'He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is'

Blade was in the center of all the attention, once again, and this time, he was facing Spencer.

I'd hopelessly wished this would never happen, and even if they'd glimpsed each other from afar, I'd been careful all night for them to never cross paths or end up within the same 15 feet area. But now, they were less than three inches away as they pushed each other.

"No, leave him to me. I want it to be fair." Spencer shook his head, stopping a few of his teammates who stepped next to him with rising fists – I only caught Gordon's face as my head was spinning too much between the two men facing each other.

"You sure it's fair that way?" Blade lifted his chin, offering a perfect view of his stretching Cheshire cat's grin, the killer kind, and I realized I wasn't breathing as a gasp echoed from beside me.

Diane had followed me. Of course, she wouldn't have missed a chance to catch me crumbling down, and she even managed to pull out of her shocked stare to throw the first blow.

"It looks like some things are still about winning..."

Her words felt like an electroshock, restarting my heart, and it was jumping in two directions as I turned back to where everyone's attention was.

In a blink, they were already grasping each other's collar, and from Blade's knuckles taking the same color as the bandage beside them, and the vein bulging near Spencer's temple, it was clear they were fighting, and they wouldn't stop until one of them won – what? I had no idea, like I couldn't predict who would win.

Spencer was strong and trained to tackle down his opponents on the field. Blade was fast and used to fight for his life. I didn't want to find out any of the outcomes possible.

I knew what was to lose, and it was enough to pull my body into motion.

I didn't think, nor breathe; I'd lost my sanity and breath already, and I was only following the bangs of my heart, which pumped adrenaline faster and faster in my shaky legs and until the tip of my fingers, as I pushed through the crowd.

"Stop! Spencer! Blade!" The screams came out tighter than I'd expected, surely because their tensions were traveling to me when I reached them.

It was like standing in the clash of fire and ice, the collision of electron and positron, and even my heels cracked under the force of the big bang growing. I understood why everyone was watching crippled.

Yet even if my nerves were crushed and pulled under, I still leaped on them like a shooting star, and my hands might have been shaking, but they were gripping pieces of smooth fabric until my nails dug into skins, both of their skins. I recognized the sparking powder and fluttering flames climbing up each of my arms.

Once more, it announced nothing but a disaster, especially in the middle; however, I'd rather have taken it literally in my chest than let them fight, and that was what I did in a way as my fierce green eyes clashed with crystalline and amber.

My chest kept growing tighter until I finally felt them easing off under my hands, and something blew up inside my chest. My breath? My stomach? My heart? I wasn't sure, and before I could find out, a voice boomed louder.

"What's happening here?"

All eyes turned to somewhere behind me, and I didn't need to look as, one by one, people stepped away like sensing the explosion that would still happen, but in a different way.

The chaperons were back from wherever they had been, and if I'd wished for someone to intervene seconds ago, it now appeared like the worst moment. That was what they called coming late to the party, and from the position the three of us were still in, I doubted it could have looked like a new trendy dance.

The boys may have relaxed, but they hadn't moved away, surely because of the tight grip of my hands, and there was still so much to lose.

"I'm not tolerating any trouble."

This time, I recognized the principal's severe voice, as it was closer and louder, like the problems apparently. "Should I call–"

"We were leaving!" I exclaimed, one of my hands letting go of his grip, while the other used more strength to tug the strong boy with me, and all my movements were automatic, driven by some survival instincts that were kicking in before the principal even finished his sentence.

Whether he was about to say 'the police', 'your parents', or just 'call the night off', everything was making me run faster as if we were chased by policemen, a never-ending grounding, and angry teenagers in elegant outfits.

But when the hand I was still holding tightly made me slow down, I realized we were already alone, in the dark parking lot again. The only thing that had followed us were the tensions from that ballroom; they were still in my searing lungs gasping for air, in my shaky fingers, and in the warm night air all around, and they were closer with each uneven click of my heels in the silence.

I wasn't the only one to feel it as he glanced over his shoulder at this invisible chaser before turning to me.

"About–"

"I don't wanna know." I lifted my eyes to meet the tempest in his blue ones, and I swallowed the tightness in my throat to add, "It's a beautiful night. Let's not spoil it..."

Blade was back to gaze at my freckles like some sort of mystery of the universe, trying to pierce through the mess I was for the truth. But it was the truth. It had been a beautiful night until that incident, and it still was, even if my shoes and my ribcage hadn't yet recovered.

Of course, a million questions were spinning in my head to understand how everything so beautiful had almost turned ugly in a few seconds, yet would knowing how, when, where, what, why change something? It wouldn't turn back time, and we wouldn't turn back for that last dance that must have been already well underway.

