Tough Lover (PG 13)

He grinned at her, simply humming in response. Other than the physical aspect of what they were about to do, there really was no other reason for having her. He certainly wasn't lonely. If he was, well he had friends for that. Merlin, he lived with one of them.

"Thank you," the boy murmured, his voice husky as his fingers continued to roam across her skin. "Good to know we have something in common then," Julian said with a grin.

The Prideux's grip on her tightening, he let out a satisfied little noise. This was the best thing about clubs. Sure, finding the girls and the initial flirting was fine, but this was the real reason he did it. Finding her dress zipper, he easily unzipped it, letting the fabric slide to the floor. Pulling away long enough to give her body an appraising little smile and nod, he was quickly moving back towards her. His arms wrapping around her waist, he pulled her up onto the table behind her, his mouth pressing against hers.

Crawling up after her, he pulled away long enough to whisper, "I hope you like tables." And then his lips were crashing back onto hers, the kiss filled with lust and longing.

Veronika sighed with satisfaction. She knew that all of this was purely physical and she was glad- emotions were so messy and complicated, and not at all as fun as this was. She detested clingy guys and she had a feeling Julian would be just the opposite. Good.

She smirked in response. "I think we have a little more than that in common," she whispered, trailing a finger down his stomach. Leaning forward, the Slushatel whispered in his ear, "We're both ready for some fun."

Shivering as the cooler air hit her back, replacing the fabric of her dress, Veronika kicked her heels off and let him press her against the table. She preened as he inspected her, then returned his lust filled kiss. She felt him lift her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling their hips together.

She laid back as he crawled on top of her. Grinning against his lips, Veronika murmmered "Not at all." She allowed him to be on top- in her experience, most guys liked it better that way. Gave them a feeling of power or something. She raised up to press her body flush against his, kissing him deeply and hungrily.

He shivered slightly at the feel of her hand on his bare chest, each touch sending sparks running up his spine. He loved every moment of it. "And fun we'll have," he murmured, pressing his lips to the skin underneath her ear, grinning.

Julian had missed this. As much as he liked just relaxing and spending time with friends, but there was just something so thrilling about this. Friends were fine, but fleeting encounters with strangers was exciting.

His fingers running across the skin around her waist, the sixteen year old pressed his body further against hers, craving the feeling of her skin against his. His hips grinding against hers, he pushed her away from him even as his grip on her tightened, pulling her closer. It was a tug of war, pushing and pulling though neither won out.

Grinning against her lips, he kissed her back just as passionately, his tongue waging a war against hers. This was his element, and here he shined.

Veronika relished the feel of his fingers on her bare skin, lifting her hips against his as they ground together. The feeling was amazing and she decided that she had gone too long without a guy. She needed this tonight.

Their tongues battled for dominance, neither giving in, neither winning. While their mouths were busy, Veronika's hands roamed, removing the last articles of clothing standing between what they both wanted. She wrapped her legs around his waist, an invitation.

And Julian had never been able to turn down such a lovely invitation.

Pulling away from her long enough to flash a toothy grin, he pressed himself back into her. With their clothes long gone, it was nothing but skin against skin. It was all a game to him. An intricate game where they both got what they wanted.

And right now, he was getting what he wanted.

Look at the pretty little time skip.

He awoke with a yawn, tired but not necessarily unhappy. Blinking over at the blonde, Julian grinned as the memories of last night came flooding back. She'd certainly lived up to his expectations. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the table before jumping off, picking up his clothes.

Pulling on his pants, he threw Veronika's dress at her. "Wake up sleepy-head." His voive was firm, but not without amusement.

Veronika groaned and rolled over. "You're an asshole," she muttered as she stood and pulled on her clothes. "Here I was, sleeping peacefully, and you just had to wake me up." She faked a pout at him. "You didn't even leave me a good view," she teased, gesturing to the already on pants. When she was fully clothed, Veronika grinned at him, walking towards the door. "I'll show myself out. See you around, Pretty Boy."

The Slushatel girl sashayed out the door and down the street without looking back, although the night had been extremely pleasing. He was definitely one of her better conquests. As she strutted down the quiet Paris streets, she debated whether or not to pay for breakfast. She shrugged. She's probably just steal it, or seduce it off a sleepy baker's boy.