act on temptation

"no harm done" he answers, his voice low, leaning in to make sure you hear him in the crowded the bar "you're good?" he asks, his warm breath tickling against your ear

"yeah!" you beam at him, lying, while all he does is just stare at you with a suspicious squint of his eyes "i've just- i had a few drinks!"

the 'stranger' quirks his mouth in amusement, lifting a knowing brow at you

"more than a few by my count" he snarks, says it like its just an astute observation, like its not weird at all that he has been keeping score on something like that

"you've been watching me?" you ask, biting at your lip nervously, your skin erupting in squeamish goosebumps at the thought

the man's face reddens, he blinks a few times but doesn't look remorseful at all, only taken aback at the fact that you're confronting him about it

"i was looking out for you" he argues with an affronted look, says it like its obvious, straightening up his posture for added credibility on his good deeds

"um-" you huff shakily, gratefully the alcohol makes you brave when you answer "that's still creepy, y'know that?"

"i-its not" he stutters with laugh that has no real humor behind it, his nostrils flaring a little bit in frustration, like maybe you've struck a nerve with that last one "given the state of you right now- one might say i'm doing you a favor"

you scoff in incredulity at his logic, your eyes wide as they stare back at him "a favor?"

"keeping the weirdos off your scent" he answers, his voice level headed even when he's speaking unhinged insanity to you

he inches forward until you unconsciously walk backwards and hit against the tall table behind you

"yeah- weirdos like you?" you retaliate, gulping nervously when all he does is breathe out an amused sound, staring intently at your lips when he notices how they start to tremble and you bite at them to try and hide it

its his turn to scoff, he turns his head sideways to avoid your gaze momentarily in offense and thats when you take a moment to properly look at him

you nearly salivate at the sight of the pretty scar marking his cheek, his sharp jawline, he really is handsome in a way thats is completely unfair, in a way that in your intoxicated state only makes you want to tear him apart

"you'd be in big trouble by now if that were the case" he answers finally, a dangerous quirk of his mouth, a growing playful light in his eyes as he breaches into your personal space

you gulp back a squeak, his intensity and the theatrics of it all has you on the verge of breaking character, if only for a chance to finally kiss your boyfriend straight on the mouth when he's standing so close and looking so enticingly hot, hours of keeping your distance finally taking a toll

but- this whole thing was your idea, you practically begged dex to agree on playing strangers, to indulge you in a cheeky little game before he got to take you home later tonight

so no, you can't give in that easily, yet -

"trouble?" you ask, eyelids fluttering at him, your voice barely above a whisper and now completely flooded with traitorous want

he hums, "the really bad kind too"

"you dont scare me" you answer, trying your best to keep the affronted and brave facade, for the sake of playing around a little longer, but theres no fighting the rising smirk on your face, your skin prickling with sick anticipation when the answer seems to light up something inside of dex

"no?" he asks, grabbing at your wrist to pull you in forcefully against his front, so close you have to crane your neck to properly look at him, "maybe you should be" he says, smiling with teeth when you squeal in surprise to his bluntness

a dazed look takes over his features when he feels the way your pulse hammers beneath the tight grip of his palm

its truly a miracle that you and dex managed to make it this far without someone intervening

nonetheless, you're still shocked you when one of the guys who was talking to you earlier in the night shows up out of damn nowhere to shove dex's backwards and away from you

as if he were coming to your rescue, he starts "hey man! why dont you fuck off?" raising his voice threateningly at dex, who just takes one or two steps back with his hands lifted up in mock surrender, a vile and cocky look on his face

the guy's eyes shift towards you to ask in worry "you okay? this guy bothering you?"

oh, sweet, naive thing. you think

you can't help it, it's probably because of the alcohol in your system, probably because as soon as you make eye contact with dex his hazy eyes are glinting with sick amusement right back at you, his mouth quirking at one side

you laugh, loud and giggly and absolutely not anything that the poor guy deserves for doing the right thing

"the only one that needs to fuck off is you buddy" your boyfriend finally speaks, chuckling condescendingly and squaring up, all of a sudden looking much taller and broader and scarier than he already is

the guy turns to you again, shocked at the way you're smiling giddily at the tall man that only seconds ago was holding on to your wrist with a vice grip, the one he noticed hours ago was silently gazing at you from afar like a creep, staring as if you were something to eat, following your every move without blinking away or doing anything other than stay perfectly still in the darkness

"its okay!" you answer with a remorseful smile, feeling honest pity for the guy who looks completely befuddled by the situation in front of him "he's um- hes my boyfriend, we're just playing around, you dont have to-" you say, your voice still cracking with barely contained giggles

the guy takes turns looking from you to dex a few consecutive times

your boyfriend stares back with a taunting look in his eyes, like he's still hoping the guy will throw a punch or push at his chest a little harder

he doesn't take the bait, the guy doesn't say another word before he backs off and walks away with a look of utter disgust

its all the same to you and dex though, as soon as the random dude is gone your boyfriend is grabbing at your hand and walking with confident strides towards a secluded corner of the bar

he needs no audience to swallow your mouth with a possessive and needy kiss, he cant risk being interrupted once again

the feeling of him towering over you, finally pressing his whole body against yours is nothing short of euphoric, your breathing goes erratic when your hands can barely keep up with your need to touch him all over

you have half a mind to register when he groans into your mouth a sardonic yet not entirely insincere question "am i bothering you?"

you laugh momentarily, continuing to kiss him fervently and mindlessly, your hands tugging at the hairs at the back of his neck before he bites your lip in protest at your lack of response

"the only thing thats fucking bothering me is that we're still here, dex"

you're already sticking your tongue down his throat again by the time you realize you've used his real name

"this was your idea" he answers, big hands grabbing at your face to separate from your lips and properly look at you, he actually looks pissed that you're acting like this is his fault "you wanted us to be here, to do this-"

you try to kiss him again but he just pulls back to watch you struggle, a ruthless, scorning frown on his face

"just take me home already" you whine, wrapping both your arms around his neck to bring him down to you in desperation, using his tall and sturdy frame to ground yourself too

the world is spinning not only from the effect of your drinks but now also from the blinding, harrowing need gathering at the pit of your stomach, the one that makes the entire surface of your skin feel like its on fire every time you think about dex laying so much as a finger on you underneath all these pestering clothes

dex blows out a nervous and amused sound, shaking his head from side to side, still not kissing you back, his voice coming out husky when he teases "so i can take advantage of you in a state like this?"