OMG - Kir and maybe a chaperone for Dil?

[Dilana Polyak]

Screamers. The one and only place Dilana was allowed to party apart from her mama's bar. Why, you might ask? Why would her mother deny her permission to head to some classy, trendy wine bar with sophisticated business folk as clientèle but would allow her to go here? Well, that would all lie in the owners. The Fenrisulfrs. For centuries, if not longer, the Fenrisulfrs had been allies of the Polyaks, an alliance that, over time, had grown into a family of sorts. Dilana considered them cousins, extended family, and her mother knew she would be safe there, guarded from the advances of the opposite, and same, sex by the (almost as) controlling males of the family.

After a particularly rough few days, Dilana needed a night out. She would respect her mother's rule, though it had been the cause of her pent up aggression over the past week. She couldn't get too close, couldn't flirt, let alone kiss or more with anyone, so she was damn well going to let out her sexual energy by shaking what she had on the dance floor. Sure, some poor schmuck might be escorted out if he got too fresh, but Dilana wasn't really in the caring mood at the moment. Whilst -she- couldn't do anything, she wanted attention, she wanted to be watched, wanted to be admired, wanted to be wanted.

So yes, her dress sense for the evening hadn't been as conservative as her mother would have liked. Even above the blaring music, Dilana could hear her mother's voice. Dilana Amerie Polyak... put some trousers on under that belt please... I can see your womb. Granted, it wasn't a belt, it had been a skirt but Dilana had compromised, wearing a longer skirt... but still one her mother wouldn't approve of. Still no good. Dilana had witnessed her brothers blocking the exits, flanking her mother who stood there with a pair of jeans in her hands. Well, at least it wasn't one of those Amish style dresses she had a real thing for making the young wolf wear at the moment.

They were tight too, hugging her form beautifully, which had shocked Dilana a bit. Not wanting to push her luck, Dilana considered her mother a gift horse, changed and left as quickly as she could. At least she was here now, stood at the bar awaiting her drinks order. No heavy drinking tonight, Dilana needed to keep her wits, so fruity little girly drinks were on the menu. For some reason they didn't touch her metabolism, didn't affect her brain.

With drink in hand, Dilana turned to face the dance floor. Ack... issue number one. The bar was different. One of the boys, the trusted boys, would dance with her there, twirling her across the dance floor and dancing in a way her mother didn't care about. Here, there was something intimidating about stepping out of that floor alone, without one of the boys there... or Kaera. Oh for God's sake, she was a shifter, she was beautiful, so why the hell was her confidence so shot? She knew why, everything about this night was futile, torturous. So what if she could dance until her feet burned and begged for mercy? It would just be another night filled with temptation, like even now she could smell the sweat and pheromones pouring off the males in the room, already grinding on the dance floor. This was nothing more than foreplay to most of them... and Dil would have to stand on the side lines, watching like the geek left on the bleachers.

Turning back to the bar, Dilana ran a hand through her long hair, groaning a little as she gained the bartender's attention. "Whiskey, double... no wait... make that a triple would you. And the top shelf stuff, not the water you serve the others... cheers."

[Kirian Katagaria]

Everybodys looking for love. Oh. Oh.
Aint that the reason youre at this club. Oh. Oh.
You aint gonna find it dancing with him. No. Oh.
Got a better solution for you girl. Oh. Oh.

The world was in chaos. Both of them.
Between the war going on in the Other Realm amid the dark and light fae and the conflict exploding into the mortal world thanks to tears in the dominion veil, things were getting pretty somber.

But…Kirian just wasn’t the type of fae to let those kinds of things bring him down. He’d never been a very serious male, and though he would fight to the end for those he cared about, he wasn’t going to waste what could very well be the last days of his life moping around like the proverbial donkey that lost his tail. God, (or whoever) willing, he was going out with a huge satisfied grin on his face and if Lady Luck be his companion, several nude females flanking both sides of him.

The night in New Orleans was sticky humid. A storm lingered in the clouds but would not fall, leaving the city hot and muggy; which just so happened to be a great thing as far as the tawny haired male was concerned. The females tended to remove as much of their clothing as possible; trading stifling long jeans for short and skirts that barely covered their littlest sin and tops that plunged, hugged, and showed off more skin than should be legal. Kirian -loved- it. Verily, he hoped they did end up in a downpour this eve. Wet, white tee-shirts were even better than dry ones.

