Cheap Moments of Rapture

She has a reindeer stamped on her neck.

Rudolph glimmers blue, mocking him as he approaches, daring him to join in their game. Dim lighting, pulsing music and grinding dancers encourage him, squeezing him forward out of their frenzied reveling. He stops short, breathes deep and tastes her beat, slides into place as she twists. Pleasure fills his veins, loosens muscles and hips, and vibrates out in a wild grin as he drifts closer to touching. She turns then and startles, his presence finally felt. Rudolph winks at him in the half-light as she pauses, her considering half-smile stuttering in his chest, swelling in his gut. The moment catches and breaks. She spins out of reach, closing off to him easily. Lights flash behind, through and around his eyes and he walks away blurred and aching.

Rudolph laughs.