Moonlight

~Las Vegas

Wearing a black t-shirt with the word 'HOT' blazing across it in red and orange flames, black jeans and her favorite boots Argona left her room still limping slightly from the last round with that mongrel wolf, Aisling. Her hearing was still ringing from the scolding she got from Dallas about all the broken furniture and damaged walls from their latest 'encounter'.

Shaking her head, she mused: Why was she constantly rattling his cage or he hers? Sure it was fun, but he was still a wolf. Maybe if he stopped scowling at her all the time and smilled a bit more, then everything between them would be fine. Shrugging she put her hand to her throat. 'My black pearl choker. Where did I leave it?' Thinking, she remembered she had left it on the bathroom counter top. Changing direction she went down the hall to the bathroom and without knocking, opened the door and got the surprise of her life. Aisling standing in front of the mirror, dipping wet, and totally naked.

"HOLY SHIT!" she exclaimed, taking a quick inventory of Aisling's assets. 'Damn, he is HOT without clothes,' she thought her hormones cheering in delight.

"Something catch yer interest, lass?" Aisling asked her, the sound of his deep seductive Scottish drawl snapping her out of her trance.

"S-Sorry," she stammered, quickly shutting the door. Argona then rolled her eyes and muttered to herself. Once again, she had forgotten her necklace. Opening the door again with her hand strategically placed over her face, she grabbed the necklace off of the counter.

"Sorry, uh hard, I mean necklace...forgot...um sorry," she mumbled, closing the door a second time feeling her face flame in embarrassment.

Hastening down the hall, Argona ran into Dallas. "Anything wrong, Ari?" Dallas asked, arching a brow since it was unusual to see drakos blush about anything.

Stopping Argona looked at Dallas then back at the bathroom door. Pinking a bit of a darker shade. "I'm good, Dal. Let's just say your cousin really needs to learn how to lock doors. I'll be back late."

Argona then glanced back down the hall and Dallas followed her line of vision. Both saw Aisling stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his lean hips. Glancing up at the women, Aisling gave Argona a smirk as if to say 'I know what you are thinking'. Giving a small groan the drakos walked down the stairs and headed out the front door, slamming it closed.

"Ye jest couldnae help yerself could ya, lad?" Dallas asked him with a knowing looking.

"She's the one who needs tae learn how tae knock on doors first," he replied before heading off to his room.

~****~

ShadowCat stood on the top of the Wynn Hotel, looking over the Vegas Strip. SC wondered what the appeal was to Argona to this place. It was full of noise from the slot machines and too bright from all of the lights. Walking along the building's ledge wearing leather shorts with fishnet stockings beneath, a black Nine Inch Nails t-shirt and her favorite black knee high stiletto boots she stepped into the shadows and disappeared.


Stepping from the shadows of the alley, she walked along the sidewalk once again trying to get what the appeal of this place was. As people strolled by some wreaked of the smells of alcohol, drugs, and sex. While others complained of losing too much money.

Coming to the corner, SC patiently waited for the light to change when a group of women came up chatting. They looked SC over, which she just ignored since she was used to it. The tall Barbie doll blonde of the group tapped her on the shoulder, which made SC turn slightly looked at her. "Just wanted to ask where you got your hair done. I love it! The tiger strip look is hot."

The blonde's inquiry made her pull her shades down her nose a bit to peer at the group with her cat eyes. "Oh my god, I love the contacts too! I so have to know," the blonde squealed in delight.

SC gave the woman a small cat-got-the-cream grin. "Lady, the only way you get to look like this is if you were born like this." Stepping off of the curb and crossing street, SC left the group to ponder that response.
Walking at a quick pace, she had promised Argona that she would meet her at Studio 54 in the MGM, a Vegas hot spot. It would be good to see her again. A few years had passed with only phone calls and emails to connect them. She could not wait to inquire about this Aisling guy who Argona seemed to like to fight with a lot. But something in the dragon's voice when she spoke of him that said there was more to the story and she was determined to find out what it was.

~****~

Returning home from a night out on the Vegas Strip, Argona entered the dark, quiet house. Careful as to not to waken any of the occupants, she moved silently through the house. Sighing softly as she removed her yellow 'Caution, Sudden Mood Swings' t-shirt to revealing a soft yellow sheer lace bra, she tossed it over her shoulder as she passed through the living room and into the kitchen. Making her way through the dimly lit room, she opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.

"Late night, lass?" a disembodied voice asked from behind her. Whipping around and taking a defensive stance, Argona cursed under her breath when she saw who it was behind her. There stood Aisling, his arms crossed over his bare chest, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweat pants.

"What's it to you, Fifi?" she snapped back. Her body becoming very aware of Aisling's presence. 'Damn, why can't he be ugly,' she thought as she tried to slip past him, doing her best to ignore the tingling in her stomach and the sudden wetness in her pants.

Seeing her half-dressed in a sheer bra and catching a whiff of her scent as she passed, Aisling's body hardened painfully with desire. Giving a snarl, he grabbed Argona by the arm, spun her around and pinned her up against the wall, pressing his hard body against her soft curves. A surprised gasp left Argona's mouth but then she growled in anger. "What are you doing?" she snarled, placing her hands on his rock solid chest. "Back off, dog breath!" However, her body and hormones had other ideas. Especially with every hard solid inch of his body pressed firmly against her, trapping her against the wall.

"What ye have been asking for, lass," he growled, twining his fingers through her long hair then gripping it so tightly near the scalp that she gasped. Before she could come up with a smart retort, the wolf's mouth came crushing down upon her lips. Every reasonable thought left her head at that moment and she figured, 'To hell with it.' Wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking her fingers into this thick, soft hair, she melted into the kiss.