He was dressed in a white tee-shirt of his own. One that was stretched taunt across his rippled abdomen and white shoulders, and pair of well worn, light colored holey jeans.
Along with the outfit he wore a smirk that spoke of devious plans, and a mischievous twinkle in his silvery blue eyes.
The expression held as he proceeded to knuckle-bump the bouncer on his way into the club. Of course they knew him; if not by name than by face and reputation. Screamers had become one of his favorite dives and one that he’d never failed to leave without one or a couple of women on his arm. Add to that the number of scorned boyfriends he’d left in his wake and the fights he had unwittingly started, you better believe they knew him.

Walking with his usual confident swagger, the fae eyed the mouth-watering buffet of gyrating bodies on the dance floor as he passed on his way to the bar. Feeling the pull of his quixotic charm, several women turned their heads in his direction; eyes and outstretched hands giving him that c’mere signal.

In due time. He was parched and needed a glass of something cool to wet his throat before he in turn made them wet with anticipation.

Sliding onto the stool beside a stunning russet haired female, Kirian offered her a playful smile and arched a tawny brow. “Strong stuff for such a little thing.” He remarked and turned to the tender. “What the hell. Make that two.”

[Dilana Polyak]

There had been times when Dilana had seen these nights as her outlet, her nights of fun. She could dance, she could get drunk and she could stumble home, that had been good enough for her. Something about tonight though just wasn’t right. Normally, Dilana could thrive on the pheromones, she could get a high off the scent coming off a male who was interested in her, but not tonight. Decades of the same old thing, suddenly wasn’t enough for her.

Ordering her drinks, Dilana tilted her head at the sound of the male’s voice, one phrase repeating over and over in her head as she prayed behind closed eyes, ‘please let him be ugly, please let him be ugly’. As her eyes opened and took in the blond male, Dilana’s breath hitched in her throat, her heart siezing in her chest as her stomach took a swan dive into her boots. Damn you fates, damn you to the darkest rings of Hell.

He was gorgeous.

The first instinct was to stick two fingers up to her mother’s rules, not bend them but shatter them into a billion pieces. He was literally Adonis perced on a bar stool and it made Dilana’s mouth dry. Unfortunately, Dilana’s own version of Jiminy Cricket reared its grotesque head. On any other day, Dilana found the voice of her conscience quite comical, as too many years of Disney films actually made it sound like the little top hat and jacketed creation. However, tonight, she wanted to crush the bastard thing under her heel!

What was it about him? She wanted to drag her eyes away from him, wanted to walk away… but it was literally like he’d hooked onto her and she physically couldn’t make her body move away! This could only be trouble should any of the boys see, they would either rip her away from him, or call her mother… or both!

Then Dilana took over again, not the hormonal slut who had inhabited her body for a moment. Forcing the carnal images that his tight, white t-shirt and holey jeans conjured in her mind, Dilana gulped, trying to hide the fact she literally had to shake the images from her brain. “Uhh… sure. Why not? Make it two.”

The bartender did as asked, reaching two glasses, the bottle from the top shelf and poured out the triples over ice before sliding them over to the pair. Oh sweet Jesus, this was her saviour in a cup! Clutching at the glass, Dilana only hoped she could get the water as cold as this when she finally got home, because she would certainly need a cold shower before she slept! “Sooo… hi, I’m Dilana.” Choices, did she slide her hand out or would having him actually touch her be the absolute ruin of her?

[Kirian Katagaria]

Just stay with me now, Say the word and well go
I'll be your teacher, Ill show you the ropes
You'll see a side of love you've never known
I can see it going down, going down

Kirian could sense the anxiousness that surged through the female upon his arrival.
He could feel it as a current of heat in the air and a light blush had crawled up her lovely tawny cheeks. She was many things; beautiful, physically magnificent, even exuding a certain power he could feel as a vibration in the atmosphere around them, but of all those things, she was not human. The fae’s curiosity was peaked.

