For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

I moved on the dancefloor, eyes half closed, let my hips circle, my hands wandering over the sides of my body. The way I usually danced; the way it had always worked as soon as men were around.

Not even a minute later I had someone dance with, or rather, before me; putting one of his hands on my hip.

Not the guy I would have chosen if I had a choice - too young; too 'black' in his clothing and hair - but obviously either young or drunk enough to have the courage to do this.

Not bad for what I wanted to demonstrate.

I danced closer to him, brushed my body against his a few times and the poor guy was lost, now holding my hips with both hands.

His face came closer... very close... half closed eyes looking into mine.

Not Xander's eyes, no comparison, I thought.

Doesn't matter.

I came closer to him, pressed my cheek against his; his sweat there mingling with mine, making our cheeks glide over another.

Two hands sliding from my shoulders down my arms and up again. Oh, I thought - another one? - but was too lazy to turn around.

When the hands had found their way up my shoulders again, two things happened simultaneously: The right hand squeezed my shoulder hard on the bitemark Xander had left; sending a good amount of pain through my arm and the guy before me froze, stepped back and disappeared.

I had no doubts about who was standing behind me and who now, still holding my shoulder with an iron grip, turned me around; the arm that held on to my shoulder winding around my neck in the process, pressing my head close to him. Wow, he had taken the shirt off... no, no. I thought, No way I'm gonna be impressed now.

"What's up, Xander?" I gritted through my teeth past the pain that was radiating from my mistreated shoulder. "You play games, I play games."

" Courageous game you're playing there. Courageous, but dangerous at the same time. I didn't give you this..:," he squeezed my shoulder harder and I had to swallow not to wince, "coincidentally, I gave it to you intentionally to remind you of me. You're mine this night unless I discharge you from that promise." He whispered into my ear; the voice a bit too calm for what he was saying and doing.

Interesting enough he also considered the game I had been playing dangerous. Seemed as if we both had something in common. Let's see how much more we have in common, I thought.

"As long as you also keep your promise that you're mine this night, Xander." I felt my eyes watering from the pain but could pull myself together so that I didn't start to cry about his hard hold on my shoulder. "You don't want me to play games with you? Then don't play games with me. Never expect something from others that you're not willing to give yourself."

It took a while until I heard the familiar chuckling near my ear where he had buried his face into the crook of my neck. Good, I had obviously given him something that was worth thinking about...

"You're good at playing those games, you know that, Dana?" I heard him in my ear, the grip on my shoulder was loosening slowly as if to remind me longer that it had been there.

"Been practicing that for a long time, Xander. Though this here, really, was far from my best shape. Ask your brother about the GTO, or Michael about the engine" I replied, turned my head a bit, licked over his ear and felt him shudder in return.

His hips started to move, swaying to the music, taking mine with him.

"What will you do now, Xander?" I asked. "Want to continue playing games or give your attention to me?"

"I'd say I want to play games while giving my attention to you." He chuckled and bit into my neck.

I laughed out loud. "What kind of games did you have in mind, Xander?"

"Well, for a start...," he turned me around in his arms, settling behind my back, one arm around my waist, the other at my neck so that my head was pressed to his shoulder, never stopping to move to the music, "I could tell you where I'd rather be than here and now."

"Proceed?" I said, closed my eyes and leaned into the touch of his hand that was now sliding along the curve of my neck. I could feel his naked skin touching the deep neckline on my back; his warm skin moving on mine and instantly felt reminded of what we had done earlier this evening.

Wonderful, just great, Dana, I thought. One touch of his skin and he's got you again. Dammit!

"Imagine it's summer. Warm outside..." His hand traveled up and down my arm.

"Hmmm, the warmth I don't have to imagine..." I sighed.

"But this time you're riding that bike and I'll be the passenger." I could feel his breath on my ear; he spoke so softly that it barely carried over the music which, on the other hand, now only served as a background for us two still moving on the dancefloor.

"I can't ride bikes." I laughed and felt him biting into my hurting shoulder again; but this time more carefully, lightly.

"You'll learn that, Dana. I'll teach you." Xander whispered. "In fact, I'll teach you to master the bike in a way that I'll want to be your passenger."

"Now that's something I would like." I replied.

A-ha! Now I had him at a point making plans with me not just for that night; and teaching me to ride a bike was probably something that stood much higher in his hierarchy of things to do than looking out for something who had pneumonia. Even if he was now just speaking about it in a 'what if' case, this had to mean something.

More, I had to hear...

"And then? What would we do together on that bike?" I touched the arm that was draped around my waist with my fingers; slid down to his hand and played with his rings.

"Ride it, of course. I assume because it's summer you would consider wearing something else than those trousers?"

"Perhaps; what do you have in mind?"

"Oh, I imagine you'd want to wear a short skirt. Leather, of course; and black, because you'd be wearing it for me." He grinned into my neck, I could feel it.

"Wouldn't such a short and probably also tight skirt be a bad idea if I was to ride the bike? You know, I could catch a cold..."

"Oh, I would take care of that." Xander chuckled.

"And how would you do that?"

"Well, just imagine you... with me... on that bike... warm summer night... my hands on your thighs... slowly sliding upwards..."

Damn, it was hot in here!

"I assume we'd do this in the States so we wouldn't have to wear helmets?" I sighed.

"Of course. That way I could kiss and lick your neck while you're driving."

As if to demonstrate it, he pushed my hair aside and did just what he was talking about.

"Hmmm..." I sighed and cocked my head the other way so that he had more access to my neck's skin. "And what would you do if I'd have to speed up? Sure you could hold on to me?"

"Ah, I'd just dig my fingers into your legs, don't worry."

"Just into my legs? Or did you have any other plans?"

Forgotten was the music, the people, the club.

"You think you could control the bike when I'd start to slide my fingers into your panties...?" His voice was low, soft; and his breath on my ear almost drove me insane. This time you've won the game, Xander, I thought.

"I don't think I can control myself when even just thinking about it, Xander; I don't even want to imagine what would happen if I rode a bike with you'd really do that..." I hissed.

"I like it if you're letting yourself go like this. Much. But I think you need more self control on a bike." He chuckled and started to push me away from the dancefloor. "I have a better idea than just dancing around here, let me lead you this time."

He pushed me back to the other hall, still holding me the way he was when we were dancing and constantly nibbling at my neck and ear.

Couldn't say I didn't like it.

He stopped in a dark corner by one of the iron construction pillars that held up the lightning frame of the hall.

"Climb up there." He said.

"Beg pardon?" I asked a bit confused.

"I said climb up there. You can climb, right?"

"Oh, I can climb, but unfortunately I have to tell you that I'm not just a bit afraid of heights."

"You are afraid of heights? Oh, you gotta be kidding me. You can't get enough of speed, but height is something you can't put up with?" He laughed.

"Sort of." I mumbled and was already getting sick by just looking at that approximately five yards high pillar of which I couldn't even see the end because it was in the total darkness of the ceiling of the hall.

"But you like flying in a plane?" He still laughed.

"Flying I like much, yes."

"That's absurd, Dana. Up with you, or I'll pinch your ass. Naked ass, that is." He growled.

"Okay, if you climb behind me be prepared that I might puke down all over you." I replied and started to climb away from his laughter.