Happiness.

"Welllllll tonight has been a success!" I slurred, my arm around Abby as the other hand picked up what seemed to be my tenth maybe eleventh beer. "Dancing, good food, good friends and lots of beer! I'm a happy man!" I laughed, downing more of my beer. "You happy, babe?" I asked Abby, she giggled, nodding. "But I'm tired.. I think I'm going to walk back to our room to sleep." I raised my eyebrow. "I could walk you?"

I stood, smoothing my skirt down. "No, no, you stay here." But he stood anyways, almost falling flat on his face. "Dante, seriously! No!" I laughed, pushing him down. "Honestly I can walk myself." I walked over to hug B who seemed a little on the tipsy side herself. What was I kidding. She was as drunk as Dante. "You guys have fun. Seriously."

"Hey, I'll walk you," I said to Abs, looking down at Binx. "And then I'm going to head up to the casino and try my luck at blackjack." I told her I had wanted to do it earlier, but she didn't want to leave. But she really didn't have to. "You stay here. Dance that ass off!" I leaned in, kissing her forehead, winking at her. "I'll come find you after I win a million bucks, then I'll actually be able to take you home for the night." She looked like a million bucks, that's for sure. In that dress... Jesus!

I shook my head. "Nu-uh, buddy! If I really were a call girl, you'd NEVER be able to afford me." I giggled, looking over at A. "Maybe I wanna go crawl in bed with A later," I said, reaching my arms out and hugging her to me. "You know, I really do love you, A! So much!" I kissed her, on the lips. Nothing sexual, just a kiss. I'm Italian. We do those kinds of things. "Let my hubby wubby walk you to your cabin before he goes and wastes two hundred bucks we don't have." I laughed, laying my head back against Jackson's chest, my arms still wrapped around A. "I'm just playing. Go have fun, Superman."

"Love you too, B." I said laughing hugging her before pulling away and walking around to kiss my husband. "I love you too." I kissed him softly and turned to Jackson. "Ready?" This felt all too familiar but I wasn't nervous. There was nothing here that could hurt me. "And B that bed's waiting for ya." I said winking with a laugh.

"Bye, honey! Love you!" I said to Abby before standing and swaying slightly. "Care to have this dance, Mrs. Frost?" I asked holding my hand out. "Since we are both staying for that reason and our dancing partners left early." I laughed.

I told Dante I'd see him later before kissing Bianca and walking away from the ballroom. I wrapped my arm around Abigail as we headed toward the elevator. "You know, Bianca's right. I am Superman." I nodded my head. "I will protect you." My nod turned into a shake. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you that night, but I promise you. I'm not near as drunk as I was that night. I won't let anything happen to you, Abs."

I slipped my hand into his. "Of course you may, Mr. Frost." I let him lead me out onto the dance floor and I started dancing with him. "But you know, technically, it's not really Mrs. Frost..." I loved that this was an up beat song. Good tempo. Really my element. "I am a missus, obviously, but I never actually took Jackie's last name. I'm just Bianca Parisi." I smirked at him. "Dancer extraordinaire." I snickered slightly but kept dancing.

"Well, hoooooooooooooooow lovely to know such a great dancer!" I said, twirling her and tugging her back to me. My senses were filled with her. I could smell her... and she smelled amazing. I could feel her skin against her back where her dress let it peek out and I could see her... I just wanted... damn it, no! Drunken bastard. No tasting. "Well, at least your modest about it." I said chuckling.

I looked up at him. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault." I smiled. "And I know you'll protect me. I trust you. I always have." I hugged his side and smiled as we walked. "I'm not scared a bit."

I smirked up at him, my body pressed tightly against his. "Modesty has nothing to do about it, Dr. Castle... Casteleo... Doctor D!" I giggled, spinning out from him and coming back up against him, my back against his chest this time. Turning my head to look up at him. "What do you think? You think I should be more modest?"

I kissed the side of her head, walking with her. "Good. You can be my Lois Lane." I held my finger to my lips, making a shhhing sound. "Bianca is Wonder Woman, so she can't be my Lois. And don't tell Dante, but you can be my Lois Lane."

