Assorted Anecdotes

"Excuse me," said a soft voice in your ear. You could barely hear it over the pounding dance music, the bass reverberating in your chest. You turned your head, a frown on your face. You weren't happy at being interrupted in your search for the bar. There was a man standing behind you. Asian, fairly attractive from what you could make out in the dim lighting. He had a goofy, shy little smile on his face.

Looked like a total dork.

"What do you want?" you yelled over the music.

"I-I was just wondering if you wanted to dance with me," he said timidly. "My name's Junsu, and I--"

"Sorry, can't hear you," you shook your head and backed away from him, disappearing into the crowd. You were wearing a short, tight, red little dress that accentuated your every curve, and knee-high black boots. Every guy in the club had been all over you all night, and you were actually a little sick of it. None of them did anything for you. They all disgusted you. They couldn't dance, they had no personality, they were all drunk out of their minds, and they just wanted to slobber all over you like some sort of farm animals.

You just wanted to get out of there. None of the men caught your eye, and you were having a miserable time. You pushed your way through the dance floor crowd, hitting the hallway that led to the bathrooms and the exit. You just needed to get some fresh air, and hopefully catch a ride back home with one of your friends.

The dance music had ebbed to a dull roar, and you could almost hear yourself think.

Someone's hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back from the exit before you could make your escape. You were pulled back into someone's chest, and you were absolutely pissed. Who did this bastard think he was?

"Not so fast," a low voice said into your ear. You scowled, wrenching your hand out of the grip of the stranger and turning around, ready to give him a piece of your mind. He stopped you by placing a finger on your lips. "You'll dance with all those...animals, for lack of a better word, but you won't even give me a chance?"

It was the same timid Asian guy who had stopped you before, but now, he didn't seem so timid. He was looking at you with dark, lustful eyes, and his entire demeanor seemed different. He wanted something, and he was going to get it.

You caught a better view of his features now, out of the dim lighting of the main dance room. You had to admit, he did kind of take your breath away; his full, pretty lips especially. He had the build of a gymnast; stocky, but broad-shouldered and rippling with control and power. He was wearing jeans and a tight, sleeveless white shirt that hugged his every contour and revealed a toned body. The neckline was low, and you couldn't help but notice the added bonus of the nice collarbones and the smooth, flawless skin on his neck. No matter how good-looking he was, though, he had no right to treat you like this. You were having a terrible night and you wanted to go home and this jerk was in your way and you were pissed.

"Get off me, creep," you growled, pushing his hand away from you.

He kept his hands off you but leaned in close to you, those perfect, kissable lips just a few inches away from yours. He was looking at you seriously, some sort of fire burning in his eyes, determination on his face. "Just give me a chance. That's all I want. One dance. If you don't like it, you can go home."

Damn it, his voice was like butter.

"Fine," you said reluctantly. "One dance."

He smiled, and you could swear his entire face lit up. He had the sweetest, most innocent smile you had ever seen. You felt your heart melt a little, and you cursed your weakness. He was back to the sweet, dorky-looking young man who had approached you. "Great! Shall we, then?"

He grabbed you by the waist and brought you in close, and you gasped, your hands automatically flying to his shoulders for support.

"What? You want to dance right here?"

"Well, why not? Doesn't say we can't, does it?"

"A little unorthodox," you muttered. "I pegged you for the traditional, unimaginative, timid type."

"I suppose I have a few surprises in store for you, then," the man informed you.

Your breath caught as soon as he started moving his body to the beat of the music. He was amazing. Absolutely amazing. The way he danced, like he was made out of liquid or something. He wasn't even doing anything extremely complicated, and yet he had this amazing flow, this astounding amount of control over every single movement he made. He was fluid, moving his body against yours in a way that made you shy to even try to dance with him.

"What's wrong?" he asked you in that sweet, angelic voice. He was muttering the words into your ear, and you found yourself shivering. "You seemed pretty eager to grind with all those drunk bastards on the dance floor who don't even know how to treat someone like you. You won't dance with me?"

"You were watching me?" you asked in awe, equal parts disturbed and flattered.

He made a noise of affirmation, which you didn't hear so much as feel rumbling in his chest. "And I like what I see. You're different from the others here."

