Hearts on Shuffle

Chapter seven: Mr. Saxobeat

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A/n: Completely random and sexy drabble. XD Enjoy~ I really recommend listening to the song with this one.

Thanks KuriSari, Veroxion, Mr. Fairness, and Kitteekill for the reviews!

Rating: Mature
Genre: Romance

Disclaimer: The owner of Soul Eater is Atsushi Ōkubo. Hearts on Shuffle belongs to me, Sakumie Tenshi. "Mr. Saxobeat" is by Alexandra Stan. I gain nothing material by writing this and do it solely for fun.

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Hey sexy boy, set me free

Don't be so shy, play with me

My dirty boy, can't you see?

You are the one to me

7) Mr. Saxobeat – Alexandra Stan

The heavy beat invaded her system as her hips swung, smooth and quick. Her body, flushed and sweating, slid carelessly into his outstretched arms as he caught up to the beat just as casually.

They had never done anything like this before; she had been so nervous and self-conscious. The intensely loud music had unnerved her, but he led her into it with quick but gentle motions. Soon she felt it. For the first time, she felt the beat of music thriving within her body and soul. It both relaxed and energized. They became drunk on it.

Their movements became much more risqué. Crona's inner thigh brushed Kid's hip as their chests were pressed comfortably close. His hands grabbing at her backside to bring her closer jarred her, but the music had done its magic. She let Kid lead her actions, not bothering to worry. The music and the touches were so heavy and fast. It aroused such strange urges.

Their breathes mingled as their faces were intimately near; then they kissed, hot and passionate just like the melody of a saxophone. If their friends had seen them tangled in such a way, there would have been a struggle to feign shame. They were too far gone.

Kid encouraged his mistress of dance to follow him out of the rave and into the refreshingly chilly night that aided in cooling down their feverish bodies. With racing hearts and blushing faces, they gave a lingering glance at one another in the relatively quieter area of the city.

"Back to the hotel?" he asked, lust melted into his golden eyes.

She shivered more from his gaze than the air, and nodded, vaguely certain she wanted to continue experiencing the passion in this night. When they arrived at his room, they entered calmly enough, but as soon as the door was shut, Crona found herself pinned to the bed.

Their clothing was not to be missed during their grinding and caressing. His hands glided all over her pinked chest with eager temptation and she responded with sweaty hips meeting his. Her pleasured screams from his thrusts were hopefully unheard by their neighbors, though that was unlikely. The way he moved against and inside of her reminded them both very faintly of that alluring, influential music. Lost within the heat of the moment he felt as if he could go forever, like a song on repeat. If given the chance, he would attempt to prove that thought right.

His name mixed with hers as they moaned out. She hugged him closer, nails digging into his shoulder blades as she released a euphoric mewl. In return he groaned and spread her legs wider, grasping her thighs without any intention to release them.

He'd led her into this sweet scenario. He was the music, and she was the dancer, lost in a sensual serenade.

Even after reaching bliss, their bodies could not rest. Too many feelings, thoughts, and wants. Neither could believe what had happened, even though the decisions had been fully conscious. But their words would be better used at a later date. With rejoining tongues, they began another dance.