What Comes Before

[Nox]

They stumbled through the back of the club. The girls were probably getting their own show and Nox didn't care. They had been playing with the fire all day and now it was time for them alone.

An unwelcome voice pierced the heat. Nox growled as he pressed his head to Raffe's forehead in a moment to gather his own voice. There was no shame in his eyes. He wasn't doing anything bad, even by the clubs rules. Nox had almost forgotten how scary scare Oriena could be. Not that she hadn't always been a nasty peice of work. He remembered their first meeting. It was one of his first memories here in Moscow after waking up. How his life had changed since then.

But then again Nox was in a whole new world again since the last time he'd seen the woman. Which was barely months ago. So much had changed. He smiled at her hoping to ease the look on her face. He doubted it was because they were making out in the club, "Breathing is underrated.." Nox stepped into Raffe and motioned for him to go upstairs the right way. The heat was sliding away, but the thrill of getting caught was always a temptation.