Music blasted. 

The bass traveled up my toes, my calves....up to my thighs. I felt the sexy tendrils drumming towards my center, up further still. It elicited wild thoughts and caused my mind to open as if not aware of its surroundings. I moved in time, winding myself softly but rhythmically. I came alone but knew there would be guys here. So many surfers and a good chunk of locally stationed marines. 

The warm early evening breeze swept through the outdoor dance floor. It lifted my hair, sending the loose strands that had escaped my top knot to dance around my face. I closed my eyes. The suns final rays were on my back and felt so deliciously warm. As I moved in time to the beats I felt a pair of hands on my hips. My eyes opened. There was a mystery man behind me. 

His fingers held me firmly but not too tight. It was nice. The sensations traveled the length of me. Going to this dance club meant you'd get touched, it just did. I had had enough of being stand offish anyway. It was time to rejoin the world around me. I began to slow with the music. My ass ground backwards, but still didn't make contact with whoever had claimed me as a dance partner. 

But I wanted to see him. 

With each bass hit, his hands moved up to my waist, still spaced evenly in grip. He might be a marine. 

A marine...

My mind raced at the prospect. I had seen them every day at the base near my house. Saw them going into the water, swimming, in full uniform. They trained on the beaches of Marine Corps Base Hawaii/Bellows day and night in rotations. 

I turned around to face him. This possible marine was taller than me, by quite a bit. But with my heels on, I was at his collar bone. I didn't look up at his face though. I couldn't. The music spurred me onwards. Instead I let my hands reach upwards towards his chest. He tensed when they grazed the tight shirt he was wearing. Then I let my fingers clasp behind his neck. His skin was warm. It felt good.

We danced and his hands got gradually tighter, then moved back to my hips. I felt sexual and it scared me. It had been so long since I'd felt this way. The song began to slowly end. What was I going to do now? I let my hands slip from his neck and down to his biceps. They tensed as well under my touch. The DJ was quick to fade to another song, this one a bit more upbeat. 

I couldn't pry my hands off of this man touching me so I let myself ease back into a steady rhythm with the music. He took my staying as an invitation, and pulled me closer to him, sliding a leg in between mine. I ground down on him, letting my head sway slowly. Closing my eyes again, I let my mind be transported to a foreign place, far from Hawaii. 

The club liked to stay 'hip', more for the marines than the locals. They tended to spend more money than surfers did. As such it became a contest to see who could get the most local women and left behind marine wives. Or so I was told by my neighbors. This was my first time here. Either way, I relished the feelings this dance partner was showering on me. 

His hands moved back to my waist as his leg left its position. My hands took his as I turned around. I danced and intertwined mine in his, on my hips, no doubt giving him more encouragement. He lucked out as other girls dancing nearby weren't so open to their partners. The song ended and a slower one took its place. 

My mystery marine bent slightly from behind to whisper something in my ear.

"Thank you." 

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Deep purples and oranges lit up the pending night. It was beautifully breathtaking. I stared at the skyline beyond the bar, my thoughts all over the place. The marine had slipped away when I turned around and I wasn't sure which one of the muscled men I had danced with. I knew his outfit, so I could possibly identify him that way. But right now I looked at the sky. 

"Your drink." 

The bartender had slid a colorful cocktail in front of me. 

"I didn't order that...just another Modelo please." 

He grinned and used his chin to nod at the end of the bar where a group of marines stood. 

"It's from the one in the grey tee. You want me to send it back?" 

I shook my head, pulling the cold glass towards me. 

"No, thanks. I'll take it." 

"Don't worry, no one slipped anything in it. I made it right, ya?" 

The bartender was local. He wouldn't mess with a fellow local like myself. It's just an unwritten code of honor around here. I nod and give him a closed lip grin before taking a sip. It was delicious. My eyes wandered past the bartender to the group of marines. There he was. 

My marine...

The one who I danced with. He was watching me. Tan, tall, ripped from working out and plain working as the marines here did. His hair was dark and closely cropped though not that short on the top. He clearly liked to push boundaries as far as the regulations go. My grandpa and dad used to both be marines so I had exposure to it throughout my life. 

A song began as we looked at each other. 

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He wasn't smiling, but his buddies noticed my attentions and slapped him on the back, grinning and talking. Probably telling him to come over. I sipped the drink more as his eyes slid to my mouth. I knew he was watching me. It had been so long since a man had given me attention like this and I was on autopilot. I let the straw slide out of my mouth and I  licked my bottom lip. He shifted his stance, watching me. His eyes were back on mine. Without hesitation I mouthed something to him before turning to go back to the dance floor. 

'Thank you'. 

Feeling the music again and the alcohol now sliding through my veins, I began to dance in the middle of the crowded floor. It was fully dark, the stars glittering above us. This side of the island was free from light pollution that you'd find closer to Honolulu. I liked the seclusion better. It suited me. A well built surfer I knew from breaks came dancing in front of me. He gripped me roughly as we made eye contact. 

I found the local surfers to be pretty good looking, for the most part, so it didn't bother me that he chose me to dance with. 

"You surf Bellows a lot eh? I see you there...I'm Chaz." He said loudly near my ear. 

He ground himself into me as I replied back. 

"Yeah. I'm local. Mila." I replied loudly back. 

He seemed to like that response and danced much more provocatively than the marine had. 

The marine.

I looked around as the song ended, hoping to see him. Wanting him to dance with me again. Another song began to play and the surfer noticed my attention shifting so he let me go with a wink and latched onto a blonde woman next to me. 

I kept dancing, alone again, but still within the crowd. The air crackled with a sexual feel as clubs often make it do. Was I ready to be 'awakened' and thrust back into regular life? I dampened the thoughts with sound. Moved my body and let the alcoholic buzz take over. Then I felt familiar hands on my hips again from behind. 

Him.

This time I wanted to see his face. 

I turned and he placed his hands on my lower back, pulling me gently into him. Looking up our eyes met. Hazel brilliance made my breath catch in my throat. He was stunningly handsome. We danced as if one person, melted together. I turned my head so I wasn't staring at him anymore. He reached up with one hand, the other firmly on my back in a possessive nature, and stroked the base of my neck. Stray hair grazing his skin. 

I could feel myself getting wet, down below in my tight Levi's. This was unexpected, the level of excitement my body was giving off. I hoped he didn't know I had this response to his touch. I would never be just a one night stand. Never could. I let my cheek rest on his chest as I gripped his forearms. He smelled faintly like expensive cologne. I wanted the song to keep going, but as it often does at clubs, it transitioned to another. 

He slowly loosened his grip on me and I glanced up again. 

"I'm Luca." He said softly, a hint of sexual tension to it. 

I bit my bottom lip as his eyes drank me in, replying in kind.

"Mila."

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