“I’m Kirian.” He told her with a brilliantly bright smile, and reached across to grasp the hand that seemed paused in mid-extension. He squeezed the palm lightly and allowed a spark of fae magic to pass through his fingertips; just a little hint that would cause her body to tingle in the most intimate of places.

His grin widened then in impish pleasure, and he released the hand to pick up the amber and iced filled rocks glass that had been placed before him on the bar counter. A nimble finger rimmed the edge of the glass as he watched her dark eyes watching him, and he stuck the digit in to swirl the liquid, then bringing it up to his partially open lips to suck the vanilla spicy sweetness from it.

“So…Dilly…do you mind if I call you Dilly?” He began with a boyish smile that seemed to brighten the dim room, and he wrapped a hand around his glass.
“It seems like such a shame that you’re here all alone. That isn’t any fun, is it? Are you here to wash away something vexing or do you find it a thrill to get hit on by strange, beautiful men?”

The glass was lifted to his virtuous mouth and he took a deep pull of the cool beverage, wincing only slightly as it burned a trail down his throat and then settled nice and warm in his belly.
A blonde eyebrow arched over mischievously glittering silver-blue eyes as he brought the glass up to whirl his tongue around the ice, swirling it in the same manner as he would a woman’s littlest sin. With a husky moan of delight he sucked one of those icey cubes into his mouth, savoring the lingering taste of whiskey on it before crushing under his flat teeth.

[Dilana Polyak]

Anxious was a very tame word for the turmoil that bubbled beneath Dilana's surface. Here she was, the virginal only daughter of the Polyaks, sat next to one of the most attractive men she had ever laid her eyes on, and the things she wanted to do to him, wanted him to do to her, was actually driving her to distraction. He wasn't human, even if her senses hadn't told her that there was no way a human could look that good... well... Kevin's face flashed across her mind which just made Dilana's turmoil grow further.

And then he touched her hand, causing Dilana to feel the tingle travel the length of her arm and spread. Oh Jesus. Dilana had to bite her bottom lip as the sensation made her want to throw him against the bar and have her wicked way with him... but she couldn't, she knew that.

And then the glass! Watching him swirl his finger around, then suck it. Dilana's mouth became drier than the Sahara in the height of summer! He was talking, she could see those lips moving but the words coming out took a little longer to register over the painfully torturous images that had rooted in her thoughts. Those lips, what it would feel like to kiss them, to have them on her skin... Dilly? Only her brothers called her Dilly... but damn, he could call her what he wanted.

She had to snap out of this! She had to get her head back into the game or else she was going to break. The thought of her mother's disappointment was usually enough to kill any libido she had, but recently it hadn't been as effective. Damn Kevin, damn this guy, this Kirian!

Having always been told that ladies do not down their drinks in front of gentlemen, Dilana threw that bit of advice to the wind and picked up her glass, necking the triple in a few gulps. Slamming the glass down on the bar, she motioned to the barman for a refil. "I used to... I used to find it fun, but not now... now I'm just drinking away the annoyances... and you have to stop doing that!" Facing the bar, she pointed at him, aiming her finger's focus for his mouth, as the moan resonated out, "Dammit... and that."

[Kirian Katagaria]

In my head, I see you all over me.
In my head, you fulfill my fantasy.
Youll be screaming ohohohoh.
In my head, its going down.
In my head, its going down.
In my head. Yeah. In my head. Oh yeah.


“What?!” Kirian let a husky chuckle escape his throat, finishing off the icy shards and letting them slide down his throat. He snaked his tongue across his lower lip and then sucked it in for a moment, relishing the taste of the lingering alcohol and the look on her face. “I’m not doing anything!” He laughed and pasted in a on an innocent grin, wrapping a hand around the drink to mimic her tossing back the triple. The burn resonated in his whole body as it lit his veins on fire, and he slammed the rocks glass down on the bar in time for the bartender to come around for the refill.

The tawny haired fae could feel Dilana’s reluctance to give in completely to his magic, but the pleasure that rippled through her became a tingle in his own lower belly. God, it felt good. Shame that she was holding back, but he didn’t force it. He never forced it. The unique female probably had a lover already, or was -in- love. If she wanted him she could easily have him, but he wouldn’t ever push it.