"What do you wanna do?" He nodded to Pete's car by our side, making me realize we were standing in the same spot where this beautiful night had started. It still was...

The air was warm, the sky clear. We had no limitation as I didn't have to come back home tonight, and the right corner of his lips was inching up to offer me a glimpse of the bad intentions I loved so much.

"To see the stars," I replied with no hesitation, and as he led me on the squeaking seat, and the roaring engine of Marylin started, it hit me that this time, we were running away together after the storm... like Bonnie and Clyde, or Lucy Lucas and Ford Wels.

*** 

"I think I owe you one last dance?"

"What?" I lifted my head from the strappy heels I'd just taken off to be met by the same hand as one month ago, the small bandage remaining around his palm not even taking away its intriguing powers and that spark tickling me to say yes.

"There's no music..." I pointed out the most obvious, although glancing around, there were more arguments.

From my abandoned shoes that had given up the ghost on our walk here to the sloping ground, and the dark surrounding only lit up by the full moon and our candles on the blanket, Carrion, the South hill wasn't the place to share a slow dance, and yet, my fingers slid between his, tracing the branch designs I knew by heart in the back of his hand.

As he tugged me up, he once again had already convinced me before even talking.

"Who needs it? When I have a really talented astronaut who can sing to me."

I giggled, hoping to distract his attention from my warm freckles as I shook my head, but it only drew his gaze more intensely on me, and the warmth spread to my whole body.

"Okay, but... I don't want to dance with Ford Wels." My protest was just a breath as he was already pulling me against his chest, and on my bare tiptoes, his cocked eyebrow appeared even more dizzying.

He was so tall I had to tilt my head back, and I was so small, wrapped in his strong arms. In the shadows of the night, and in his slick tuxedo, with his bow tie undone and hanging by the sides of his shirt, he looked taller, darker, more handsome, dangerous, and sharp than ever.

"I want to dance with Blade Sayer."

His eyes widened for a second, enough for the crystalline to splash me with its transparency, and then, his magical grin was back. "As you wish."

He made me spin around, and we danced. Well, on the bumpy grass, we quickly found out that it was complicated to waltz graciously, so it was just my bare feet on his, and our bodies glued to each other, swaying slowly to the soft melody of night-owl crickets and the uneven thuds of our hearts I could feel with our intertwined hands between our chests.

He was right. There was no better music, and it fitted naturally the lyrics that flowed out of my lips in a murmur.

"'Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone... Without a dream in my heart...'" I was more breathless than when I'd sang from the top of my lungs, yet I still continued as, with each word, his features seemed to light up more and more... his growing grin, his dimples, his eyes...

"'You knew just what I was there for...'"

He added to the music with his fingers, brushing the top of my hand in rhythm, and it spurred me.

"'Blue Moon, now I'm no longer alone.'"

I was lost in blue too, yet it wasn't the moon, nor anything in the sky I loved so much. It was an infinite blue expanse so close when he leaned his forehead on mine, and I finished with a 'Ba-dang-a-dang-dang Ba-ding-a-dong-ding', although I wouldn't have needed to; my heart was echoing it louder as our song ended, replaced by another. This one was made of the same crickets' chorus, but fainter as something crackled in the warm air.

We weren't dancing anymore; the only movements were our breaths teasing our lips and pulling our chests each time closer as we were gazing at each other's souls.

"And for the fireworks?" My hoarse voice cracked under the intensity of his stare.

"I can arrange this." He scooped me up into his arms before I could blink, and like a sharp contrast, everything switched.

His chuckle and my giggle engulfed the silent melody, surely disrupting once more the peaceful slumber of every living being around. The bad intentions took over the softness, and I was above to take in his mischievous grin as his arms held me firmly up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Just this, just the bangs of my heart and the spectacle I saw in his eyes were better than any firework, with all the stars from above reflecting in the falling darkness, and I even glimpsed a shooting star.

Though it wasn't the grand final, and he quickly 'arranged' this, bringing my smile down on his and lighting up all those sparks.

The colors burst behind my closed eyelids with each brush of his lips, and they traveled through all my nerves when his tongue poked at my lower lip, and the kiss grew more heated.

Like those sparking rockets shooting up in the sky that you could watch a million times and never know what to expect, his kisses always took my breath away, and each flicker of his tongue against mine created unique eruptions of tingles in my insides. The only difference was that, contrary to the fireworks, here the trails of sparks didn't get lost; they gathered in my core, and when his hands moved just a little to grope my behind, I realized how grand the spectacle had already been, and how much more I wanted.

