New York City Paranormals 3

"Again, don't sound so surprised." Margarette said, leaning up so she could press a soft kiss to his lips. She knew she was hooked... She couldn't leave now while Ren was around.

(I have class now too... Bleh! See you tonight Aud! <3)

Ren grinned and kissed her back slowly. "Think I can convince you to stay then?" he murmured to her softly, resting his forehead lightly against hers so he could look into her beautiful eyes.

"That's up for discussion." Margarette said with a smile, she knew she meant those words and that she already had the answer to the question of if she should be staying. "So what will we do now? The night is still young." She said.

"Dance with me?" he asked, grinning as the music changed into a ferverant and fast beat. He caught the gazes of several of the guys who had danced with Margarette before. He smirked and his eyes flashed a vibrant green for a moment. They had better learn that she was his, very quickly.

"Of course," Marge murmured softly before she untangled herself from him so she could press her back to his front. Their bodies quickly finding their beat again, grinding in time with the beat. Made her think of their sexual encounters earlier that day.

Ren slid his arms around her body when she turned and ran his hands down to her hips, slowly pressing her back sensually against his body. "Mm, gods you're beautiful when you dance," he murmured against the shell of her ear when she leaned back against him.

"I have an amazing partner." She murmured softly, her head resting against his shoulder as she continued to move. She didn't care about the eyes on them or the music. It was just her and Ren there, in their sensual moment.

Ren let his lips gently brush over the skin of her neck when her head titled back. He could feel the looks they were getting, knowing that many people had stopped to watch their sensual dance. He still didn't care though, he was the luckiest guy in this place and he wanted everyone to know and see exactly how incredibly sexy she was.

When his head was bent over her neck, Marge moved her head just a few centimeters and nibbled on his earlobe. She knew she was getting carried away but she didn't care. "You're really giving them a show," She purred softly.

"Mmm, I believe that's you," he murmured, gently nipping at her pulse point. His hand splayed over her abdomen, a gesture that meant that she was his and only his. He could feel that she was loving it too.

Margarette slowed her movements for a moment when his teeth brought a shiver through her body. Her body slowly grinding against his before tipped his chin up so she could press a soft and sensual kiss to his lips. Maybe it was her. She truly had no problem with Public Displays of Affection.

Ren hummed against her soft lips, meeting the sensual kiss and kissing her back slowly. "We should get out of here," he murmured, his fingers brushing the skin of her mid-drift.

Margatte caught his bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers brushing over his lips. "Mmm, lead the way pup." She teased him.

Ren smirked. "I should carry you out over my shoulder for that," he teased, before hugging her body to his and smoothly slipping them off the dancefloor and through the crowd.

"But you won't." Margarette said with a playful wink as they continued to move through the crowd and towards the exit. It had been a good night, she definitely thought so.

"Is that a dare?" Ren asked, with a playfully charming grin, tugging her just a little closer with his arm everytime someone got a little too close.

"Yes, it might be." Marge said, her grin growing wider. "But remember how that would look in front of all these people." She teased him. She loved the way he was protective of her, made her feel... Important.

"Mmm, and we care what other people think?" he asked with a small grin before he swept her out of the bar, leaving the noise and the crowd behind. Now she was all his again.

"You should when you work here." She said with a grin, her eyes shining once they were outside in the night just him and her. "And isn't your brother in law your boss?"

"No he's not, not yet anyway," Ren said, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her close. "Besides, it's by not caring what people think do you get the right impression," he said with a playful smile.

"Is that your life lesson of the night?" She said with a grin, her wolf coming to life again when their bodies were pressed close again. "So would you really get me that job? I think I might like to stay a bit longer."

"I can definitely get you a job, anywhere you like, behind the bar, on the floor, in the back, you name it," Ren told her, grinning at her answer. He knew she would stay, but it still thrilled him to hear her say it out loud.

Margarette grinned at his answer, lacing their fingers together. "Where ever, I don't really care. As long as I have a job." She told him sincerely.

Ren chuckled softly. "I'll tell you when you can start as soon as I can then," he replied before leaning down and sealing that promise with a kiss.

Marge hummed softly into the kiss and leaned up closer to him now as they stood beside his car. "I'm too awake to go straight home now. Let's do something else." She said.