Jordan was sitting at a table alone. She wasn't having the best week. More fighting with her sister. She was not in the mood to stay at the house. Truth be told she wasn't in the mood to go home at all tonight.

She was wearing a pair of little black flats with a long black skirt. Not revealing but tasteful and very comfortable. She also had on an emerald colored button down. The buttons were mostly unbuttoned, but not enough to be indecent. the clothing wasn't too tight but it flattered the doctor's graceful body. She wore a dressy Fossil watch, emerald ear rings that dangled and glittered in the light. Her nails were manicured and elegant looking, her nail polish was clear only lending them luster not color. A halfway finished long island iced tea sits in front of her.

She'd only come here for a few drinks but now that she was on her third, she was somewhat hopeful that perhaps an interesting dance partner would turn up.

An interesting dance partner has turned up.

Galen was dressed in frayed and ragged jeans that may have once been black. Now they were a very soft slate color but the frayed edges on all the holes stood out purpley white in the club's blacklights. His shirt was a tight shiny silver rayon, like something out of a "B" sci fi movie. Over the shirt he wore a motorcycle jacket with the sleeves hacked off, cords and dangly things hung from it's shoulders making him look like some sort of punk rock marching band director. Silver rings were on all of his fingers except his thumbs, most some variation of skull though one pinky ring bore a large ruby and the other a highly polished piece of lapis. He had on black lipstick tonight. Somehow it had felt right. His pink mowhawk stood in all it's splendor in the dim electric eons and black lights of the club.

He walked over to the table with that special cocky swagger only an elf can pull off.

"Good evening. Is this seat taken?" he asked resting his hand casually on the back of a vacant chair. His voice tinkles slightly, it could be said to chime.

His voice got her attention. Making her feel shivery and all reved up at the same time. She looked up at him to look at is face. Oh my what unnatural but mesmerizing eyes. She had never seen eyes that shade before. "No, it isn't." her voice said slightly husky. She was very relaxed and feeling the warm numbness from the alcohol wash over her. "What are you?" she breathed softly, staring at him with eyes filled by more than juct curiousity.

He say down looking into her green eyes, oh yes she was fascinated with him. He smiled his most charming smile. "What are you, oh lovely creature?" he asked her in notes of tinkling laughter. Flattery could get Galen most anywhere, in spite of how infrequently he's sincere. "I'm a fairy prince, wanna be my fairy princess?" He reached slowly across the table and found her hand. He took it gently and raised it to his lips. "You can call me Galen." he told her.

"Jordan." she hesitantly answered he was beautiful. "Fae or elf, I'm not very well versed...." she apologized. She was still staring into turquoise eyes. His outlandish clothing and hairstyle haven't even registered yet. "Would you like something?" she asked holding up her own glass, offering to get him a drink.

He grinned at this. Ah her interest appeared to be genuine. He spoke then, "No thank you, what are you having, I'll get you another while I fetch something. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she did look warm, plaible, and like she might be fun chained to his fourposter bed.

(what have I gotten myself into?)


"Long island iced tea please, Galen." she said trying not to sound oo eager. Jordan can be a little on the over eager side under the influence. She waited until he got back with the drinks and sipped at hers while he drank his. She's noticed the attire and the hair now, completely, but still he is attractive. Something about him makes her hair stand on end. She wants to touch him, what must that skin feel like? She flushed slightly. "I don't suppose you dance?" she asked him.

(You said Jordan was a freak)

He liked the way it sounded when she said, please. Even if her taste in clothes did lean towards her possibly being straight laced and prudish. You can't judge a book by it's cover.

"Dancing, yes I do. Want to?" he asked her.

Jordan knoocked back the last of her drink at his invitation. "Yes, more than want to, I need to....." she said. Then she looked down, that was a forward thing to say even for her. She cleared her throat. "Sorry, shall we?" she asked rising.

