Dancing in the Dark: James x MC Fanfic
Summary: You and James have a date at the opera. The music is captivating, the play magical, but James has other things in mind…
Author’s note: NSFW. ;-) This is the sexiest of all fanfics I’ve written, and will probably be the first of more. So if you’re not into this kind of fanfic, move on to the next post. If you are, well then, stay.
Dancing in the Dark
“Fancy,” you whisper to James as you slide into your seats. James’ parents had given him tickets to the opera, and you both jumped at the chance for separate reasons. James had been wanting to see the French musical Romeo and Juliet, and you wanted to dress up for it. It was your first time to go to the opera after all.
“You look stunning,” James says softly, turning towards you. You had taken special pains getting dressed. Were you formal enough without looking like you tried too hard?, you kept asking Zack and Kaitlyn as they helped you get ready. You watch James’ eyes travel from your pinned-up hair, down your neck, your royal blue dress, to your toes. You blush as his gaze travels back up, pausing momentarily on your cleavage.
“Eyes up here,” you grin, tipping his chin upward with your fingers. You give him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for taking me here. I feel so grown-up,” you giggle. “In a private box, no less! How posh.”
He places an arm around your shoulder. “I’m just glad I get to watch with you,” he smiles, his fingers caressing your bare shoulder. As the theater lights dim, you snuggle close to him.
As soon as the play begins, you are enraptured by the music, the actors, the energy in the theater. You’ve watched plays before, but not like this. Sure, you don’t understand French at all, but the music is enough to move you. You clap along with the crowd, bring your hands to your mouth as you let out sighs and gasps, wipe tears from your eyes when Romeo and Juliet are singing for each other longingly on separate parts of the stage. You feel James watching you through the first act. The times that you would look at him, you’d find him intently gazing at you, his look loving and ravenous.
Before you know it, Act I is over. “Oh James, that was so lovely,” you gush. Before you could say another word, he presses his lips hard against yours, grabbing your hair and pulling you close to him in a gentle but hungry way. You return his kiss with equal passion, your arms sliding around his neck as you surrender to his kisses.
You break apart shortly before intermission is over. “Mmmm,” James says, leaning his forehead against yours. “That was more enjoyable than the first act.”
“Why do I have a feeling you’ll be distracting me in the second?,” you smile devilishly. The theater dims again as the second act begins.