Drunken Temper
Zorah was feeling freer than she ever felt before.
Perhaps it was the alcohol. It might be the energy from the crowd. However, she quite suspicious the reason she felt so good was Icaro. There was no judgement from him at all. In fact, if there was anything she could complain about it was his lack of response when she danced with other men.
But then when she danced with those other men, several of whom were incredibly good-looking men who Keturah sent her way, nothing compared to how she felt in this moment with Icaro leading her on the dance floor.
“Relax your hips,” he put his hands on her waist and twisted her body. “There is nobody here who will call you out for being too sexy. There are no nuns in here and no mothers with tasers. Feel the music, Zorah. Let it guide you.”
“I’m very bad at this,” she giggled as she stepped on his toes.
“I will take a million nights of bruised toes just to hold you in my arms,” he flirted as he pulled her closer to him. “Move with me, not against me.”
Eventually she got the hang of the sway he was trying to teach her in her hips, and she made wide eyes when she felt the very real response to how she was moving her hips against his. “Icaro.”
“You turn me on,” he shrugged, “it is no surprise. Keep dancing with your husband.”
“Can I cut in?” a woman’s voice broke into their conversation. “I’m sure Icaro you’d rather dance with a woman who does not have two left feet.”
“Fuck off.”
The words startled the woman and Icaro’s head thrown back in laughter at Zorah’s response made Zorah grin at him.
“Icaro!” the woman tried again.
“You heard my wife. Fuck off,” he turned his back to the woman and nuzzled Zorah’s neck. “That was funny. I never thought I’d live for the day to hear you tell a woman to fuck off.”
“You’re mine. She can fuck off.” She pointed to a couple on the floor, “show me how they do that? Someone tried to show me earlier, but I felt more like I was straddling a seesaw.”
He chuckled in earnest now, “okay but you need to loosen up. You’re too stiff.”
She threw her hands up in the air and shimmied her body and she laughed as he watched her with a bit smile. “Loose enough?”
“We’ll give it a try.”
In time they were both grinding each other’s legs and when he dipped her backwards, until her head almost touched the floor before pulling her back upright in a quick movement, she was joyous.
“I did it!” She flung her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth.
He pulled away, “yes you did do it, clever girl. Now stop kissing me or I’m going to be incapable of dancing.”
She moved closer to him, “I like kissing you.”
“I very much like kissing you.” He lowered his head and drew her closer to him.
Zorah was aware they were standing completely still but she didn’t care. Then as he moved his lips against her, another woman called his name.
“Icaro, I haven’t seen you in so long.”
Zorah threw her hands up in the air, “lady, I’m trying to kiss my husband. Could you fuck off somewhere?”
“Husband? He is not your husb –”
The woman’s words were halted when Zorah pulled back and threw her fist out catching the woman in the mouth.
“Finish your sentence and you’ll eat your teeth. This,” she screamed loudly aware many people were staring at her but with all the alcohol in her body, she didn’t care, “is my husband! Mine. You can all look as much as you want. I know some of you have touched and tasted in the past, but it is the past. He is mine and if any of your bitches,” she pointed her fingers around the dance floor, “touch him again, I’m going to have to take you all out on the boat and make you shark bait. Now scram!” she stomped her foot at the woman who was holding her face and crying about bleeding.
She turned back to Icaro, “where were we?”
His face was set, and she blinked at the coolness on it. Oh no. She’d gone too far and did exactly what he told her in the car tonight not to do but in her defense, she’d never drank spirits before. Tears started to form in her eyes.
“I’m sorry Icaro,” she whispered.
He looked at her in confusion, “what are you sorry for? I’m thrilled you claimed me!”
“You’re not angry I told the lady to fuck off?”
“She was no lady. She’s a whore. Literally a hooker. It is why I’m pissed off. The Walrus knew I was bringing you here tonight and was supposed to keep a clean group in here. I’m going to rip his fucking tusks out.”
“Tusks?”
He motioned to the man way up high at the very top of the club on a balcony all alone. The man lifted a cup as a salute to Icaro.
“Icaro, he doesn’t have tusks!”
“Tell him. I want to know why he’s playing dirty tonight. Come on. Let’s go say hello.”
“But I wanted to dance and make out.” She cupped her hand over her mouth at his words.
He pulled her to his chest, “did you now?”
“Yes. I don’t want to go talk to some smelly walrus who thinks it’s funny to send hookers to set me off. I think he’s probably doing it to make you angry or break us up. Why would he do such a thing?”
“I don’t know but I would very much like to go ask him.”
“Kiss me first and then we can go ask him.” Zorah held his cheeks in her hands. “I punched a girl in the face to kiss you.” She could hear herself slurring her words.
“Babe, you didn’t even make a fist. Fairly sure you only slapped her it but it’s deserving of a kiss.”
Zorah sighed happily as Icaro kissed her, nibbling her bottom lip and running his tongue alongside hers. She didn’t miss how he shot the Walrus man a glare before deepening the kiss.
“Do we really need to wait thirty days?” she whispered when he pulled away.
“Yes.” Icaro laughed at her question, “I do at least. When we get back to our room tonight, I will show you pleasure like you’ve never known but no penetration. Now, let’s go slay a walrus.”
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