runningred | to Berlin with love.

He exhales a breathy grunt at the sensation of her squeezing around his fingers. She is...pretty impressive there.

"Darling, I haven't begun to misbehave."

He curls his fingers, reaching a little deeper, and brings his thumb back to rub alongside her clit. Her wetness practically pools in his palm.

"Promises, promises." She mutters breathlessly, tightening more as she comes closer and closer to the edge. "You have five minutes before I need to be on stage."

"I'll get you there in three..."

Not because he can't get her there in one. He could easily do that. If he wanted to be good.

But the way he touches her, the way he caresses her both inside and out, the way he entices her to the edge and pulls her back--

He closes his eyes for a moment and feels her, relishing her warmth and wetness and the softness of her flesh.

And then he opens his eyes, and makes her come.

She gasps, tight as a bowstring and breathlessly silent as the shudder of orgasm washes over her.

It takes her only a few heartbeats to recover, grinning into Emcee's eyes. "Good boy." She lifts off him, tapping his cheek with the crop as she straightens up. "Next round is on me." And she doesn't mean drinks.

With a quick smooth of her skirts and a nod to Jay, she's off and out the curtain, walking with absolute control.

Jay chuckles, slightly flushed himself. "Wow."

As Alice leaves, Emcee is left blinking in a daze, a wet hand in his lap, and the touch of leather on his cheek.

"Yes, I agree," he mumbles.

His gaze shifts to Jay.

"Were you here the whole time?"

He's amused by the absurdity of his question.

Jay cocks an eyebrow at him. "Where else would I have been?" Granted he moved to the other couch to better enjoy the view.

He passes Emcee a packet of wipes and a glass of him. Discretely adjusting himself.

He bursts out with a short, bright laugh.

"She was just so-- so very-- intense."

Taking the packet, he pauses before opening it. And then he swipes his tongue up the center of his palm and along the length of his fingers. Then he opens the packet and takes the glass of gin.

"Thank you, darling."

Jay chuckles, trying to hide the fact he's uncomfortably hard at the view, only increased by watching Emcee lick his hand. "Intense is one word for her. Not sure that covers it though."

Below them on the floor, the music fades and Kitty announces the next act.

"Kräftig," he says with his naturally rough Berliner accent, making it sound more like a growl than the word already does. "That's what she is. Strong and vigorous and lusty and all those wonderful things."

As he wipes his fingers, he glances up at Jay. Or rather, his crotch. And he grins.

"Should we do something about that or will you be all right?"

"I'll wait." Jay shrugs, aware the tight pants hide almost nothing. "Doesn't mean I won't look forward to doing something about it later."

"Mm, yes, there is always later," he agrees as he buttons up his own trousers, before draining half of his glass.

"Do you want to watch the next act from up here?"

"Sure, why not." He smiles, waiting for Emcee to be decent before opening the curtains so they can see the stage.

The Rat Pack girls are filing onto the stage, sharp suits and hats pulled down. The music rises as they start a dance routine to Micheal Jackson's Smooth Criminal.

Emcee gasps at the sight of them.

"Why, the little minxes, they didn't say they were performers!"

He sits with his feet up on the couch and his drink in his hand, watching with his jaw agape. He's never seen dancing like that before.

"They are extraordinary!"

"I get the feeling this party involved a lot of roping in of people who wanted a chance to perform." Jay joins him, Emcee's feet around his lap.

"I think it's a fantastic idea," he says, his eyes trained on the stage and not wanting to blink as he watches the dancers. "And I like the moments of audience participation. They make everyone feel more included and part of an experience rather than simply being a spectator. I mean, it's all right to just watch if you like, but there's always the chance that someone may grab you by the hand and drag you info doing something fun."

"Sounds as if you'd fit in perfectly here." Jay grins, just a little dangerously.

Emcee then does turn to look at Jay, and he chuckles, nudging him with his foot.

"What a coincidence that this club is so conveniently close to the penthouse."

Jay's expression is a mask of utter innocence.

Emcee smirks and smacks his shoulder.

"You do innocent just about as well as I do, which is to say, not very. I must say, though, it was clever of you to find a place I could pop in whenever I like while I'm here."

It would almost be like home.

He turns his attention back to the dancers, following their skilled moves with fascination and delight.

"Alice found you, if you recall. I had nothing to do with it." Jay continues to feign innocence.

"Please," he says with a roll of his eyes. "You knew I would enjoy this place, so you found somewhere for me to live like practically on top of it."

"Literally, not practically." He hides a grin behind his glass.

Emcee frowns, rolls his eyes up in thought, and appears a bit bewildered, as he tries to remember how they got here. There's been a lot of liquor since then, but he does recall that it was a very short walk. Probably in a circle.

"You're impossible," he finally says. "I'm starting to think that there have been absolutely no coincidences since I got here."

The dance number ends and the audience bursts into applause. Emcee gets to his feet and goes up to the balcony railing to add his own cheers to the noise.

Jay laughs and joins him on the balcony, clapping and whistling.

He glances to Emcee and shrugs, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Emcee just gives him a look.

"Stop that," he half-laughs. "The more you say things like that, the more I wonder what else is going to happen tonight, and I don't want to do that. I just want things to be. To happen however they want."

He grabs his hand and starts dragging him downstairs. "Now, come on, you have to dance with me."

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