Party

The party had slowly started. Whenever Damien and I got into a conversation that I had no intention of engaging in, it ended up with the person asking about my identity, to which Damien always answered the same thing - that I was his friend. But not only few people seemed like they didn't believe his words.

The only thing I liked about the party was the refreshments in a similar variety of desserts from daifuku and dorajaki to runeberk torte from Vuoria to some nanaimo bars, or whatever the name Damien told me was. And the champagne was quite good too, although I was more into whiskey. Fortunately, that weak drink wasn't the only thing they served there, so it eventually stopped bothering me to be there.

Some time later, the music playing all around started to sound even maybe nicely. Thanks to drinks, I guessed. From time to time I looked over some tables in the room and thought about the people around it. While I felt some sights on me.

For a few last minutes Damien had a chat with unknown grandpa and his... grandchild around the age of sixteen, yet the girl was still checking Damien out. I had to roll my eyes when she even grabbed his arm. Why would guy so much older date a fucking kid? Girl, wake up.

I rather checked out women in the spacious luxury area around. Almost every one was in some kind of fancy dress, others were in suits of any color which looked hella good on them. Some of them were dancing on the slow music with some guys or other women in the center part of the room, so I could look at them and it wouldn't be weird. I had to admit that guys here didn´t look bad either... well, those who were my type looked more interested in other guys.

"Rayne," I heard next to me so I turned to face Damien with furrowed brows:

"What?"

At that moment, I could see that his company had left already and we were alone once again so I took glass with wine and drunk it while waiting for Damien to continue what he wanted to say.

"Wanna dance?"

Almost choking to dead I gave him 'are you fucking kidding me' look. This place wasn't club in which I was before so dancing here was obviously very different. And not for me either, I would say. So I put down the glass and wanted to shake my head disapprovingly but before I was able to do that, Damien grabbed my hand and led me to the 'dance floor'.

Damien put one of his hand on my waist and with the other he grabbed my hand and made me move closer to him while I was at loss. All I knew about dances was from clubs which definitely was nothing like this dances for pairs.

However, after a while I kind of got used to it but still could see some people behind Damien looking at us weirdly. Mostly the females but some younger guys too. I wanted to roll my eyes so much at these people as they were very annoying.

Thanks whoever, after two long songs ended, I once again stood behind the high table like before eating another sweet thing while feeling like my insides were turning into sugar at that point. Yeah, I definitely had enough of sweet for next five years.

Suddenly, I felt a touch on my back and was ready to run after the person in question, but as soon as I turned my head, I only saw Damien with an amused expression: "Wanna go now?"

"What's the time?" I wondered. I was used to leaving events early in the morning here, but up here it was something different, no real fun.

"Almost twelve."

I nodded and picked up the last nanaimo bar that was left on the plate on the table. The thing was really good, and there was a chance that I would never taste it again in my life, so why not have more.

Subsequently, Damien and I started to leave, during which he also said goodbye to a few people whose names he told me, but I won't see them again in my life anyway, so why would I remember it. No, that wasn´t the case - I just listen.

Before long, Damien's driver was driving us again, but this time back to the building where my company had an apartment. I was quite drunk and somehow I didn't think before when and how to get home. Which could be a little problem, maybe.

"Do you want to sleep at mine? I'll leave you the bed," Damien offered me and I shrugged my shoulders in response. We were already taking the elevator to the top floor anyway, and I'd probably be sorry if he called that subordinate of his, because I started to fumble around a bit.

With a clank, the elevator stopped and we immediately stepped out into a lighted corridor, where the journey we had left wasn't that long, but I still had a tendency to put my hands in my pockets. I loved that feeling so much.

Fortunately for me, after a while Damien unlocked the door of his apartment, where he then let me in first and I could see the stunning view to the east and the nicely colored sky again, which I had to stare at for a long time, because I recovered after a while, when I felt whom else than Damien plant kisses on my bare shoulder.

After a few seconds, he began to slowly slide one of his hands, which had been on my waist until then, down so that he got it under my skirt through the long slit. And then he drove it under my panties, but that was our contact for a moment, because I turned so that I was now facing Damien and with my hand on the back of his head, I pulled him into a deep kiss.

I started to back into the space of the room, but I was stopped by a step that my heels hit and that separated the entire living room from what was the hall. Damien was confused by my reaction, so he broke the kiss and then looked at me questioningly, to which I nodded down to our feet.

"Shoes."

Damien chuckled and bent down to my shoes, which he then helped me to take off. And I paused in surprise at that act. Pleasantly surprised. But the surprise didn't last long, because right away, he took off his shoes, too. However, he didn't get up straight away, instead I felt his hands pulling my underwear down, while he gave me such an... interesting look. And I just blankly stared at him for a second. I lifted my legs one after a short while and then kicked off my panties, pulling Damien up and into a kiss again as I started taking us to an apartment that wasn't even mine, but I didn't care.

"Bedroom, couch or-" I silenced him with another kiss, after which I replied:

"We have all night."

Damien tucked my hair behind my ear as he muffled my answer: "What did they put in that drink?"

"I think it was in the food," I giggled, to which Damien shook his head and then kissed me again and again.