Lucifer

Chapter 4

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Tonight, she was drinking. Hard. I had followed her to the club where she met up with her friends, who I found extremely annoying. It seemed she had a bad day because when she left work, she was in an awful mood. That was until the guy had called her and invited her out to party with them. I heard her mumble her plans to forget the whole day and have fun with her friends, which was fine, until I found her acting like a common drunkard.

She kept drinking and the guy kept encouraging her to drink which irritated me even more. With that much alcohol in her system, she started behaving reckless, singing loudly along to every song the DJ played and grinding her body against every moving person. What really pissed me off though, was when her friend pressed himself against her, enjoying the feel of her body against his.

She had sensed me of course, she always did. I had remained leaning against the bar, with a drink in my hand as I watched her dance the night away. But she didn't ignore me like she had grown used to doing the past year, instead she kept her eyes on me the whole night. Every time she lifted her glass to her lips, her eyes would find mine once more. Every time she pressed against her current dance partner, she would maintain eye contact with me. It was as if she was dancing for me. It was extremely sexual.

She had gone back to dancing with her guy friend, the one I really disliked. She had been a tease all night but while the guys she danced with touched her, she kept her hands to herself. But this time she was touching him. And he was enjoying every moment of it, even as she kept her eyes on me, with that mischievous glint in them which told me she was looking for trouble. She was deliberately trying to irritate me.

It was her smirk that did it for me though. Here was this woman, in a skin tight, short black dress that kept riding up, with her long legs exposed and hair let down, out right teasing me. What truly made it worse, was that whatever she was doing was working. I looked her over once more, before shaking my head in disbelief and leaving the crowded club. I couldn't stay there any longer.

It was when I stepped out into the cold of the night that I felt someone grab my hand. I froze, naturally, having not felt another person's touch in an entire year and even then it had only been once in years that I had felt another person. This would make a second. It was her. The hair on my skin stood up at her touch, everything stood at her touch. Even time itself seemed to stand still whenever this girl touched me.

"So, are you just gonna continue following me around or do you ever plan to talk to me?" I had barely managed to turn around before she attacked me with words.

"Go back inside to your friends," I told her as I looked around. Only a few people were around, and no one had noticed us.

"No. I think we need to talk, big guy," she used her finger to poke my chest. I looked down, briefly distracted by the action, before finally meeting her eyes.

"You're drunk," I was merely stating the obvious, but she looked offended by it. I turned around and started to walk away. She followed behind me like a lost puppy.

"I am not! I jus-" she tripped over her own feet. If it wasn't for my fast reflexes, she would have fallen flat on her face. I don't get enough credit for this hero behaviour.

"You were saying?" I replied sarcastically as I swept her up in my arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked tiredly, seeming cautious about my actions yet still she wrapped her hands around my neck and cuddle into my chest. She felt good in my arms, something I didn't want to notice.

"I'm carrying you home," I told her simply, but it hadn't mattered because she was long gone, I noticed, as her eyes slowly shut, and she made herself comfortable in my arms.