Mischief on the Dance Floor

*Wednesday- Night*

*Callum and Charlee*

“You want to do what?”

Callum laughed at the surprise lining Charlee’s face, “I want to take you dancing. You do like to dance don’t you?”

Charlee loved to dance. Dancing with Callum, however, wasn’t particularly something that she was sure she wanted to do. Looking over his t-shirt that accentuated every muscle, and his leather jacket that showed peeks of his tattoos, she felt her throat dry.

*This is a recipe for disaster.*

Still, she wasn’t going to back down. She’d agreed to this date, and after the hard work she’d been seeing him do his first few days, it would be a lie if she said she didn’t want to spend time getting to know him outside of the walls of the institution. Pulling her jacket over her body, she placed her hands on her hips, “Alright Callum I’m down, but I hope you can keep up.”

Entering the club, Callum and Charlee headed to the bar. After a few minutes, he started to notice that all eyes were on her. She chuckled, “You’ll get used to it. People tend to stare at me a lot. Weird is in until it’s not.”

He could read the faces of many of the men as they walked past. Their eyes trained on the metal spiked heart garters that peeked from under her leather skirt. He leaned in and whispered, “Trust me, I don’t think they’re looking at you negatively.”

“What do you-”

Callum reached down and lightly ran his finger against the garter and her face turned beet red. He smirked, "Don’t be embarrassed, I like them...although they leave me to wonder what type of mischief you secretly planned to get into tonight?”

Charlee bit the side of her bottom lip. "I guess that’s just something we will have to explore throughout the night, won’t we?”

*Fucking Hell*

Was Callum’s thought as he looked at the expression on her face.

Charlee smirked, "If you’re wondering if I’m going to give you a hard time, the answer is maybe but only-” she grabbed his hand and ushered him to the dance floor, "Because I know you can take it.”

Callum pulled her body to him, her back to his front, and placed his hands on her hips. Grinding against him, she heard Callum whisper in her ear,
"You feel amazing.”

Charlee leaned her head back against his broad chest. The music blasting, the crowd around them seemed to disappear as Callum cologne wrapped around her like an aphrodisiac. "You feel amazing too.” She turned around.

Wrapping her hands around his neck, Callum leaned down and kissed her. Charlee pulled away and smirked. Saying nothing else, she took his hand and ushered him to the darkest corner her eyes could spot.

"What are you up to Charlee?” He teased.

"A little mischief.”

Taking her lips again, Callum leaned Charlee against the wall. Her hands slipped under his shirt, small soft hands collided with his skin. One of his hands touched the metal garter. Feeling her pull him closer, he moved further up her thigh. Breathless, she looked at him, "Callum…” she murmured.

He learned into her ear in whispered,

"I’ll stop if you want me to.”

"I don’t…”

She placed her hand over his and moved his hand higher. Kissing her neck, Callum moved her panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of her. He ran his tongue against her bottom lip and bit it gently as she shuddered. Working his fingers inside of her, Callum caressed her face with his other hand. He enjoyed the way his fingers made her work hard to stifle her moan. "Cum for me…”Charlee gripped hard into his back. Kissing Callum hard, she released onto his fingers. Pulling his fingers from her, Callum put them in his mouth. Lips parted, she stared at him before kissing him again. "Come on…let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and the two exited the club.

"Up for a little adventure?”

She nodded and he pointed to his motorcycle. Callum handed her a helmet. She couldn’t explain what she was feeling. Callum had a magnetic aura around him, that attracted her. Hopping on his bike, the two took off into the night.

"Where are we?” She asked after they finally stopped.

"Let me show you.” The two made their way up the hill, to a small bench. They sat, and he pointed outward.

"Wow…” Charlee couldn’t believe the city landscape in front of her. The tall bright buildings seemed to almost touch the moon. "This is beautiful.”

He pulled her close. "I used to come here a lot to think and just try to stay out of trouble.”

She nodded. Taking off his jacket he wrapped it around her. She ran her hands over one of his tattoos. "What is this one about?”

Callum sighed, "A reminder of the time I stole a car and crashed it into the side of someone’s house.” He felt her body still, "I know…I…I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of Charlee.” Releasing her from his arms, he leaned forward, "You’re such a good person. I don’t even know you that well, but I can tell…I can feel it. I’m not sure exactly how this is going-”

Charlee leaned forward and grabbed his shirt. Pulling him close, she connected their lips, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The two passionately kissed until finally breaking free from one another. "I know that you’re good too Callum…I can feel it.” She smirked, "Plus, a little mischief isn’t all bad within reason…”

He laughed, pulling her back into his arms, he laid his head on top of hers. As the two looked out onto the peaceful landscape of the city. Callum couldn’t help but whisper, "I’m going to try Charlee…I’m going to try my hardest to be good…for myself, and for you.”