Galen offeed his arm and led her out onto the dancefloor. In a gentlemanly fashion he put one hand on her waist and another on her shoulder and took a gentle lead. At the moment it was a slow song, Barry White, he could get away with seeming a little old fashioned with this number.

His approach was rather shocking in light of how he was dressed. Jordan couldn't hide how puzzled she was. She guided his hands to rest on the lower back and reached up to put her own around his neck. Four long island iced teas on an empty stomach have made her "friendly".

"Do you always dance like this?" she teased.

Oh my she's moved my hands. he thought with a grin. He moved them lower still just to see her reaction. "No, this is tame for me." he told her. His heart was aflutter with anticipation. He had no doubt he could get her to leave here with him. It probably wouldn't even take long to persuade her.

When he moved his hands more she wiggled till they were on her ass. She smiled. "Me too." she said in reference to this being tame. She pressed herself against him more and did a bit more wiggling, while making throaty noises.

I don't think he'll have much difficulty getting her to leave either.

(last one I can manage for now, but you knew that)

He gave her ass a squeeze, it was pleasantly firm. Then he leaned down and kissed her. He didn't stop until her breathing was ragged, by then the music had changed. "Are you sure you want to dance? I can think of something I'd rather be doing." he told her for emphasis he ground his hips against her.

Mortals, he loved to make them scream, one way or another.

She got his point. She had no objections since after the second drink, this is exactly what she'd been looking for. "What did you have in mind instead of dancing?" she asked a little breathless after his agressive kiss.


(let me know if I need to change that agressive part NJ)

"Something, less restrictive." He said eyeing her up and down, "Though in a more secluded environment than this. My place or yours?" he asked boldly, but Galen was bold. It was his nature to be so. He was fairly certain she knew what he had in mind.

"Yours, as long as there is something to drink there." she said to him she took one of her hands from around his neck and slipped it into his back pocket. "But I'll drive." she said in a more serious tone.

Galen wasn't sure what to make of that. He didn't care if she drove though. He'd walked here to begin with. "Let's go." he said making no effort to conceal his anticipation. He took her hand firmly but not in such a way it might pain her and guided her swiftly towards the door.

"Where are you parked?" he asked leaning down to whisper it in her ear.

She led him to her car. A Saab, just a couple years old, she'd traded in her other after some body damage to it. Ker and her joyriding. She unlocked it with her keycahin remote. Blip Blipcame the noise as she did.

She opened the driver's side door and climbed in. She waited for him to join her. he walked around the car.

He climbed in and watched her get settled behind the wheel. "Mind if I put the window down?" he asked her. He didn't bother with a seatbelt, he did let the seat back to accomodate his long legs though.

When she was situated she started the car. "You'll go left at the light up ahead." he told her as they cleared the lot and pulled onto the road.

She buckled up of coarse. Checked her mirrors and the whole nine yards. She said nothing when he didn't. She pulled out into the light traffic of the street and followed his directions at the light.

"Now what?" she asked him softly. Something about being alone in the car with him made her feel very warm.

"Follow this road straight on until it forks. When it forks go right and then take the first right. I live in the house at the end of that street." Galen told her. He put his hand on her thigh while she drove. If only her skirt weren't so long. He told himself.

She noticed his hand and got even warmer. This was more than just the heat from the drinks. She wanted him to touch her. She had to fight not to pull over. It occured to her she was getting too carried away and with a stranger, but she wanted him. While Jordan likes men, she typically gets to know thema little better than this. She has been frustrated lately though.

She managed to follow his directions and pulled into the driveway of the house he'd specified. She turned the car off and sat there. She put her hand on his and stroked it. "So it looks like this is it." she said softly.

"THis is it. Are you going to come inside with me? I'll fix you that drink if you'd like." he said in a soft, musical, but husky voice.

He opened his own door and walked around the car after he shut it. Then he opened her door. "Come on now, the night is young." he said offering his arm in truely gallant fashion.

