Exton

I watch as Stoney escorts his beloved Ali out. She looks tired, poor girl. I must remember to drop by and give her a bit of respite. Keon leaves not long afterward. From the preoccupied look to his seeming, something is afoot. He would tell me if my aid were helpful.

The band is rather good. I am quite surprised actually. I did not expect ghouls to be so... comedic. Nor did I know there were so many songs about "Monsters". Ob's chosen sisters had pulled me out to do the Thriller dance of course. I had forgotten how lively they were. The music has taken a slower beat, a song with which I am not familiar, but have been told it is the theme from some horror movie.

"Mi Amour... come dance with me." I slide my hands over his shoulders, caressing the silk of his shirt with the barest tips of my nails. "One dance, and then we find somewhere much more..." I smile, my lids drifting down as I think of the warmth of his skin against mine, the taste of salt under my tongue. I know he can pick up what I am feeling. If he can read my thoughts, that I have yet to find out. If he can... we will leave before the dance can ever happen. I think they would frown upon a nude waltz.

Mortuis rises, saying nothing. People stop, watching our bodies move as if synchronized. If anyone can make a waltz erotic, it is the two of us. I think it is only then that Magnus realizes I have very little beneath my robes. I can feel his own reaction growing against me, see the burning in his eyes. Even though the music is slow, I am panting.

As soon as the song ends, he kisses my fingertips, then lays my hand on his arm. We stop at our table briefly, only long enough to pay our bill and leave a tip. I think we are cloaked and out the door before the next song has even begun.

Magnus opens my car door and leans down to hand me into the hearse. As I slide into the seat, I brush my hand over the tightness of his trousers. "My Lord Death..." He leans closer. "I want to dance with you, skin to skin."