I was going out tonight with the girls to this club downtown. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror; not feeling in the mood for a dress, I decided some tight jeans, a tube top that showed some cleavage, and the most comfortable pair of heels I own. My hair is wild with moose and my makeup is simple, minus my ruby red lips.
When I reached downstairs, everyone was waiting in the kitchen around the counter. “Took you long enough,” Jess teased.
“Hey, you can’t rush perfection,” I joked. “Okay, so let the night begin!”
“Wait!” Kimmy said. “We need to take a shot before we leave.”
Looking at the bottle on the counter top, I saw that it was vodka. Yummy. Once everyone had their shot glasses, we raised them in the air, “To a fun night,” I said.
“Yeah and to Scar finally getting some tonight!” Renee yelled. Everyone laughed and I just rolled my eyes taking the shot, loving the burning feeling go down my throat. You see everyone here had a partner, except for me, I haven’t been with anyone for like over a whole year.
Taking an uber, we got to the club in about thirty minutes. Knowing the bouncer, we got in pretty quickly and got a table. The club was full of people and the music was blasting. The rhythm making me sway to the beat. The girls and I were having a good time drinking, dancing, and laughing. Suddenly the DJ began to play “Wobble” and we all cheered and began to move our hips.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy getting really into it, the way his hips were moving was sexy. Looking at him completely, he seemed familiar, but I couldn’t see his face cause he turned around with his ass facing me. And my, what an ass.
The song finished and we were all out of breath. Kim and Jess girls went to sit down, while Renee and I continued to dance. “Cutie at the bar hasn’t torn his eyes off you for the past three minutes.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned around and saw that it was the ‘wobble guy’. But finally being able to see his face, I realized why he seemed so familiar. My eyes widened and I turned around to face Renee.
“I know right, he’s pretty hot.”
“No! Renee, do you not know who that is?” She had a confused look on her face and shook her head, I sighed, “That’s Dylan O'Brien.”
“You mean the Dylan O’Brien? The one you’ve been obsessing over ever since you were like fifteen?”
“I’m not obsessed,” I rolled my eyes. “But yes, him.”
Renee smirked up at me, “I finally see the appeal to him,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Whoa, down girl. I know you have dibs,” her eyes looked behind me and she smiled. “Looks like he has dibs on you too.”
“What are you tal-” I stopped when I felt someone tap my shoulder. Turning around, it was none other than Dylan himself. God, he’s even more gorgeous in person. His hair was slightly long and he had some scruff on his face which made him actually look his age.
I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do or say, my mouth was open so I probably looked like a stupid fish. I finally snapped out of it when Renee nudged me from behind, “Uh, hi.” I spluttered nervously.
Dylan smiled and stuck out his hand, “Hi, I’m Dylan.”
Smiling back I shook his hand, “Oh, I know who you are, O’Brien. I’m Scar and this is,” I turned around to introduce Renee, but she was nowhere in sight, “A traitor.” Dylan chuckled behind me and I turned around grinning.
“So, what brings you to this part of town?” I ask.
“Vacation actually. I’ve never been to Miami before and I needed some time to unwind.”
“Well, welcome to to Miami Dylan. I hope you like a 24/7 humidity, bipolar weather, and a bunch of loud Hispanics.”
Dylan threw his head back and began to howl with laughter and I couldn’t help but laugh back. The DJ began to play a pretty good song and I got the nerve to ask, “Dance with me?” Smirking, he took my hand and we went further into the dance floor. I was having a great time with Dylan, we were both dancing silly not caring who was watching.
“Woo go Scar! Get it girl!” Looking to my left, I saw my friends smiling and making obscene gestures. I blushed and shook my head, “Oh my god. They’re so drunk, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I’m here with my friends as well and I’m afraid they’re just as bad,” he pointed towards the right where there was a group of guys hollering at Dylan.
“It was actually because of them that I came up to you. They saw me looking at you dance and practically pushed me your way.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked, “So, you were watching me, huh?”
If it wasn’t for the different lights in the club, I could’ve sworn he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I got a confession to make O’Brien, I was checking you out while dancing the wobble. You move you hips pretty good.”
This time it was his turn to smirk as he said, “ That’s on the dance floor, you should see my hip movements in the bedroom.”
