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nahisummerhold · 5 days ago

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City of Dusk, Part 4

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A couple of days had passed, one more box appeared, this one growing hot when she tried to open it, whoever was sending these was about to get on her list, it was near torture to see them there every time she came to the club or left it and she wanted to open them so badly. Detailing and magic running through them, beautiful and could only imagine what treasures they held.

Her new Shal’dorei flirtation from had brought a friend to the club and during each break she sat with them, there was none of the playfully sexy banter, just people enjoying a relaxed night together. The man he came with was named Beyan Adrinore and he owned a club that held private galas, by the end of the night he booked her for a party in three weeks time.

Nahi appreciated Mr. Presence bringing Beyan to meet her, especially as they got along famously and she felt she would be getting more than this one booking with him, but as with his leaving the night before it confused her. What kind of man that wants to get into a woman’s pants brings a third wheel to grind the process to a halt? They had been in each other’s orbits for days and other than one racy conversation they were no closer to finding where the flirtation could take them by the time he and Beyan had left at the end of the night.

Dressing with extra care whether he showed up or not she was out to make herself known for more than just her voice. A dress in metallic gold as bright as the sun itself showed her dark skin to perfection, it hung all the way to her knees with a slit in the back so she could walk at least and it clung to her in all the right places. Ombre curls were piled high on her head, held in place by pins that disappeared except small sparkling jewels left exposed to catch the stage lights. Her makeup was artfully minimal, a small gold shimmer over the lids of her eyes, mascara, a touch of kohl liner, her lips a saturated fuscia with a hint of gold gloss over top. People in Suramar were used to their cool colors, she was suited to warmer tones and was ready to illuminate night, tonight she would be unapologetically her. Mid-way through her first set, her intriguing flirtation partner arrived, as usual he made his way into the club with the hosting staff hovering a couple of steps behind him but his gaze was locked on Nahi like a beacon. One small glance in his direction was all she graced him with, then she focused on the other patrons at the tables by the stage, liquid gold moved with her every step catching the light and enchanting her mahogany skin. Each song she performed she connected deeply with those watching, eye contact drew them in, a special type of energy poured out over the audience.

This wasn’t the kind of club where people met her after each set and asked for autographs, but tonight a couple of the club members shook her hand as she walked off stage delaying her trip to the bar. Nahi had lost sight of Mr. P when she turned her attention away so she could not go to him, or if he was even still in the club. Finally through the audience she stood at the servers station at the bar, Philenete, the bartender waved to let her know that he had seen her, but he was waiting on customers at the bar so she turned and cocked one hip looking out over the club guests, not seeking him out though she wanted to, just letting him come to her if he was that interested.

“That dress stops just short of indecent,” The voice of her new mysteriously sexy man came from her side his approach gone unnoticed. It was a comment she agreed with, it had been the point of wearing it but she wasn’t going to admit that.

Turning to face him, she smiles politely just as she had to his friend Beyan the previous night, acknowledging him without any other emotion involved. He was in a suit that was tailored as immaculately as she imagined it would be, dark hair looking slightly wet and when she met his eyes, the normal humor was banked for a look of hunger. “I think a knee length cocktail dress is considered decent in most civilized places, is Suramar so uncivilized?”

He ignored her retort completely, “Did you wear it for me?”

Yes. “No.” Luckily the bar area was dark, there was a faint hope he would not see the lie on her face.

“Here you go Nahi, sorry about the wait. You are like fire tonight.” The words drew her attention back to the bar, Philenete pushed a mug across the bar to her with a wink and a smile before he moved away.

Picking up the hot water, she gave the bartender a brilliant smile, “Thank you!” Her voice carried to him and he waved from where he was already engaged with someone else. The full presence of the Shal’dorei behind her was invisibly resting on her shoulders, even if he remained a few steps away, turning she looked up into his eyes over the steam rising off her water. “It is nice to see you again.”

“Nice?” He asked after a rough chuckle, “Nice to see me? Not a little more than nice?” The man knew what she was very obviously doing.

“Mmm hmmm,” Nahi said, allowing humor to show in her gaze, they both recognized the ridiculous nature of her downplaying his being there.

The weight of the desire in his eyes yielded some of its intensity as amusement joined it, “You could get in trouble trying to dismiss me like that.”

Nahi had played this part of their game more than once with others. In her mind she wanted to say, ‘Like you did to me the night before?’ but she knew the outcome if she did, he would gloat over having affected her, giving him that more power over her. “Is that so? Well I will have to try to remember that. I have to get back on stage. See you later?”

A low growl sounded from him as she turned, dismissing him again. Her reasoning was valid, her break was over and she couldn’t take more time just to fence with him in the power game they were playing. Walking through the tables to the stage instead of along the arranged walkway, she purposely made it so he would have to pursue her in front of people to continue the conversation. By the time she stepped onto the stage, placed her drink on a small side table and talked to the piano player, he had taken a table just off the side of the stage, game point to her this volley.

The rest of the night, even through her breaks, he remained at the table and Nahi had decided to become stubborn about ceding control of the interaction between them, unlike the night before where she joined him and his friend, she avoided going even near his table. Each time she began the next set would glance at him and his eyes would meet hers, humor was there at first, but with each time she avoided him, the humor bled away leaving annoyance behind. Nahi wouldn’t cede the power back to him, she wanted to figure out what they had between them because she hadn’t been this drawn to a person since Tempest Keep. Nahi had dealt this hand, and wasn’t going to be the one that folded, instead she turned up her power a little each set.

Near the end of the night she was choosing moments in her performance to meet his eyes, connecting more intimately within songs that were emotionally charged. It was the opposite of how she usually approached moments like those, normally looking out over the audience, building that anticipation before closing her eyes and filling her voice with emotion over offering it up visually. As he had watched her for the last few nights she was sure he would recognize the change, and when she met his eyes she saw a new depth there, more intense than their playful moments.

When she ended the night, she came down off the stage looking around but he was nowhere to be seen, it was a something that took her breath away thinking that he had just left. Putting on her best smile, refusing to show her disappointment, she moved through to the bar, talking to anyone that reached out to her. Getting her warm drink, she headed back to her dressing room, stepping in, she paused just inside the door, he was resting against the vanity, legs crossed in front of him and arms across his chest. “Did you wear it for me?”

It was like no time passed at all between them, there was no way she could hide the truth in this light so she turned from him, placing her mug on a table only to feel his arm encircling her waist, “Did you wear it for me?” His voice whispered darkly, the little diamond hoop in her ear, pressing between her cartilage and his cheek, the heat of his breath caressing the length of her long ear and her temple.

Nahi didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, he had stolen the songstress’s voice away, her eyes closed and her lips parted. One hand braced on the table, the other still holding her mug, pinned in place by his arm and the desire that rushed through her. With no answer, he wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up, turning, he walked her to the counter with the boxes, sitting her in front of them and lifting a hand to tilt her chin up so he was looking into her eyes, “Answer me, my Banshee, did you wear it for me?”

“Yes,” she said softly, her gaze locked with his, none of the challenging defiance of earlier remaining, melted away by the scorching connection between them. Dark hands rested on the charcoal sleeves of his suit, champagne colored nails tipped into the fabric, not clinging but fighting a desire to push away from the vulnerability that was racing through her.

Leaning in, his lips brushing from the side of her mouth along her cheek to rest at the base of her ear, a small place that caused a heat to pool in her belly, it was like he had known her body for hundreds of years already. “Get your things, whoever it is you go home to each night will just have to do without you, because my bed has been waiting for you to be in it.”

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