Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

This was new territory for her. Abra had been to charity events like this one before, she had dressed in sparkling gowns and jewelry to make a lasting impression, but this was so vastly different. She wasn't here for a target or to commit a crime. She was here for Baron, the support him as he continued to strife to maintain peace between the clans... except there was a problem.

A certain young woman had been seen with the man; the very same woman who was a supposed to be a childhood friend, who was the daughter of one of the clan leaders, who had been photographed hanging off Baron's arm, who had sparked a fight over text message. Abra watched her staring at Baron, smiling at him like some sweet and innocent thing, and it was the straw that broke the camels back.

Abra had once told Baron that the woman would be only one warning. And that the next time she did something that was not acceptable, or that intruded or disrespected their relationship, there would be consequences. And while, technically, she hadn't done anything wrong other than smiling and talking to Baron, Abra was on a war path.

She intended to put an end to that, right here, right now. With her chin raised slightly in something akin to determination and confidence she made her way from the bar to where Baron was, talking with that same young woman, as well as a few others she didn't recognize. "Baron, there you are, I've been looking for you." she hummed with a smile while placing herself directly in front of him, stopping the conversation in its tracks. Perching on tip toes she wrapped both arms around the back of his neck to pull him down to her.

She was deliberate in her actions, letting the others watch the blatant display of possession and know exactly what kind of relationship she and Baron had. And it was obvious that it wasn't the professional kind. Her lips sought his, parting slightly to deepen the kiss and allow her tongue to sweep across his lower lip, as though requesting permission to delve inside. Abra took her time, not caring what Baron thought of the bold display, not caring what the others thought.  She was staking her claim; letting that woman and every else know that he was hers.

"I thought maybe you'd forgotten about me." She said when the kiss ended. When she pulled back she licked her lips, cleaning the taste of him from them, and smiled sweetly up at him. She was far from done, and he would know that from the look on her face. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

Tag: Baron Tseng

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[Baron Tseng]

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This charity event was particularly special. Not only because of the cause behind it, but because Abra was accompanying him. She was here, in the country he was from . . . in his home. It meant the world to him, and placed him in a rather good mood as he felt like everything was coming together. As the evening went on, they casually parted company, trusting her to be able to mingle with the different people. Baron was currently talking with a small group, until he heard and saw Abra approach, stating that she was looking for him. Before he could assess whether everything was alright, or even introduce her to the people he was with, she moved directly in front of him, and pulled him down for a kiss. His eyes remained open, body still from the shock of the embrace. And . . . it was no light or innocent kiss. It was heated. Passionate. Slow. And, very too intimate for an audience. His eyes briefly glanced around, not able to fully register the reactions of those he had been conversing with. Some awkwardly lowered their gazes to the ground, while others stare wide eyed in shock at the very public display of affection. Baron could have sworn he even heard someone clear their throat from the awkwardness. He couldn't exactly reject Abra -- nor would he ever want to. Her tongue skimming along his lip, the way she coaxed his mouth open. He closed his eyes, casually bringing up a hand to her cheek as if to somehow telepathically encourage her to ease out of it. Whether it worked or not, he hadn't the faintest idea. But soon enough, she parted their lips, leaving Baron slightly breathless, and even more slightly wide eyed as he just looked at her. Caught off guard and trying not to look as frazzled as he felt. Another clearing of his throat caused him to break the eye contact and glance around at the onlookers who just stood silently. One of them pointed to their own lips, which took Baron a few moments to understand. He put his fingers on his lips in realization, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the lipstick off of it. But . . . Abra continued to be distracting. That way she licked her own lips making Baron's heart beat heavier in his chest and so relieved that no one was close enough to him to hear it. After wiping his lips he let out a bit of an awkward laugh. "No," he answered, straightening his shirt and blazer. "This is. . . . " His mind went blank for a brief moment. "Abra," he introduced to the few people around him. He smiled as the rest did the same, one giving an awkward wave of greeting, while one extended their hand to her. Baron stuffed the handkerchief away, as he focused on evening his breath. His eyes went to Abra, wondering what exactly she was up to, only realizing the one person within the group that could have brought forth such an . . . intimate reaction from Abra. That realization hitting him when he watched the two greet each other. Trying to keep composed, he adjusted the collar on his shirt a little, swallowing back any uncertainty and replacing those feelings with a smile as he just nodded at the two of them. Tag Abra

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[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

There was an air of smug satisfaction to the blonde as introductions were made. Abra was polite, civil even; smiling sweetly, taking the had that was offered, making small talk when it was called for. But the look in her eyes when she looked at Baron's childhood friend was witheringly scornful. Baron's reaction to her scandalous affection was just perfect, even if he didn't return the kiss with equal. Perhaps it was because of the differences in their cultures and upbringings.

She was an American who had been raised on drama, and romance, and roller coaster relationships on the television, she was raised to be protective of her belongings, and expressive with her relationships. So she was often very public, even lascivious with her affection, especially where Baron was concerned. Whereas he was much more reserved, saving such displays for more appropriate times, or for late night trysts in the bedroom.

