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It seems like your skeleton's club is the only place you're welcomed in. The only place where no one seems to bother or hate you, barely even acknowledging you exist. Aside from your skeleton friend and a few of his workers, the former of whom seems like he can't get enough of you. The same way you can't seem to get enough of him.
The way he's always touching you in some way, pulling you in as close as he can get you. Drinking in everything he can and looking to even enjoy every minute of it, every reaction and touch. Like he's happy you're there, enjoying your presence. Even if he's not always ending the night with you under him in his bed. It's.. intoxicating.
You certainly enjoy it. Enjoy his touches, his honey-coated words, his attention. You also just.. enjoy him though. You like touching him, you like hearing his voice, you like what he does to you and gives you. You like being in his presence, all things considered. Everything about the pretty skeleton you're coming to admire more and more each visit, drawn in by every sweet word and loving touch.
This may be going too far, it's already probably gone too far. But you don't know if you really have the will or strength to stop it anymore. You know nothing more is probably ever going to come out of the relationship with the skeleton. You still don't even have his name after all. You're more often there for some fun beneath the sheets, he probably only sees you as a bedwarmer more than anything else.
Even.. even if some of those nights are more.. tender and soft than a drunken tumble. More soft touches and more loving. It's still.. nothing more than some fun, you have to tell yourself. It doesn't actually mean anything other than satisfying a need.
And.. those nights where nothing happened, where you both just shared a bed, didn't mean anything either. Just.. he was probably just humoring you, or taking pity. Amusing himself with the silly little Human that comes to his club more than she probably should. You can't let yourself believe anything else, you don't think your poor heart could take it.
So, none of it means anything. It's just.. you're both just there for some fun, that's all. He'll eventually get tired of you and you'll move on. Just the way this kind of thing goes, after all.
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Sweetie. Maybe then you'll actually believe it.
There's been more rumors going around your apartment building, rumors you're starting to hear now too. Rumors your mother is even more pissed about, which you're pretty sure are fueling some more of the gossip ring from neighbors able to hear the shouting.
Some of the younger boys in the apartment have even whistled at you and Marigold, jokingly asking how much it costs for a night. Marigold promptly flipped them off with a kiss and a wink.
"Don't listen to them, they're just jealous," she tells you with a huff, swiping some hair off her shoulder. "And honestly, like anyone in that apartment building is any better? We're all in the same boat."
"Hmm." You just hum absently, checking your makeup in the mirror.
"Some of the people in the building are a lot more nasty than either of us. I know some workers with more class than them," Marigold snorts, shaking her head a bit. "Like they have any business looking down their noses at us. At least we're having fun."
"Yeah," you agree, nodding along.
Marigold wraps an arm around you, grinning widely.
"Come on! Let's go! I've been dying to go out all week," she groans, leaning her head back dramatically. You chuckle in response, shaking your head a bit as you let her pull you out of her apartment and onto the sidewalk. You both ignore the whistles and whispers, just walking faster until you get a taxi and are at the club.
Marigold immediately runs off to go find her boyfriend, you're guessing. But you hardly expected anything else, so you just continue your journey up to the regular lounge. There you find your skeleton friend lounging and watching the people partying down below. The guard at the entrance nods to you in greeting before letting you inside.
Your skeleton friend's surprisingly dark face considerably brightens at the sight of you, you ignoring the way it makes your heart leap to your throat.
"sweetheart, welcome back," he purrs, pulling you into his lap when you get close enough. You just barely catch yourself on the back of the couch, nearly face planting into the skeleton. You aren't able to get a word about it out before his tongue is nearly down your throat. You melt as his hands roam over your sides and to your legs, fingers pressing into and kneading the flesh.
"Bad day?" You ask after finally parting for a breath. Your skeleton friend nearly growls, gripping your thighs a bit tighter.
"something like that, love." He brings your lips back to his, his hand shoving your dress up and up. Your eyes snap open, your hands grabbing his wrists.
"You sure?" You ask, eyes darting to the windows and back to the skeleton. Your cheeks stain red as well, the skeleton huffing in amusement.
"i'm sure. no one will notice or see, sweetheart. it's one way glass." He flips you over onto your back, one hand coming up to curl into your hair and the other getting back to what it was doing before you stopped him. But you hardly have any other protests.