You had no idea why, but your body was frozen. You couldn't move. What were you, nervous? You could feel yourself shaking. Since when were you such a wreck?

"What's wrong?" he was asking. He stopped dancing, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your skin. "Am I scaring you? Say the word and I'll leave you alone."

"No," you managed, drawing up every bit of courage you could. "Come on."

You grabbed him and dragged him back into the main dance room, getting onto the dance floor. You turned around and put your arms around his neck, grinding your body against his in time with the music. Junsu looked surprised, then his face broke out into a grin. A different smile from the cute, adorable, shy one you had seen. You held onto him tightly as you moved your bodies together. He was the only thing you could focus on, the only thing that really existed for you in the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor.

His hands were on your waist, then sliding down and resting on your hips. You pressed against him, your lips hovering inches from his.

Abruptly and completely unexpectedly, he destroyed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a passionate, wet kiss. You felt yourself drawn into this man, intoxicated by him. You kissed him back, going against everything you would normally do in this situation. His hands slid down, caressed the small of your back. They were on your ass now, grabbing you tightly. You moaned into his mouth, thanking the lord for the dim lighting and the drunken nature of most of the other people in the nightclub.

Who was this guy? Why were you letting him touch you like this? You couldn't stop yourself. He was too mesmerizing with his dual nature. A beast hiding behind a misleadingly cute, shy personality.

He was playing with you, his tongue swiping lazily against your lower lip. You knew this was wrong, you knew there were other people around you, but he was your world at the moment. You couldn't have stopped him if you wanted to.

You felt him pushing your tight dress up your hips and you ground your hips into his hips, satisfied by the way his entire body tightened as you did so. You could feel the jolt of excitement run through him, and you could feel him hardening in his jeans. You whirled around, pressing your back against his chest, pushing your hips back and pressing your backside against his erection. He didn't miss a beat, placing his arms around your waist and pulsating to the rhythm of the song. His hand slid down your abdomen, tugging at the hem of your dress.

He was good.

Sex and dancing. Dancing and sex. He made you believe that the two were the same. There was no difference. Everything about him was seductive when he danced.

You put your hands on top of his, letting him slide his fingers against your inner thigh. You shuddered against him, swaying your hips to the music, rubbing against his crotch. He was only getting harder.

Nobody was watching you, at least. Everyone was too engrossed in one another, kissing and grinding and lost in the music.

Junsu's delicate, supple fingers were pressing against your soaking wet panties now, and you bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as he prodded your entrance. He slid his fingers up and down, touching you in all the right places through the cloth of your underwear. Damn this man. His lips were on your neck, kissing gently, nipping lightly, soothing the bites with his tongue. Still, he didn't let up dancing, even though you were starting to lose any ability to concentrate on anything but him. He led you, keeping your body moving.

His movement was seamless. It was like he lived and breathed the music, the dark atmosphere, the beat, the rhythm, the notes, the dancing.

He was licking the shell of your ear now, and you groaned fairly loudly. You praised the lord for the incredibly loud club. Nobody could hear any sounds you made here.

Junsu was so hard by this point. You wished you could get to your knees and suck him. You wanted to see how he would buck his hips. Would he be as graceful as he was when he was dancing with his thrusts?

Your face was flushed, from the heat and the embarrassment of having an almost complete and total stranger feel you up in the middle of a crowded dance floor. You didn't want him to stop, but suddenly, his fingers were gone from between your legs and he was pulling your dress down over your hips. You whined, turning around and peppering his face with kisses. He swayed against you, his head resting on your shoulder.

"You wouldn't believe how long I've watched you," you heard his voice over the music, somehow incredibly clear. "I hated every single other guy that you picked over me. You didn't even look my way once tonight, did you? You're the only one I've ever wanted to dance with so badly. You're fascinating, you're beautiful. And now I finally have you. No, you deserve better than this. Come with me to my place."

You would usually never, ever follow a complete stranger you'd met at a club back to their homes.

But with this man...it was different. You felt something with him. Something that pulled you to him, compelled you to trust him and please him. You nodded dumbly, and he led you from the dance floor by the hand.

You knew you were totally hooked. He was like an addictive bass line. You were never going to get him out of your head.