When you wish upon a...(Gemorrah Nigh Club) (Popta

"I've got claws too, big boy. Don't you worry about me. I'm not made of glass."


And then she was kissing him and it was like all his wishes came true. Her kiss left him hungrier than when he'd started. She untangled from him to drink her beer and his thoughts weren't even close to PG anymore when her lips hit the bottle.

"Gabriel Baltimore's keeping it secret for 'a fun surprise', but rest assured, they do a variety of harmless supernatural effects and the pleasure gained is proportional to the price tag."

Loch's heart was already racing, and then slowing down, and then racing again. He leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath, one arm still wrapped lazily around Chell's hips. It might have seemed that he was surprised by the prices, but really his eyes were closed and he was taking a slow, deep breath.

He opened his eyes just in time for...

"Shit's expensive, right? Luckilyyyyy..."

She pulled out a platinum credit card from her breasts. "Ta-da!" She laughed. "Ganked this from my asshole musician ex. Fuck that guy, anyway."

He arched an eyebrow and laughed. Did all girls carry credit cards in their tits?

"Well shit," he said, because he wasn't sure what else to say. "I guess we're doing this then. Do you just take them like shots?"

ooc: my lame post is lame D= I'm sorry my brain is mush today))

"As far as I know, yeah. The liquid runs through your body and gives you an unearthly kick so hard you'd just black out for a few minutes." She took Lochlann's free hand and kissed the back of it softly. "Tiffany said it was like a slow and really intense orgasm, and when she woke up, boom, extra arm.

“Well, saying that sounds like a good time would be an understatement then,” Loch flashed a slow, easy smile at her. “I hope the feeling will be mutual.”

Still, he was feeling a bit apprehensive—it’s not that he didn’t black out often, because that’s basically how we went to bed every night, but he just wasn’t used to blacking out with other people and having things work out okay.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed, following Chell to the couch. He all but collapsed on it, but he did his best to make it look casual, and not like his leg was acting up. He positioned himself and made a small wave indicating that Chell was more than welcome to sit on his lap, since he lifted his eyebrows and flashed her another smile, but there was a little bit of danger behind this one.

“Let me give you yours,” he said, “and you can give me mine.”

He took another sip of his beer, setting the bottle down on the floor next to his feet. "If it's as good as you say it is, I want to to share it with you."

When she climbed onto his lap, he reached up and slowly ran his hand down her spine. He rested his arm around her hips again, though this time his fingers were more on her butt than side.

She pressed the cold vial to his lip and he did the same.

"Bottoms up," she said, and he tilted his head back in compliance.

At first, nothing happened, but he knew better to be disappointed. Sometimes these things take a minute to work, and who knew if they took a while to get through with the alcohol and--

There it was. It was exactly like she said it would be.

His heart stopped lagging and he could have sworn it stopped completely because a wave of pleasure crashed into him and swept him away.

He was glad he was sitting down because otherwise he surely would have collapsed, and he was especially glad to have an amazing woman on his lap. He gave her butt a squeeze but then his arms felt heavy and he could barely keep his eyes open.

He made a small noise of protest and pleasure in the back of his throat and fought to stay conscious as long as he could. It seemed like a long time to him, maybe a few minutes, but eventually his eyes closed and his thoughts turned into blissful nothingness.

He wasn't sure how long he was out, but when he came back he was more laying on the couch instead of sitting. His entire body was aware of every sensation, though somehow he was unaware of the pair of wings that had sprouted from his back and where crushed into the couch beneath him.

Lochlann felt.....good. Better than he had in a long time. His thoughts were fuzzy, like he was drunk, but he hadn't had more than two beers. All he knew was that he felt good and he really needed to fuck something or he was going to die.

He didn't open his eyes yet, but he took a deep breath and said, "You weren't joking. That stuff really has a kick to it."

"So... how are you feeling, boyfriend?"

She was kissing his face, her lips cool on his burning skin, and he titled his head to catch her lips at least once. His response kiss was a lazy, slow thing, one that would become more intense once he regained some control of his own body.

He ran his hand up and down her back, his fingers trailing small circles, and he wished it was on bare skin.

"Horny as hell," he said, which was the truth, but not necessarily what he'd planned on saying. He was thinking more along the lines of fine. He made a bit of a face but didn't think anything of it.

He opened his eyes, looking at the girl in his arms, and another slow grin broke out over his face.

"You have a.." he said, using it as an excuse to run his fingers along her butt on the way to the length of her tail. "It's cute."

His thoughts were a mess. He couldn't remember if he'd asked her how she was, so he did that next. "How are you feeling?"

His words weren't quite slurred, but his voice had taken on that too relaxed, low quality that came from a good fuck. He felt like running laps, but he also felt like laying here forever. He ran is hand back up and down her back, running his fingers through the ends of her hair, and thought dirty thoughts about what he'd do to her if they weren't on a couch in the middle of the club.

"Gods, you have no idea the things I'd do to you if we were alone," he said, and then frowned, because that's not what he wanted to say but it was the truth. "Uh. My apologies. I don't know what's wrong with my mouth tonight."

She was rocking her hips in a way that made the best kind of friction, her large chest was mushed against him, and Lochlann had to wonder if may he'd OD'd and this was what the afterlife was like. He shifted a little, moving his legs so she'd be in the space between them and could feel how hard he was for her.

"Mm. I'm horny too. Shit's crazy, right? Didn't expect the thing to be that potent."

He'd never heard the expression hung like a horse, but it certainly applied to him; there was a reason he wore baggy pants, but to stop her fingers from touching him was not one of them. Her teasing and the sensation of her mouth on his neck made his breath hitch in his throat.

He stopped being coy and grabbed her butt tighter, pressing her closer against him, and moved his other hand up to her breast.

"Heard the unisex bathroom in the second floor has a lock. You can fuck me if you can carry me there."

"You don't need to tell me twice," he said.

He rolled suddenly so for a second he was on top of her, pressing himself against her like he'd take her right there, but then he was back up on his feet. He kneeled down besides the couch, grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder.

He stood back up without much of a problem, though whether that was because his leg didn't hurt or because he was too distracted to notice was negotiable.

Something impeded the process slightly and that's when he said, "Is there something on my back?"

He started to walk while he awaited an answer, pushing past the crowd and the bar and heading purposefully towards the stairs. He held onto her butt to keep him from falling over; he couldn't really help himself. It just fit so nicely in his hand.

He took the stairs two at a time. When he reached the top, he found the bathroom, headed in, bit her butt, and then set her down.

He leaned against the door and locked it, catching his breath for a moment. "I don't care if that looked desperate," he said. "I need you....and I need you out of that dress."