dance floor, unless they were getting paid for it. He knew that Kelly was nothing close to any of those girls, she knew what she wanted, but she also knew the rules that were required to be followed in order for Ivan to give her what she wanted. In some ways, women have all of the advantages. He thought to himself as he brought Kelly close to him again, and patiently waited for the song to change. As he waited, his hands did explore a little more than before, though he felt as if he'd hardly had the time to do so before anyways. The dress made it easy for his hands to slide smoothly up her hips, under her arms, and to bring her hands above her head before leaning in for a brush of his lips against hers. Nothing firmer, but enough to let the feeling linger. Slowly his hands traced back down, one along her spine, and the other carefully down between her breasts as he allowed Kelly to tip over backwards slowly. Ivan followed her with his face, leaning over to keep their faces within inches. Once again he brushed his lips against hers just as his hand brushed between her legs and slipped against the inside of Kelly's thighs. Almost as if on cue, the slower RB faded. The moment seemed to freeze momentarily as someone speaking excitable Spanish came on the PA system. Ivan's smile brightened as he recognized what was about to happen. The blaring, face paced, acoustic guitar laden music swept over them and immediately the sensuality of slowness was replaced by the sexy, forceful, tongue rolling Hispanic music. As this was Miami, Ivan knew it would come sooner or later, and he was glad for the perfect timing. Sweeping Kelly from her backwards bow, he now took the lead, twisting her about time and time again until she was wrapped into his bear arms against his chest. With purpose, but carefully, his arm slid up and across her neck while squeezing ever so slightly until it reached her jaw. Ivan tilted Kelly's head so that she looked up and back into his eyes, again their lips brushed before Ivan spun Kelly away from him. His movements were strong a fluid, it was obvious he was very used to do this, and his feet moved so perfectly that even if Kelly had a misstep, it would look planned. Twirling together, apart, and together again as the music coursed through their bodies and the crowd that now filled the dance floor. As Kelly was again rushed towards him by his own insistent hand Ivan bent one knee and allowed her to basically trip over the extended leg, but before she could fall or stumble he had twirled her into a flip over his shoulder, and landing softly behind him. Kelly's gymnastics served her well, for she did land gracefully as ever. Now Ivan looked over his shoulder and clasped Kelly's hands so that they rose up his firm chest, until they were perched just upon his neck. I enjoy this music, quite greatly, if you cannot tell. He whispered, before leaning in for another brushing of lips. Only this time, he seized hers harder, and his tongue parted Kelly's lips to brush against her own.