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You knew your nighttime shenanigans with your skeleton friend always left you very satisfied by the morning, but stars do you wish you were more sober for more of them.
You fix the makeup the little romp in the VIP lounge messed up, also fixing your jewelry and dress. You try to tame your tousled hair as well, huffing a bit at the mess the skeleton made it into. You can't say you're too annoyed though, but you're not really sure why you're bothering either. It's all probably going to get ruined again soon.
But you did need to leave the lounge so it could be cleaned up, and it does give your skeleton friend some time to go take care of whatever he needed to. Some business thing or something of the sort, you're not sure. But it's not really any of your business anyway, and he said he'd be back in just a moment afterwards. But that's still the reason you're taking your time fixing yourself up again.
He really didn't seem in the best mood. Maybe work's getting to him, you'd get that.
You glance over at a knock on the door, heading over to see who's knocking on the unlocked public bathroom door. It turns out it's one of the guards... John you think.
"The lounge is cleaned out. Boss is still taking care of things, but if you're staying you can wait for him there," he informs you.
"Alright. Thank you," you reply. "I planned to stay for a bit longer if he wanted me to."
John just nods at that.
"I'll escort you, if you're ready Ma'am," he then says, making you blink a few times.
Escort?
"Okay," you nod, following the guard back up to the lounge. You seat yourself on the couch, John remaining outside of the door.
"If you need anything before Boss gets back, knock on the door." Said door is then shut and John stands guard outside of it. You blink again, head tilting before leaning back into the very comfy sofa.
Your eyes catch on a familiar drink tray and you grab your favorite to take a sip of.
It takes a few minutes before your skeleton friend is walking back into the lounge, looking a bit more annoyed and angry than he did when you first showed up. You sink into the couch a bit, but his expression does lighten again when he sees you're still here.
Letting out a breath, he rejoins you on the couch and pulls you back onto his lap. You tilt your head a bit, looking over the skeleton with a closer eye.
"Work putting you through the ringer this time, Angel Eyes?" You ask, rubbing a thumb just under his eye socket where there seems to be the beginnings of some type of skeletal eye bags forming. The skeleton huffs, looking at you in amusement.
"angel eyes?" He questions, you humming a bit.
"Your eyes are very pretty," you shrug, making the skeleton chuckle again. "But you're pretty enough to be an angel regardless."
He pauses for just a moment, grin falling just a tad.
"my dear, i'm the farthest thing from an angel," he comments, head tilting so he can run his tongue over your neck. Your head tilts back to allow him to do so, a hum traveling up your vocal cords.
You don't think you'll ever get used to the tingling, electric feel of his tongue. But oh does it feel good.
"Maybe so. But demons are still just fallen angels," you reply, hand sliding to the back of his head. He just hums, far too interested in working your neck, leaving little nips and tingles in his wake. You gasp a bit as his teeth bite down on your shoulder a bit harder than the previous little nips, the skeleton sounding quite pleased with the noise.
He seems to relax the longer you let him touch you, and touch you he does.
But the moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your skeleton friend sighs in annoyance, glancing up and narrowing his eye sockets at the door.
"yes?"
John half steps into the room, still blocking anyone from seeing into the lounge.
"Your lady's friend is looking for her," John informs you both, you blinking in surprise. "Should I let her in?"
"well, sweetheart?" Your skeleton friend asks, raising a brow at you.
You pause, staring at him for a moment. You then look towards the door again, where you know Marigold is probably waiting. You unconsciously twist a bit of the fur on your friend's coat and bite your lip, you not noticing the skeleton's studying gaze.
"If.... If you're up for it," you reply, looking back at him with a raised eyebrow. He blinks. "Otherwise I can go out to see her."
"hmmm." His hands return to your hips, smoothing your dress back into its proper place. "let her in."
John nods once, then opens the door further. You can see Marigold standing out there, looking between the guard and the lounge. Her eyes soon land on you though, the much prettier girl stepping into the lounge and glancing around.
You glance back at your skeleton friend, who's eyeing the other girl. You slowly slide off of him, though his hands linger before letting you go.
You ignore the small pit in your stomach, turning back to your friend who's raising an eyebrow at you.
