Is this destiny?

~ Seattle, Black Rose nightclub ~

On the dance floor…

Bridgette's arms are wrapped around Steve's waist and her head rests on his chest. They are one couple in the crowd; no privacy is provided but the amount of people allows them to blend in and feel like they are alone.

She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent.

Bridgette is a petite young woman, easily lost in a crowd of people where most of them are towering above her. But here, in Steve's embrace, she feels safe. No matter how many people surround them, she knows that he will take care of her.

She was prepared to meet with him later tonight, possibly after midnight, when the all-girl event ends. When she heard that Steve is in the nightclub and she can see him earlier, she didn't hesitate. The only thing Bridgette regrets is that she forgot to tell Sophia, JoAnna, and Sarah when she left the VIP room that she was going to join Steve downstairs. She was caught in the moment and just left.

Steve touched her chin with the tips of his fingers to lift her head up, while lowering his lips on hers.

Bridgette's arms moved around his neck and he allowed her to pull him lower for a second before he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he held her with ease, like she has no weight at all.

Bridgette loves how strong he is. Steve can lift her and carry her around like it's not a big deal. His whole body is firm and strong, yet when he touches her, he is so gentle… she smiled at the thought of his touch.

"Uhm… you can keep me down.", Bridgette glanced around them, relieved to see that no one is looking their way. At least not how much she could see.

Steve shook his head lightly, denying her request, before speaking. "My neck hurts. You are too short." He grinned, amused by her outraged expression.

"You…", Bridgette wanted to retort, but his kiss swallowed her words and she forgot what she wanted to say.

Steve's tongue slipped inside her mouth, and she already knew that those moves will rob her of any reasoning she might have.

Bridgette's grip around Steve's neck intensified and she felt him lower her bottom slightly.

She gasped in his mouth when he positioned himself just right, so that she can feel him hard and ready for her, pressing at the cradle of her thighs.

Even through his jeans and her light summer shorts she could feel how hot he is, or maybe that was her heat… she was not sure. She felt his hips moving slightly, rhythmically, while he was grinding himself, just enough to arouse her.

If anyone looked their way, they probably looked like a couple dancing to their own tune, with the guy holding his much shorter lady partner up so that they can kiss… probably. But no one cared. So many couples were making out and groping each other on the dancefloor, and the two of them didn't stand out at all.

His lips moved from her ear to her neck and back to the ear again… light bites mixed with sucking and kissing.

She buried her face in his neck, suppressing her moans just in case someone hears her over music that blasted through the nightclub.

Steve shaved a while ago, but Bridgette could still identify faint scent of his aftershave. Oh, how she loves that scent! She took a deep breath trying to savor it, but her mind was unable to focus on anything other than her increasing heat because he was grinding between her legs.

The grip of her fingers on his back told Steve that she is enjoying and that he is hitting the right spots. He could feel her hot breath slipping inside his shirt as it was getting heavier and he knew that she is almost there. Steve moved just in time to swallow her screams, enjoying the feeling of her body trembling against his as she exploded right there on the dancefloor.

"Shit, Steve… you made me come in the same room where my brother is…", Bridgette complained while catching her breath. Her goofy smile didn't match her words.

Steve smirked, entertained by the fact that out of hundreds of people around them she is concerned only that her brother is somewhere nearby.

He enjoyed seeing her like that, flushed, out of breath, satisfied, because of him. He allowed her time to catch her breath before responding while taking in her current state with delight. The shy girl from a few months ago was gone. She was replaced with this seductress, and he gloated at the thought that he made her this way. Steve was elated by knowledge that he is the only one who can see this unrestrained Bridgette. In front of others she is that usual Bridgette who can talk smack, but blushes easily. He likes that.

Steve kissed her on the cheek with mouth slightly open, allowing his teeth to brush against her skin. He wanted to show her that he was ready to devour her.

"Yes, I did…", His lips traced edge of her jaw. "…and what are you going to do about this?" He moved his hips once more, this time with more force, sending another shudder of pleasure though her while reminding her that he didn't find his release, yet.

Bridgette looked up at him and smiled. "Let's go to the hotel."

He didn't object. It will take some time to reach their hotel, but he knew that once there, they can take their time; no one will interrupt them. "Can you walk?"

"In a minute.", she admitted. Her legs were feeling weak.

"I will carry you."

Steve moved her body and she shivered again when her legs came back together.

He carried her, princess style, out of the Black Rose.

"Don't forget to text someone that you left. You don't want to make them worried.", he spoke softly close to her ear while making his way through the people.

"Mhm…", Bridgette confirmed, grateful that he reminded her.

She sent a quick text and placed her phone in her back pocket before resting her head on his shoulder. She will take any rest she can get, because she knew what is coming.. She closed her eyes and smiled.