Tagged (Snowfire 2)

Tagged (Snowfire)
Kira Stone
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"Wanna dance?"

Chade looked the too-punk guy over and mentally shrugged. Why the hell not? It beat watching the bar traffic -- one of the few mixed species bars in the area -- trying to decide if he was waiting for a male worth knowing to walk by, or counting the seconds until he walked out. "Yeah, sure."

"Vertically or horizontally?"

Christ, what a lame line. The punk might as well have grabbed Chade by the balls and said, "Let's fuck." Did no one care about romance these days? Not the hearts and flowers crap women were always bawling about, but just the semblance that their brief connection would mean something beyond satisfying a particularly virulent itch.

"Verbally, if I thought you could dance without tripping over your tongue," Chade finally replied, deciding that in his present mood no company was preferable to bad company.

"Hey, I've got moves, man." The vampish punk spun in a wobbly attempt to hit the dance floor. Once he cleared a space on the wooden planks in mosh-pit fashion, he put on a ten-second show that demonstrated his double-jointed hips and a lousy sense of rhythm.

If there was any applause at the conclusion of his act, it was swallowed up by the techno-noise coming from the club's sound system. Chade finished off his drink and stood to leave. A throbbing beat and a mobile ass weren't enough to ignite his libido tonight. "I've changed my mind… thanks for the offer though."

"Jerk," the deathly pale punk tossed at his retreating back.

Chade suppressed a growl and kept moving, intent on putting the club, and the wasted evening, behind him. He'd almost reached the door when a short blond Fae streaked in, jarring him. "Hey," Chade said, more to make the kid slow down than out of any real anger.

The kid -- okay, so maybe not quite a kid, Fae always looked younger than their real years -- turned around and Chade was impaled by a pair of sapphire blue eyes that glowed with sparkling warmth. "Tag, you're it."

The words were spoken so soft and low that the only way Chade could make them out was by lip-reading. And what a fantastic set of lips they were. Wide, pink and just a hint of blond stubble around them.

The Fae fluttered his mottled blue-black wings in a friendly wave, tucked his hands into the pockets of his black leather pants and flashed Chade a sexy grin. "See ya!"

Then, as if he'd used magic, the blond became engulfed by the writhing bodies on the dance floor.

Chade's crotch ached as if he'd been intimately stroked by a highly skilled lover, except he was positive the Fae hadn't touched him after the initial bump. In fact, Chade wasn't sure he hadn't imagined at least half of the bizarre encounter -- the Fae loved to play tricks on other species -- and stepped forward, out into the frigid, snowy night.