She came to herself from the reverie she'd let herself slip into and undid herseatbelt. "Yes, I'm coming, though I am starting to think I've had enough to drink." she said taking his arm. She probably shouldn't have been driving.

She went where he lead. Her heart beat racing in her ears, it tingled in the most exilerating way when he touched her skin.

He lead her to the door which wasn't locked. He seemed totally untroubled by this. He turned on a light wehn they stepped in and turned off the little light above his front door. He locked the door behind them though.

Then he pulled her against him and danced with her again, this time he was sure to grind against her. He wanted it to be clear what he wanted. He had no intention of a nightcap and a snuggle. He wanted to satisfy his lust with her. His hands cupped her ass while he danced against her.

While this was nice, nd it was what part of her really wanted, part of her wanted the snuggle and the nightcap too. She held onto him while he danced with her and rested her head against his chest. "Maybe we should cut to the chase?" she suggested in a weak voice.

"Now now, not too fast." he said leaning down to talk into her ear. "We're over dressed for what you suggest." he told her as he started to unbutton her blouse.



< I so can't picture this in my head Kae, not with the mowhawk at anyrate. >

(no one made you give him a pink Mohawk)

Jordan started tugging at his clothing too. Begining with the belt. Once it was loose, his pants became looser than they already had been. Then she had to pause in what she was doing in order to shrug free of her shirt's sleeves.

When that was out of the way she went back to work on his jeans, the button and the zipper next......

There is nothing in the way undernteatht he jeans. Galen can't kick free of them as they fall though, they won't slide over his boots. He unhooked her bra and then moved on to unzipping the skirt. "Kick off your shoes." he told her moving one of her hands to rest on his hip.

She obeyed him and kicked off her shoes just before her skirt pooled around her ankles on the floor. It occured to her he hadn't removed his shoes and that it might be a problem. She knelt down to help them with them and in the process came fact to face with.....well I'm sure we all know. She took the boots off of him and stood again.

He stepped out of his jeans and then knelt in front of her. Those tights were going to have to go and so were her panties. He got them out of his way before pressing a kiss onto her stomach. Then he stood. "I think we're ready now." he told her. Then he picked her up. It was always a pleasure to carry a naked nubile woman around.

She let out a slight squeal at being picked up. She didn't wiggle long though, with any luck he was taking her to the bed room. She wondered if he really was a prince. It was an amusing thought, that the prince of anywhere was carrying her to a bedroom wearing no pants. The pink mohawk also seemed out of place in any fairy tale. "You gonna take off your coat and stay a while?" she teased him.

He carried her to the staircase and then up two flights. "Oh I'll stay a while."he said setting her down and steering her through the double doors of the master bed room.

He turned on the bedside lamp when he reached it. It lit the room with a soft red glow through it's red lamp shade. There was a mirror on the ceiling and a large wooden four poster bed dominated the room. He pointed at the bed.

Jordan scrambled onto the bed. She watched him take off the coat and shirt. Why was it she was nervous now? She swore softly watching him stride to the bed. She wasn't sure what he'd want exactly, but she felt sure he's make his exact wishes known.

He took a minute to take off his socks too. Then he went to his dresser, a massive dark cherry thing. He got some shackles out of the top drawer and tossed them onto the bed in front of her.

Jordan's eyes got large and wide at the shackles being tossed to her. "For me?" she asked with clear apprehension in her voice.

"Oh, we'll take turns, only fair to take turns. Have you never done it in chains before? You can chain me up first then." he told her innocently. That nightcap and snuggle bit, it's not going to happen.

Jordan was still nervous about this. "Galen, where's the key?" she asked him.

"The key?" he asked chuckling. "Well I suppose that might be a good idea." he said laughing.

This was all a very big joke to him. He opened a jewlery box on top of the dresser and pulled the key out of one of the crevices to keep rings in.

"Here, we'll be sure to leave where you can get at it to let me loose." he said setting it on the bedside stand.