My eyes widened and I let out a nervous giggle. I couldn’t believe that I Dylan O’Brien was dancing and flirting with me, it felt like a dream. Before I could say anything, the music stopped and the DJ made an announcement, “Mi gente! Are you having a good time?!” The crowd cheered and hollered. “How about we change it up a bit and play some good old bachata!” Everyone went crazy when he began to play a well known bachata song.
“Oh! I love this song! C’mon O’Brien, let’s see if you can keep up.”
I started to dance to the beat of the song, but Dylan looked pretty confused and didn’t know what to do.
“Hey! Just follow me okay? It’s easy; move to the right 1, 2, 3, tap and now to the left 1, 2, 3, tap.” He followed me movements, “There you go! Now, move your hips a bit like me to the beat,” his eyes went to my hips and I swear I saw him lick his lips. “And move your shoulders a bit like this.” Soon enough, he got the hang of it.
Boldly, I walked up to him, put his right hand to my waist, my left hand to his shoulder and grabbed onto his left hand. “Relax and just follow my lead,” I whispered in his ear. His hand gripped my waist tighter and pulled me in closer. Soon we were both lost in the music dancing to the sensuous beat.
“This kind of music is pretty neat, I’ve never heard it before.”
“Yeah, it’s basically Spanish baby making music,” I joked. “Besides, you can’t actually live in Miami without knowing how to dance bachata. No matter what culture you’re from. It’s basically a necessity.”
Deciding to change it up a bit, I turned around without missing a beat, so now my back was too his chest. Surprisingly, Dylan didn’t miss a beat either and continued with the rhythm. Bringing my left arm up around his neck I whispered, “Not bad, O’Brien.” I could begin to feel his hard bulge against my back.
Pulling me closer to him, Dylan leaned his head down and nuzzled my neck. “Well, I have a pretty good teacher,” he husked. I shivered at his voice in my ear and I all but melted when he began to kiss my neck. I arched my neck to give him more access and messed up our perfect rhythm when he lightly bit onto my neck.
“Someone messed up,” he teased.
“Can you blame a girl? You can’t go around doing that without me losing my focus.”
Dylan turned me around to face him and we began to dance again. He looked into my eyes, leaned down and gave me a small kiss. “Does that make you lose your focus,” he whispered against my lips. Instead of answering, I grabbed the back of his neck and brought my lips back to his.
His lips were as soft as they looked and tasted like peppermint and mojitos. If I wasn’t drunk before, I was certainly drunk now. My hands went to his head and I lightly tugged making him groan. He bit onto my lower lip and then softly sucked on it, and I moaned into his mouth. I was on cloud nine as Dylan’s lips moved from my mouth back to my neck, softly sucking. I was about to suggest to go somewhere more private, when I heard someone yelling my name.
Looking to see who it was, I saw Kimmy trying to catch my attention, “Give me a sec,” I said as I reluctantly pulled away from Dylan’s touch.
“Jess is wasted so we’re heading back home.” I looked behind Kimmy to see Jess barely able to stand and Renee trying to keep her up. I felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over me, like I was finally realizing was happening moments before. Was I really making out with Dylan? It all seemed so surreal. Glancing behind me, Dylan was there waiting and smiled me way. All good things must come to an end, this was probably for the best, we come from different backgrounds and live in different worlds. I’m most likely just one of the may girls he’s met up at clubs. Sighing, I turned back to face Kimmy, “Okay just let me say bye and we’ll be on our way.”
“What? No, we’re going home. You’re staying with hunky O’Brien.”
I was about to argue, but she interrupted me, “Scar I haven’t seen you this happy in a while. Stay and enjoy yourself.”
“But he’s here on vacation, Kimmy. I had a great time with him, but I have to face the facts and smell the coffee. We live in different worlds.”
She smiled at me, “Well make the best of tonight and the rest of the time he’s here. Enjoy yourself, you never know what could happen in the long run.” Kimmy hugged me and walked over to the girls who waved goodbye. I closed my eyes and turned around to see Dylan still looking at me and only me.
Taking a deep breath, I made my decision.
A/N: Cliffhanger! Don’t hate me! Lol, but this is something that’s been on my mind for a while now and part 2 is currently under works. I hope you really enjoy it and please let me know what you guys think!
sugar and spice and a poisonous mouth;
a tale of a cruel man with silk-like hands to sweeten my undoing;
jagged crisscross scars to go with my venomous, sharp-edged teeth;
ruby red lips and broken skin to go with my crumbling pride;
still with a tongue so sultry and hot it scorches your lips;
equal parts hell and desire, i’m a ruin made out of briars;
reverse kalopsia, a gathering of spilled poison and blood stains;
the angel you seek hides a monster beneath
You watched as Jimmy left to go tell Elsa about the new “fortune teller”. You crossed your arms over your chest and shifted your weight so your hip jutted out slightly. You eyed the girl with a scowl on your face.