I started to grind my hips against him, and I didn't know how he kept standing so tall and strong with my small body growing restless to feel more of him, and our lips still meeting in the grand finale. But he expertly guided my hips just a little lower to meet his, and I was the one to gasp out of the kiss at the contact, my knees buckling even if they weren't holding anything.

Our panting breaths and the many layers of clothes, nothing could get in his way as he pulled me down against him, each time harder until the tulle of my skirt bunched up, and he continued his attacks on my parted mouth, tugging my lower lip between his teeth. Like always, he was unstoppable, and engulfed in his dangerous aura, my boldness was sparked.

Once I caught my breath – or at least, the few shreds of it – my lips ventured to his neck, straight to the sweet spot where I could taste the erratic thumps of his heart and feel it send the adrenaline faster in my body.

"Mhm... baby," he groaned, leaning away when even he could guess the skin had my mark, and only then, did I realize he'd fallen to his knees on the blanket.

For my defense, the desire buzzing in my ears, along with the way he was making my hips bounce in his arms as if I weighed nothing was quite dizzying, and in fact, when he slowed down his movements, I wasn't more aware of our surroundings.

My only focus was on those rosy lips, drawing me in as they stretched slowly, and like some irresistible magnet, or maybe just his bad intentions, I couldn't resist as we kissed again and again.

I'd lost count of how many kisses we'd shared tonight, yet it was enough for the smoothest caress of his plump lips against mine to turn into a searing tingle and for our tastes to mix until I couldn't distinguish the cherry flavor of my lipstick from the faraway bitterness of his cigarette, and yet, each kiss was more desperate.

I could have got lost forever like this, but apparently, my lips weren't the only thing he was craving as his hungry kisses trailed lower, following the curve of my neck until they reached my low sleeves.

"These shoulders have driven me crazy all night..." The contrast of the rasped words and his heated, wet mouth against my skin rushed a zing of desire straight to my core and a shaky sigh out of my lips, and more followed as he continued his deviant trail of kisses and words.

"Been thinking about reddening that soft skin." His teeth grazed ever so lightly the top of my collarbone before his tongue dived in the hollow there, making sure to put his words into action. Although I had no doubt the skin was already flushed as I could feel the few freckles popping here and there under his ardent gaze, and he turned each one into flaming sparks with his lips.

All of this while the back-and-forths of our hips hadn't ceased. It was slower, but still enough to make every spark of desire spin faster, and thus, turn them into a dangerous fire. The light tulle of my dress became too thick and heavy on my heated skin.

Yet my hasty fingers didn't go for the zip at my back; they were tugging on the collar of his shirt, fumbling with the small buttons and fueling the fire with every inch of burning skin I uncovered. Well, I didn't manage to go farther than the first two buttons that I was already suffocating and melting under his touches, and he noticed my struggle as he tore the fabric open in a split second, sending the buttons flying around and sliding off his tank top even faster. 

I wasn't sure it helped though, as it felt as violent as a jet of fuel on the flames, and it seemed to burn down something in the air and in us.

My dry lips swooped down on his glistening inks with no hesitation, and my hips resumed a more intent rhythm of rolling swings against him, while his chest was falling and rising with amplitude, and his hands snaked under my skirt, his nails raking all the way.

I didn't even try to hold back the loud moan that tumbled out of my lips, vibrating straight to the tip of his gun tattoo, and letting me feel the bang of his heart.

Maybe it was us the blaze, together, crackling and growing wilder with each touch as my hands expanded to the belt of his pants, and as instinctively, his hips jerked up.

"Baby..." Even his grunt sparked like fire from his chest and ended in molten lava in my legs.

Everything was flowing as naturally as flames, so when his hands let go of my thighs and stopped the sway of our hips, I didn't question it. I just let that primal force in my veins guide my movements as my mouth slid down to another ink, the compass.

I was in the middle, kissing softly his belly button when his voice echoed again, this time, like sand on the flames. "Dorothy."

Lifting slowly my eyes to him, I caught the bead of sweat trickling along the protruding veins on the side of his neck and the wild look in his blue eyes. Yet it wasn't any of these that froze me as I straightened to lick that drop of sweat and dive into his gaze.

"Stop me."

The protrusion poking at my stomach, it was what sent a crippling shiver throughout my whole body, and before I could glance down, he took my hand and wrapped it around the unmistakable cold handle.

"I told you you would need it." 

Dun dun dun... Another Cliffhanger 😬🔫

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