When moonlight crawls along the street...

It had been a beautiful night, one spent with his closest friends, one spent doing the things that he did best. It had begun simply enough, with his friend Jason, J's girlfriend Olivia, and himself going out for drinks. Of course, since Liv had a drinking problem she'd had nothing but water all evening, but Jason and himself had enjoyed several different drinks, among other things that Olivia didn't necessarily need to know about. By the end of the evening, both he and Jason were in high spirits and Olivia was left with the chore of getting them both home. However, Yates doubted that she was minding all that much. Jason seemed rather...attentive as the two of them began to stroll back towards the school. His hand was on her waist, slowly stroking her skin through the fabric, placing little kisses along her neck. Frankly, Yates felt a little envious as Olivia's soft laughs and indistinguishable murmurs reached him on the quiet evening breeze. Clearing his throat, he'd told them he felt like taking a walk before walking back to the school. He just needed some space, and some person. Before long, he found both.

He could see her in the entrance of an alley, dancing to some music that apparently only she could hear. She was a b-girl, and the athletic prowess was astounding. He leaned against a building, just watching her with his hazy eyes, enjoying the play of muscles beneath the tanned skin. She was wearing a skirt, and she looked as though at one point she'd been dressed up. He would suppose that her night, like his, had not ended as had been hoped. After a long time of him watching, and her dancing, the girl stopped. She shook out her skirt, smoothed her mussed hair, and glanced around, looking as though she was ready to leave. As gorgeous and athletic as she was, as needy as he was, and as lonely as they both were, Yates wasn't going to let it go at that. There was an empty alley at her back, and he planned on using it to his utmost advantage. Several long strides took him up to her, and the sound of his steps drew her attention. Her hazel eyes watched him approach, and he smirked as he came to a stop before her.

They stood there, chests heaving, as small sprinkles of rain began to fall to their shoulders and hair. Without a word, Yates' hand came to rest on her waist, slowly sliding around her, and up the small of her back, bringing her closer. Still smirking and watching her eyes, his hand crossed her shoulders, and plunged into her thick brown hair, grasping it, and tugging on it gently, tilting her head back. Just as slowly, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, slipping between her lips. Surprisingly, the girl kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck, returning his kiss. Satisfaction began to fill him, making him need more of this girl, more of the woman in his arm. Yates brought his other arm around her, propelling her slowly into the alleyway as he kissed her, not moving his line of thought until her back came to rest lightly against a wall. He moved from her lips, trailing kisses down her jaw, and neck and shoulder, sending little goosbumps racing across her skin. She leaned her head back against a wall, one leg lifting, and hooking around his waist, bringing him even closer as she tipped his chin up, and began to kiss him. The rain was falling steadily now, soaking them to the bone as Yates' hand slid down to the thigh of her other leg, bringing it up to hook around his waist also. With that, he began to make his move...

...after what felt like the longest time ever, Yates slowly came to a stop, once more lightly kissing the girl's neck, attempting to ease the pain from the bite marks he'd left there, though she made no such efforts to soothe his scratches. His palms were flat against the brick wall, supporting all of their combined weight. Slowly, she unhooked her legs, lowering them to the ground once more, lightly kissing Yates as she ducked under his arm, and made her sodden way out of the alleyway. He pushed himself away from the wall, watching her with intense interest.
"Can I have a name?" He asked, speaking to her for the first time, with his voice hoarse from suppressed sounds.
"Francesca."

With that, he watched her walk away, the first girl to have satisfied him in a very, very, long time.