“I could give you a free reading if you want,” she said through her ruby red lips.
“Save it, sweetie,” you said holding your hand out, palm facing her. She seemed taken aback by your gesture, “Fortune teller? Please. I see right through your little act.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stuttered trying to seek innocent.
“I don’t know why you’re here, and I don’t really want to know. But I’m watching you stay away from Jimmy and if things get any stranger around here starting today I know where to start looking for answers.”
You then left her there in her state of shock and insult.
The Joker asked with a wide silver toothed grin, his ruby red lips shimmered under the mood light in your apartment. His teeth sparkled to match the glimmer in his blue eyes. He snatched the paper from you, reading the headline on the front “The Bats is back!” He cracked his neck, tossing the paper back toward you, his voice fell to a near growl “I knew he wouldn’t stay in retirement for long, he thrives on violence” a shudder in his voice sounded suspiciously like he was aroused by this thought.
“Now what to do we do?” You asked, watching the Jokers excitement as ideas whirled through his mind “Now that floozy Harley is locked up for good…”
Your words were stopped by his pale grip around your throat, the grinning man pinned you to the wall “please don’t talk about my Harley like that ever again, okay?” He loosened his grip and watched you fall to the floor, coolly trailing his fingers through the swept back style of his green hair “and while you’re down there” he glared at you like a piece of trash on the street “Do Daddy a favour” the metal grin spread across his face once more “it won’t suck itself”
Images of the Batman flashed into the Joker’s mind as he leant his head back, you unbuckled his trousers eagerly and he closed his eyes, letting his fantasies wander.
It is a large severe voiced contained
within a can.
Should I rattle this tin full of explosives?
I am asked not to and I do not because
I love him.
I am not even enticed to, truth be told.
It is more important for me to see him,
I wonder if he senses, how I become
excited when he subdues a tad; relents
a small fraction of vulnerability.
Or is he too far in thought that he cannot
tell how I am overcome by desire for him?
I put on black before we meet; to deceive
how I burn with loving lust within. But I
washed my lips ruby red to colorfully
depict in his mind the obeisant whore
in me crawling toward him.
If he only knew how I harbor dark wishes
to press my lips and purr love into his
ears—To raise my haunches over his
body; permitting soft mounds to dangle
as tickling toys over a sensuous mouth,
I long to feed.
Red Lipstick can be extremely scary and daunting for some people, but it shouldn’t be. As was once said “Give a woman the right lipstick and she can conquer the world” For me, I feel a hundred times more confident and powerful when I have a bold shade of red on my lips.
If you were to look into my makeup collection you’d notice many things, firstly that I have way too much makeup for one person and secondly that there’s a big pattern with my lip products: red, red, red, red, red.
i really cant believe how stupid some boys are like… whom the FUCK has three inch long lashes and ruby red lips naturally?? ofc women dont look the same w/o make up u dumb bitches… maybe if we werent vilified for not wearing it, we wouldnt have 2 “deceive” you like bitch shut up!
She loves in shades of red. Rose for the petals in her garden and apples kissed by scarlet. Peace in the garden is peace in her soul. Yet, her eyes still drift to the caves, and she wonders what lives in their darkness.
She loves in shades of red. Dark mahogany and burgundy. Wine that is poured into her glass by the gallon. They sit back and enjoy the heavy summer air on their skin. Dionysus at her side and Apollo, Hermes, along with Artemis are whispering and watching the sky. ‘The best cocktail?’ Dionysus asks. She smiles all teeth. ‘Swallow the stars, the moon, and all the planets. Nothing could taste better than the cosmos.’
She loves in shades of red. Ruby and berry. Lips on lips. She doesn’t know how to be gentle when all she craves is in his mouth. He breathes her in. Death never tasted as good as her lips.
She loves in shades of red. Crimson and Carmine. Pomegranates, six seeds that she savored on her tongue, and the color of his kisses when she pulls away. ‘I’m cruel.’ he says in between kisses. She steals one more kiss. ‘If you were cruel, you wouldn’t have let me choose.’