“Just relax, woman.” Kirian told her with a playful grin and lifted his newly refilled glass to swirl it around before taking a little pull from it. “I can feel your iron will and you know as well as I do you wouldn’t let anything happen unless you were certain of it.”
The fae smirked and the garish light above the bar danced in his silvery eyes, exposing a little of the potent magic within him.
“Just try to enjoy the thrill of dancing on the edge of right and wrong. You know it’s almost as satisfying as a climax.”

He arched a golden eyebrow at her and a rumble vibrated his chest again. The male loved the tease; a game of cat and mouse. Who ever she had holding her heart was a lucky man or woman (oh god-- that mental image drove a spike of wanton desire straight to his groin). Kirian could tell she was a fire cracker!

“You should come out there and dance with me.” Kirian challenged her and tilted his head toward the sea of gyrating bodies on the dance floor. The smell of sexual arousal immediately drifted on the air and played havoc with his senses, and his keen ears could hear a little moan of pleasure over the pulse-pounding music as his gaze caught a couple in a shadowy corner; the female wrapped around the man who was leaning against the wall.

Oh yes. Wasn’t that just the cherry on top of the whip cream? Pushing her buttons was going to be so much fun!

[Dilana Polyak]

Playing the innocent only made Dilana fix him with a disbelieving look, her jaw slacked, before she chuckled. Yeah sure he wasn't doing anything. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was, especially for a creature like her. Humans might have not guessed, but with her heightened senses, and knowledge from her mother's bar, Dilana was pretty sure she'd pegged him. Well, this really was going to be a testing night.

He continued to joke with her, which automatically made her do as he had said, relax. I can feel your iron will and you know as well as I do you wouldn’t let anything happen unless you were certain of it. That made her feel better, knowing that, even if she faltered, he would know she wasn't certain, didn't want it, and wouldn't take advantage. It meant a lot to her, especially considering her iron will wasn't as strong as it had been. Dilana had some decisions to make, she needed to reevaluate whether she needed to have a meeting with her mother.

Then he spoke about climaxes which made the wolf blush deeply. Considering she was protected to the nth degree in the bar, she had to go to her girl friends, overhear women, to hear anything about sex. To hear about orgasms from a male, a fae male, a gorgeous fae male, was something she wasn't used to at all. Unable to stop herself, Dilana stopped moving, her jaw dropping again as she watched him arch an eyebrow at her, oh he was a git.

The music pounded through her entire body, vibrating the floor beneath her feet and travelling the length of her denim clad legs. This, this was torture, and though Dilana thought she should just make her excuses and go home, part of her actually wanted to stay with the fae. He was gorgeous, yes. He was a major flirt, no doubt, but there was something about him that made her feel safe, like she could have fun without worrying whether she would break the rules. She wasn't allowed to dance with men, not in the way he was thinking anyway, but surely this was a way for her to test herself? If she could resist a fae, she'd be okay, she could do this.

As her eyes moved to the dance floor, Dilana took in a deep breath. What if she couldn't resist? What if she broke? He was right though, she needed to balance on the edge, she needed to get so close to that line without breaking it. If any of the boys broke them up, then surely the fact she had resisted taking things further would look good on her part! With a nod of her head, Dilana knocked her drink back again, before pushing herself off the bar and sticking her hand out, "Alright... let's dance... but promise me one thing, even if I tell you I want it, I don't... okay? When I say no, I mean no... and when I say yes, I mean no."

[Kirian Katagaria]

Some dudes know all the right things to say. Oh. oh.
When it comes down to it, its just a game.
Instead of talking let me demonstrate. Yeah.
Get down to business lets skip foreplay

An audacious grin spread over the fae’s ample lips when the female’s tawny cheeks tinted with an appealing flush. He could practically feel the uncertainty drifting off of her and the way her thoughts reflected in those pretty hazel eyes was nothing short of amusing.
Kirian watched her toss the drink down the back of her throat like it was some form of liquid courage, his brow arching in pleased surprise when she actually accepted his offer to dance. His grin widened and he lifted his sinewy frame off his own stool, sliding a large palm into her smaller one and chuckling loudly at the ‘promise’ she had thrown at him.

