AN: I still know what happens nexts! LOL inspiredthoughts@hotmail.com I love feedback. I love you. All you need is love... ************* One-Night Stand: Chapter Six **************** Keelie groaned, but was swept despite her voice of reason into her employer's arms with a surge of the crowd on the dance floor. Their bodies had none of the qualms good sense did when it came to moving together, and the beat drove her movements to match his own as AJ's hands moved with knowing ease to grasp her slender hips, fingers digging into her golden skin as he settled himself at her back. Warm lips asked, "What are you doing here?" as those marvelous, still remembered hands moved up to stroke her sides, just below her breasts, before trailing back down to linger possessively at her waist. Keelie should probably be scolding him for something, but he felt too good, a heady masculine presence rubbing along her body like a dark, contented feline. Damn AJ McLean. If he'd been a cat, he probably would be purring! "Trying to relax a little." She rolled her shoulders. "Maybe unwind." "Relax?" AJ asked loudly over the music as he turned her in his arms so he could watch her face, watch her lips as she answered him. "Blow off some steam," was her equally loud reply. And the sexual tension between them was rapidly escalating to unbelievable levels. She had grown use to having the urge to rip her employer's clothes off and make their fantastic one-night stand a repeat experience, but grinding to heavy music in his arms within the very club she had taken him home made the yearning all that greater and Keelie didn't have the best self control under good conditions. Oh yeah, the ex-boyfriend scare and subsequent adrenaline rush was also helping that urge out. The whole need to feel alive and all that psychological crap. And if she wanted to feel alive by licking a trail up the salty skin along Alexander McLean's neck then... One-night! One-night damnit! She watched as AJ's too astute eyes darkened as he realized the nature of what was running frantically through her head. Watched as he licked his lips, slowly, and let his hands grow heavier as they rubbed in a slow back and forth motion which caused her midriff to warm from the friction, even as excitement uncurled in slow tendrils from the center of her stomach. One-night. Right. No repeats. "Mr..." She couldn't finish the formal address because he stopped her by kissing her, right there in the middle of the bloody dance floor, and it took Keelie all of about half a second to kiss him back, with enough tongue to have them both groaning. He broke away long enough to gasp, "Your place or mine?" That shocked her out of the inciting haze of passion stupid AJ McLean had managed to set fire to after about a minute of dancing with him. "ONE-NIGHT STAND!" she yelled back at him, as both an excuse and a shield, oh and as a little reminder to her somewhat forgetful self. His soft brown eyes flashed quickly with hurt and Keelie felt like a heel. Mostly because she really, REALLY wanted to be with him again. They didn't come nicer, or better in bed, than he did. She should know. She'd been hurt enough by assholes to recognize the difference. But she couldn't, wouldn't start a relationship with him. It would lead to too many things. Complicate too many things. And hello, Backstreet Boy- that was an issue all in itself. Besides, its not like she was more than a passing fancy for him. The one that was good enough with her tongue to shag twice. The tongue girl. Nothing more. Right? Oh fuck it. "Bathroom," she yelled over the pulsing rap of the currently song. AJ's eyes widened as he considered the possibilities before he sent her a full smirk that curled her toes. Literally. Bad boots. Besides, sometimes it felt damn okay to be the tongue girl. She had enough time to squeak before those wonderfully strong hands picked her up. Keelie wrapped obedient leather clad legs around his waist and allowed her once one-night stand steer them off of the crowded dance floor. It should have surprised her that he knew exactly where the little used employee restroom was. She knew where it was, and had employee bathroom privileges anyway, but was amused as he headed toward it with the unerring sense of a bloodhound. A very horny bloodhound. The door flew open as they fell through it and Keelie giggled despite herself, she wasn't much of a giggler, when AJ landed against a hand dryer and cursed between kisses. She found herself perched on a sink about half a second later, as his wonderfully clever hands began to do wonderfully clever things to her very willing body. She was so easy to seduce. Her conscience kicked in long enough to murmur, "Lock the door." AJ's pained face was almost comical as he made the two-foot dash, locked the door and, like the Flash, returned to her. "Protection?" "Got it." She swallowed and watched as he paused to take her hand and trace the tattooed bracelet of music notes with his tongue, warm sable colored eyes waiting for her honeyed gaze darken. His own eyes were doing some darkening of their own when Keelie took his hand away and brought fingers to her lips, taking the darker skinned digits between her teeth and into her mouth. She watched as his Adam's Apple bobbed in appreciation. "Damn, Keelie..." voracious kiss, "Stephanie..." another probing kiss, "Marie..." the following kiss lingered, "Childs. I love your tongue, and your name." She had a witty reply, she really did, but it was lost in the sudden need she had to be with him again, heated skin against heated skin, dark tattoos clashing as limbs intertwined. And it wasn't about forgetting Daniel or a dozen other equally bastard boyfriends or whatever threats they managed. It was just about letting herself feel happy and, stupid as it sounded, cherished. She wasn't kidding herself. If she had been, she would have taken AJ home and pretended they were a happy couple or some other such nonsense. She wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed but she wasn't dull. This was just... well it wasn't a one-night stand because they had done that already. It was more of a well... bathroom quickie if you wanted to be crass. Although neither one of them were going too swiftly, despite their hurry, and well, a bathroom quickie kind of denoted, like a one-night stand, someone you weren't supposed to see again. Keelie still had to go to work in the morning. Never mind she was going with one... no, two hickeys now, given to her courtesy of her employer. She could still act professional. Honest. "Okay," AJ whispered hotly against her neck, "I love you in leather pants but they're hell to get off." Keelie pealed with laughter and started to help. She was okay with the hickeys. The rest, they'd play by ear. Tomorrow.