Another update! This is a Rock the Paranormal AU! prompt fic sent to me by the Yankee Countess.

Prompt: "Those fingers in my hair, that sly come-hither stare..."

Rating: M

Tom couldn't help staring at the bewitching woman who had just entered the room. She had the palest skin he'd ever seen, black hair with white flowers, and she was wearing a white ball gown. However, it was her lips that mesmerized him. They were full and painted a deep, dark red. I want to kiss those lips, he thought.

At that moment, the woman turned and looked him directly in the eye, fully enchanting him. She gestured for him to come to her. Tom shuffled forward, carefully moving around the other party goers. As he got close, she scampered away, making a come hither movement to Tom. He followed as if in a trance, always a few steps behind.

Soon, Tom found himself alone in the hallway, the mysterious woman nowhere in sight. He silently walked farther down the hall, glancing around for any sight of her. He was passing by the billiard room when he heard a husky voice call out, "Tom."

He turned toward the billiard room door and saw the woman before being pulled into the room. Her lips quickly descended onto Tom's. It took him a moment before he responded, but soon their arms were around each other, roaming over the other's body. As their kiss deepened, Tom heard a hauntingly slow version of an old Frank Sinatra tune begin to play.

Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft

Her fingers roamed through his hair, gently tugging on the ends. Tom felt himself getting harder with each second in her arms. He had completely surrendered to her charms.

And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?

She gently pushed Tom onto the billiard table, and then climbed on top, straddling him. Her hands went to his belt, quickly undoing it and releasing his aching cock. The woman began to slowly stroke his cock, making him harder than he thought possible.

"Please," he gasped.

The woman leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Please what?"

Tom opened his mouth but no words came out.

As she stroked him again, she asked, "What do you need?"

"To be inside of you."

She grinned wickedly at him. She moved the skirt of gown a bit and aligned Tom with her center. Then the mysterious woman guided his cock into her warm center. Both gasped, feeling little sparks igniting all over their bodies. They began to rock together, first slowly but then quickening. Soon, the pair were in a frenzy, aching to reach their climaxes.

Within minutes, the woman began to feel the start of her orgasm. "There. Right there! Oh God!"

She rode Tom even harder. Then she felt herself go over the edge. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes!"

Tom followed her over right then. "Oh God!"

The woman collapsed onto Tom's chest. They laid on the billiard table for several minutes, both trying to catch their breaths.

Tom spoke first. "Sybil, you outdid yourself this year. You looked beautiful and mysterious."

She chuckled. "Thank you, darling. I'm glad you like it."

Sybil rose up and gave Tom a chaste kiss. Or what she intended to be chaste. Their kiss reignited their passion. Before they went too far, Sybil broke this kiss.

Smiling, she said, "Let's go home, get out of these clothes, and really have a happy Halloween."

Tom grinned. He picked Sybil up and returned her to the floor. "Let's go, Mrs. Branson!"

He ran ahead to get the car, leaving a laughing Sybil in his wake.