"Everything okay?" You ask, taking a few steps closer to the woman. She doesn't say anything for a minute, but then shrugs.
"Jake ditched me," she scoffs, crossing her arms and glancing out of the lounge again. You blink a few times, looking at her confused. "My boyfriend, or ex now. The jerk. Didn't come back after supposedly going to the bathroom."
She's.. more upset than she looks. You can tell by the way she's holding herself, even if she just looks pissed off.
This was her longest lasting relationship...
"Oh. I'm sorry," you frown, placing a hand on her arm. She lets out a breath, slumping a bit. But her eyes travel back to the skeleton watching you both, darting between you and him a couple of times.
"But you didn't tell me you're fucking the owner of the club!" She whispers to you, grabbing your arm to pull you a bit closer. You just blink at her a few times.
"How else did you think we were getting in?" You ask, just as quietly. Marigold opens her mouth, then closes it again.
"You could've still told me you were playing with him," she grumbles, glaring at you.
"I... I'm not," you reply, shaking your head. Marigold raises an eyebrow at you, glancing between you and the skeleton again a few times. You look back at him yourself, seeing he's still watching quietly. His fingers tapping against the arm of the couch. You're.. pretty sure he's staring at Marigold specifically. You turn back around. "Are... What do you want to do? Are you going home or...?"
"Hmm.... Hadn't decided," Marigold replies, making you raise an eyebrow. She looks at the skeleton again, nodding in greeting. "I'm Marigold. Nice to meet you."
"charmed," he replies, smiling lightly.
"I guess I have you to thank for taking care of my friend," Marigold then comments, seating herself on the couch. You pause, but then seat yourself as well.
You look over Marigold and then over at your skeleton friend, your eyebrows lowering slightly. Marigold puts on her most charming smile, not fixing the strap of her dress that slips down her shoulder.
"i suppose so," your skeleton friend replies, looking back at you again and the space between you both. He then looks at Marigold again.
"Well, she can be quite the handful," Marigold chuckles, leaning back into the cushion and twirling a piece of hair around her finger. You raise an eyebrow at her, frowning. Your fingers dig into the couch cushion just a bit. "So I'm glad she had someone else looking out for her too."
Your skeleton friend raises a brow bone, head tilting.
"i'd hardly say that," he states, eyes trailing over to you again. "she's been a delight to have around."
"... I'm glad to hear that," Marigold grins, leaning forward slightly. His eyes glance down, before going back up. You nor Marigold notice the twitch of his fingers, nor the way his eye sockets narrow slightly. You do notice, however, his other hand coming to rest on your neck, fingers tracing over it and to your shoulder. "She does have a habit of being troublesome at home. If you ever need a break, just give me a call and I can get her off your back for a bit."
"hmm. i think i can handle her just fine," your skeleton friend says, leaning forward. You glance back at him as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back into him. His teeth rest against the back of your head, a breath disturbing some of your hair. "she's hardly caused me any trouble here."
Marigold stares at him for a moment with a slight, barely noticeable frown. Her eyes flicker down to his hands caressing your waist and the way you lean into the touch, her frown just a bit more pronounced for a second. But then she sits up again, fixing her dress and humming. She grins, happy and satisfied if you know her well enough. Which you do.
What exactly was she trying to do?
"Well, good," she states, then looks at you again. "I'm gonna head home, Honey. You have fun now."
"You sure? ...Are you good to go by yourself?" You ask, hesitantly. Your eyes glance towards the wall, frowning a bit more. "It's... awful late."
Marigold scoffs, looking more than a bit amused.
"i can get a car if you're worried, sweetheart," your skeleton friend offers.
"Would you?" You ask, looking back at him. He nods, making you smile. "Please?"
"of course." He knocks on the arm again, telling the worker that comes in to escort Marigold home. Said girl raises an eyebrow at you, impressed, then follows the worker at her request.
Neither of you notice the skeleton glaring at her back.
"Thank you," you grin, turning to look at him again. He smiles back, hands coming up to cradle your head.
"of course, my dear. anything for you," he hums, pinching your chin to bring your face closer to his. "now where were we, hmm?"
He pushes you onto your back again, finding yourself in for a much, much longer night.