𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔩

Bonus No. 2

"I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there's no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."

- Franz Kafka

Kate and Fyodor had been in the club for a couple of hours now and Fyodor began to feel uncomfortable with the moisture building in the air from sweaty bodies rubbing up against each other. Normally, he wouldn't be so opposed to such things, however, under these circumstances, he could hardly contain his disgust. Kate had not yet taken notice of his twisted facial expressions, or perhaps she did and chose to say nothing. Either way, Kate continued to enjoy herself.

It was in environments like this that Kate understood how her sister was able to focus on partying, it was intoxicating. She felt as though she were under a spell, a dancing plague. She could dance forever and forget about her worries, drowning them in incredibly overpriced liquor and painful blisters between her toes. It was refreshing that people weren't focused on her every move; she wasn't under a microscope here. She felt somewhat normal.

Kate returned to the booth where Fyodor had been waiting for her to return. He saw her flushed cheeks and the small beads of sweat that had begun to gather on her hairline. Disgusting, he couldn't help but think. However, the goofy smile on her face instantly made him silence his negative thoughts. She was having fun, real fun.

"Can I get you a drink?" She asked, shouting ever so slightly over the pounding music.

"Depends, what do you think I would like?" He asked, leaning towards her to hear better, as well as get a better view down her shirt. He may have tried to be a gentleman at all times, but he was a horny man.

She pulled away to look at him with intense concentration. He felt a bit self-conscious under her perfervid gaze and struggled not to squirm.

"I think you would be the type to order a single malt or a classic gin martini just to look sophisticated and overall dry as a person, but secretly you enjoy negronis or mojitos." She finally stated as she narrowed her eyes at him. He only laughed at her assessment of him.

"I do enjoy a good mojito, only if the season is right and the leaves are fresh." He explained, proving her right. She smiled widely at her correct guess and clapped her hands together.

"I knew it!" She squealed excitedly.

"A drink says a lot about a person I suppose. Judging by your upbringing, I would have guessed you liked wine and champagne." He smiled, messing with her.

"I actually don't like bubbly drinks, they hurt my throat. And wine, blech! Too many country clubs." She shook her head as she rubbed her neck with the palm of her hand. With her own hand practically wrapped around her throat, Fyodor's heart leapt in his chest imagining his own placed there instead.

"Be careful dear, necks are very delicate. They get red so easily and are just sensitive overall." He reached over to delicately pull her hand away from her neck, his fingertips brushing against her skin. He could have felt her heartbeat on her neck if he lingered long enough. It was hot though, and he knew his touch was like ice.

Kate's breath hitched in her throat as she maintained eye contact before breaking away quickly. Fyodor couldn't help but feel accomplished with this action. He rattled her in the best way possible. Her cheeks were flushed an even deeper shade of crimson after this action.

"How would you know so much about necks?" She said at a normal volume, however, he heard her. He leaned down to bring his lips next to her ear.

"Because I have a lot of experience around a woman's neck, darling." He dragged out the words, his breath cascading down her neck. Chills were sent down her spine and she physically shuddered, her eyelids fluttering ever so slightly.

"When you drink, where do you feel it?" She asked him, suddenly seeming unphased from the entire conversation they had just had.

"My chest, why? Where do you feel it?" He returned the question, confused.

"I feel it in between my legs in the form of a second heartbeat." She looked up at him through thick lashes. Fyodor stiffened at her confession. My god, he wanted to take her home and see just how accurate her confession was. Hell, he'd even check now if she would let him.

"I-I'm sorry?" He stuttered, entirely caught off guard from her sudden flirtatiousness.

"I'm gonna grab you a mojito. Hopefully, I won't get distracted on the way there or back!" She smiled as she hopped out of the booth and ran off into the crowd.

Fyodor only stared after her in amazement. She... she actually teased him and won. My, was she less conservative than he had been led to believe. He wondered if she had ever even done it before... The thought never had crossed his mind before, but now it was practically screaming at him. Just how experienced was Kate? It bothered him that he knew nothing, AND she had left him very much hot and bothered in this suffocating building. Yet he loved every second of it.