And unluckily for him his girlfriend had a point to make tonight. Judging by the shocked expressions and blush still creeping through his companions faces, she'd made that point loud and clear, but by no means was she finished. By the end of the evening, his childhood friend, the tabloids, and every woman at this charity event would know that he was spoken for. Abra stayed at his side when the introductions were done and the conversation resumed, albeit awkwardly.

Her palm pressed against his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart and knowing that the kiss had shaken him, distracted him. She leaned against him, her body firmly against his side as she rose to tiptoes to position her mouth by his ear. "What time does finish?" She whispered to him, though the words were loud enough for the others to hear. Her teeth caught his earlobe in a teasing bite, tugging on it as she giggled. "Because I can't wait to get you alone... and out of those clothes..."

Tag: Baron Tseng

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[Baron Tseng]

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If looks could kill, he supposed his dear friend would be dead by now. For Baron did not miss the way Abra cast her a glance. And in mere moments after -- while the others, and Baron even were still recovering from the initial display -- Abra was clearly not finished. Baron knew his heart was only going to beat faster with her hand now on it, and her lips by her ear. He let out a breath of amusement, somewhere between a slight chuckle and a huff of awkwardness. Her words just adding to it; her less than subtle suggestions of what the rest of this night would entail. He swallowed, eyes slightly widening, trying to think of something to cover up the lingering silence following her words. Fortunately, one of the others spoke up -- though Baron wasn't entirely certain whether that was actually fortunate or not. "You have quite a passionate one there, Baron," the man teased with clear amusement in his voice. "Yes . . . yes, she's um . . . " Passionate. That was the word to use, though Baron knew the true cause of these, public display of affections. "Very much so," was all he could think to finish it off with. "We still have a ways to go," he told Abra, glancing at her, and trying to avoid eye contact with the rest of the group, though he could feel their eyes burning onto him and his partner. "Why don't I get you some water," he suggested, raising his hand to one of the waiters while casually trying to tilt his head away from her teeth. It was true, the sensation of it felt nice but not when there were watchful eyes upon them. Fortunately, the waiter saw him and approached with a few cups of water. There was no way Baron was giving her any alcohol tonight. Reaching for the glass and thanking him, he extended it to Abra and said in a low voice. "To cool you off." And she most certainly needed it. Tag Abra

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[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

Baron was making it almost too easy, and Abra couldn't help but giggle again. It was clear that he was uncomfortable with the awkward, perhaps even embarrassing, situation, with having the eyes of his companions of him as she vocalized her arousal for him. He was fighting to keep his composure, to navigate her eluding words, and the strained silences that followed. And he wasn't having much luck.

Even one of his companions had taken to teasing him, which only embolden the woman, encouraged her to continue. Abra took the glass when he offered it but immediately handed it off to the woman nearby, the very one who she was making this display for. And then she was in front of him again, rising onto tiptoes to brush her lips against his.

Her palms pressed against his chest, then slid up his shoulders to the back of his neck so she could pull him closer. "I don't want water, Baron. I don't want to cool off." She explained in a soft voice, thick with lust before she bit her lip coyly at him. Her gaze flicked briefly to those around them, gauging their reactions, and finding amusement in how some of them gawked while others averted their stares again.  "I want you."

Tag: Baron Tseng

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[Baron Tseng]

An invisible thread connects                            

Oh god please take the water! But it was no use. Then again, Baron supposed he should know Abra better than that. He knew what she was doing, and he knew that she was very . . . adamant about making her point. He stiffened when she brushed her lips against him, feeling frozen in place even though he should be doing something to remove her from here; even if it was sweeping her away to dance. But he also knew that parting company with the others would just make them . . . question his reason for wanting to be alone with her. The last thing he needed was that gossip to add to this. He didn't fail to notice the way she passed off the glass, and look of annoyance on his friend's face. Baron didn't even know who to apologize to! His eyes slightly widened at her words. On any other occasion, they were of course flattering. Perhaps even now. But Baron was far too distracted with the watching eyes. The audience that were witnessing this show. "Not here," he mouth to her, his voice so low, it was barley a whisper. At that moment, he saw his friend with the glass approaching. "Here, Baron, drink some water," she offered, moving the glass towards his lips. He knew that she was trying to help by creating a distraction, but feeding him water only fed into his fears that it would encourage Abra with her . . . public displays of affection. And he didn't want either woman irritated. "No, that's alright," he quickly dismissed, but since he was ready to jump out of his skin, the slight wave of his hand was enough to knock the glass out of his friend's hand and cause it to shatter to the floor. Baron stared at it with those same somewhat widened eyes, as his friend gasped with surprise. "I'm so sorry," he said a bit flustered, not even sure who he was apologizing to or for what. He crouched down, pulling out his handkerchief to start wiping up the water and attempting to bunch the glass together. "Don't clean it up, we'll get one of the waiters to do it," one of the men standing there said. But truthfully, Baron needed that time to regain his composure. Crouched on the floor, with a different line of sight, trying to figure out how to diffuse this situation. Tag Abra

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