Exton

The lights slowly dim and  Tori whispers into the mic. "Weeee're baaaa-aaack"

Ob hits the downbeat to Time Of The Season. His voice is gravelly, but sensual, as he slides his thoughts along the curve of Pandora's leg. The song itself is a promise of pleasure, Ob takes it to the next level, feeling her squirm as she tries to talk with his cousin.

It's the time, of the season
When the love runs high
In this time, give it to me easy
And let me try,
With pleasured hands

(To take you and the sun to)
Promised lands
(To show you every one..)
It's the time of the season for loving

The floor fills with couples, moving against each other to the rhythm. Keon offers his hand to Inari, escorting her to a spot near the middle of the dancers. Sliding an arm around her waist, he pulls the Ambassador close, feeling her echo the movement of his hips to the rhythm. He closes his eyes, drinking in the feel of her against him.

What's your name?
(What's your name?)
Who's your daddy?
(Who's your daddy?) (He rich?)
Is he rich like me?
 
Has he taken
(Has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)
(To show)To show you what you need to live?
 
(Tell it to me slowly)
Tell you what?
(I really want to know)
It's the time of the season for loving

Stoney plays the bridge as if each note were alive, sending a thrill of electricity along the nerves. There is a slight surprise at the feel of magic to the music, the touch of otherworldly magic. He glances up as the bridge ends, noting the sparking to the Wards' energy. Ob nods. High Court flavor. More than we have had here before. Stoney relaxes and lets the music flow.

What's your name?
(What's your name?)
Who's your daddy?
(Who's your daddy?) (He rich?)
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
(Has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)(To show)
To show you what you need to live?

(Tell it to me slowly)
Tell you what?
(I really want to know)
It's the time of the season for loving

Dark hair falling forward over his shoulders, Stoney's fingers caress the keys. He opens himself to Alise, letting her feel the magic sliding, not just through the music, but through his own being. He feels the gasp of surprise, the soft moan, which neither of them is sure she stifles. His fingers tremble as he lets her feel the brush of music over her nature, turning the pleading nature of the song into a promise of sooo much more.....

When the song ends, Ike puts her hand over the mic and swallows hard. Re'mi, if you do that again, make sure your shields are tight. I almost lost it! I am soaked and I hope I don't kill Monty later! Better yet, maybe I should kill YOU NOW!

Tori grins hard. Aw hell Ike. Use it later. I'm going to store it up... Hope Tannr can walk in the morning

Ob laughs. I hope all our *amorati can... and that those of us with offspring don't get interrupted. On that note, My Nestlings ...  how about a little Eagles? One Of These Nights?

Without missing a beat, Tori slides into the opening notes...


*lovers