“I tell you what…” He began, and cheekiness sparkled in his grey-blue eyes as he walked backwards toward the dance floor tugging her with him, “I won’t offer you anything but freedom and a good time. If you start begging for more, then I’ll have to toss your ass into that pond across the street so you can cool down.” He winked at her and his honey wheat hair fell across his face as another rumble of laughter shook him. “I don’t mind a little late night skinny dipping anyway…”

The floor was packed with dancers, but none minded making a little more space for the gorgeous pair. In a room full of normal humans, the two supernaturals shone like a star in the middle of a hazy moonless night. They watched the Fae turn Dilly to face him, winding his arms around her hips and tugging her against him as he began to sway slowly to the pulse pounding rhythm.

It was hard as hell not to let his natural allure reach out to her, especially when her curves were pressed all up on him and that earthy, feminine aroma lingered in his nose like a spicy aphrodisiac. He inhaled sharply and moved his hips in a slow circle against hers, a grin curving up the corner of his mouth when he found her gaze with his.

“This alright, Dilly?” He asked innocently and arched an eyebrow as the couple next to them got into some kind of argument because the woman couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He cast the blonde with the pissed off male a little wink before turning his attention back to the were (though he knew she wasn’t human he had no idea that she was a werewolf) “Sorry, that happens all the time…” He told her, though his voice was more amused than repentant.

[Dilana Polyak]

As she accepted his dance offer, Dilana could feel the nerves sparking off within her body. This really was walking on the razor's edge, her hand in his, going to be surrounded by bodies that just oozed pheromones and sexual urgency. She couldn't have hidden the hesitancy if she'd tried, her entire body tense as she frantically tried to remain in control of herself.

Moving towards the dancefloor, Dilana bowed her head and smiled as he compromised with her. That would work, but she did have a somewhat dryer option available, "Ooor you could just call out one of the managers or the owners... they're... kind of family, they'll sort me out." Jesus, what was happening to her? Where was the fiesty shifter who would have come back with some sarcastic, humourous comment!? Where was the shifter who wouldn't have been nervous about this at all, who wouldn't have even agreed to a dance? Where was the shifter who could be pacified just by being here, being watched and admired?

The floor truly was packed, more so that Dilana had first anticipated, meaning that even if she had wanted to dance with some space between them, it was going to be nigh on impossible. She didn't have a choice, within moments of being in the throng of people, Dilana was twirled to face the handsome male as his arms wrapped around her, bringing her close, closer than she'd ever actually danced with anyone before... and yet, she couldn't bring herself to say she didn't enjoy it. She did... a lot.

Yet she still couldn't relax, she still moved awkwardly with him, though she did manage to drape her arms around his neck. To most of the people there, she probably didn't look awkward but for the shifter, she wasn't dancing like she would have done normally. Then his hips brushed against hers as he circled, causing her body temperature to shoot up a couple of degrees, damn her for wearing her hair down. ~This alright, Dilly?~ His grin, she couldn't be angry at him when he grinned like that, or acted so innocently. She wanted to give him a warning, just dance, but she couldn't. Moving one hand from his shoulder, Dilana went to move her long mane from her neck, trying to cool down when she too noticed the people beside them exchanging some heated words. Seeing the wink before his eyes met hers again, Dilana arched an eyebrow, he was such a player! Suddenly her control was easier to keep on a leash, she wouldn't give herself, break her mother's rule, for someone who was a complete and utter lothario.

~Sorry, that happens all the time...~ Dilana's eyebrow was still set high as she tilted her head at him. Well look at that, little miss firecracker was back, and all it took was the knowledge that, even without her mother's rule, she still wouldn't sleep with him, one night stands were sooo not her thing. He was nice enough, don't get her wrong, he promised her that she'd be safe with him, he was actually giving her a fun night, but that was it. "Oh tell me about it... comes from our genetics I guess. I won't mind if you want her, I doubt they'll be going home tonight and you're basically in there already." It was her turn to grin, though she wasn't being sarcastic about the blonde. He wasn't going to get anything from her tonight, so she honestly didn't mind if he wanted to go and make the moves on someone who was more likely to drag him in a corner and make her move than wait until they moved to some place more suitable. He'd actually cheered her up, and for that she was incredibly grateful.