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

After finishing his beer, and while heading towards the suddenly even more sexy looking agent, Ivan firmed up his last remaining thoughts. This was for fun, that was something he'd been ill-practiced at ever since the death of Amelia. It's almost too easy to sink back into though, he thought it was perhaps because of how similar Kelly was to his dead wife, but that seemed like an excuse. Perhaps I do need new friends, but caution is not a friend I can let go of so easily. His well trained mind had made one last scan of Kelly's form, front and back, admiring the sleek lines and nice curves and noticing nothing out of the ordinary. Other than a very small blade, or one shot pistol there was absolutely no way she had any hidden weapon on her persona. He decided to take a chance on a few things the first and most important being that there was no chance he would catch Miguel's name in the crowd this night. The second was a chance for fun, something he had not enjoyed in quite some time, but also something that he could experience whenever he wanted. It seemed to him, that he wanted it now. The third and perhaps more immediately important than Miguel was the fact that Kelly was not specifically here to kill him. There was no way she had planned for it, or any other reason. Perhaps she would try to gain more information, or just keep tabs on him to let her employer know, whatever the actual case. She was not planning on killing him this instant. That is good enough. Ivan thought to himself. Stepping onto the dance floor, he walked with easy steps towards Kelly's writhing form that was actually quite exquisite out on the darkened dance floor. As he stepped into her easy embrace, he placed both hands slightly low on her hips. The music and movement quickly brought them closer, and her smell was infectious. Just the right amount of perfume to allow her natural musk permeate his nose. The light tendrils of her hair brushed against the two days of stubble on Ivan's jawline as he leaned forwards to whisper in her ear, You are even better at this, What this was, both of them probably had their own definition, I could show you many things, but only a few are as pleasant as your dancing. These words were spoken in a deep, bass tone, that carried underneath the higher pitched dance music. Not to mention Ivan's lips brushed against Kelly's ears as he spoke the words, assuring that they were heard. The only dancing Ivan had ever truly learned was the much faster paced kind from the Latino culture, full of spins, twists, fast footwork and breathtaking clutches. Yet this slower, intimate, almost melodic dance did not fail to raise his blood pressure just as well as the music of his past. It helped that Kelly was there, guiding his hips and feet with her own subtle body suggestions that Ivan was quite adept at picking up already. After being trained for years on how to subdue, disable, disarm, damage, and ultimately kill people in close proximity he found that his training applied nearly as readily to dancing as it did to fighting. Perhaps that was why many of the different styles he had learned were considered Martial Dance as opposed to simply Martial Arts. Glancing to Kelly's eyes he noticed something that he had not yet picked up, a hunger that was not unfamiliar to him. Ivan's wife had looked at him like this many a time, and twice it had resulted in a child. The look both chilled him, and set his blood hot. It was not that he had not taken a woman since his wife's death, it was simply that none of them had looked at him like that before. Ivan was sure Kelly could feel the small increase of pressure between his legs, just as he could, and a half-grin split his face. Still not reaching his eyes, but that was something even his wife had trouble doing, and Ivan had never really noticed.