"I like that title. And I won't tell a soul." I winked and stopped when I realized I forgot my purse. "Crap, I forgot my purse. Wanna wait here while I go back to get it or follow me back that way?"

"No. Never. I like you just like this." I whispered heavily, my breath hot against her neck. "This is just perfect." I let my lips move over her neck, grunting slightly. "Jesus your so beautiful..."

I shook my head. "Nope. CK's not letting his girl out of his site for a moment." I turned with her, heading back toward the ball room. "Of course, I could just use my super speed and fly back and get it, but then the whole world would know my secret, and we can't have that. Especially now that I've got my girl to protect."

I moaned slightly, letting my arms move up behind me, over his arms and up through his hair, pulling his head closer to me. I had let him get to me a few months ago, so much that he was pretty much a drug to me, and now I was getting that same taste of that drug again, and I was sure I couldn't fight it. "Fuck, Dante... I want..." I didn't know what I wanted, I just didn't want to move.

"I want to kiss you again... that's what I want." I grunted roughly before turning her head so I could get better access of her lips. I kissed her hard, turning her body so her breasts smashed against my chest. I slid my hands down her back gripping her ass.

"Exactly," I said giggling softly. "Clark never gives up his identity." Just as we rounded the corner to get back to the ballroom I heard Dante's voice and what I heard made my heart stop in my chest and my stomach rock. I didn't say a word, only watched as Dante kissed Bianca. He kissed her. But she didn't stop him. I guess I could chalk it up to them being drunk but he said again. As if this had happened before. My eyes burned with unshed tears and my feet felt frozen against the ground. I wanted to run away so badly... but my feet just sat there.

I was addicted to him, yet again, and all it took was a kiss. Fuck, it was the hottest kiss... I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers slide up through his hair, pulling myself tighter to him, not wanting this to stop for anything.

I came to an abrupt stop just as Abigail did and stopped to look down at her. "You ok, Lois?" I asked, looking ahead of us to see what she was frozen staring at. My blood started to boil. I wanted to tear his head off... But she was kissing him back. He wasn't taking advantage of my wife. They were screwing Abigail and me over by practically screwing right there on the dance floor. I didn't know whether to turn and walk away and pretend like I hadn't seen this or go over and pound the man who I thought was my best friend into the ground. This boat would be sinking in a few moments after his head smashed through the bottom of the boat.

I couldn't take the sight anymore. It was making me sick. I turned and ran as fast as my feet could take me. I came to a stop at the end of the deck, breathing deeply as I leaned against the railing and started to cry. I could hear feet and knew Jackson had followed me. "I'm such an idiot! I actually thought I was good enough for him! I mean look at me! I'm a plain Jane compared to him." My lip trembled but I never looked at Jackson. "I was so stupid to believe he wanted me and only me forever! I was so stupid! I'm stupid!" I bit at my trembling lip as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I tugged her tighter against me, wrapping one of her long luscious legs around my hip, letting my hand move over the length of it as I kissed her even deeper, my tongue fighting hers for control. Jesus I wanted her, I wanted this fucking bad! I couldn't even remember where we were... all I could think of was how hard my dick was getting.

I shook my head, lifting both of my hands to her face, wiping away her fallen tears. "You're not plane Jane," I told her, my voice coming out softer than I had expected considering how pissed off I was... at Dante... at my wife! But Abigail was blameless. She was innocent. She didn't need my anger. "You're my Lois Lane, remember? And Clark Kent thinks Lois Lane is the most beautiful woman on the planet." I leaned forward, kissing her forehead softly. It would be so easy for us to pay Bianca and Dante back, but what they didn't see wouldn't hurt them, and I wanted them BOTH to hurt the way Abigail and I were.

I could feel his dick against my core and I wanted to scream out for him to fuck me, but my breath was lost as my lips were locked against his. I wrapped my leg more around his thigh, pushing my hips more against him, letting him know that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me, thrusting my tongue harder against his.

I lifted up her other leg, holding her against me and starting to stumble as drunk as I was back toward where I remembered the bathrooms were.. I wanted this. Jesus I wanted HER. Badly. I pushed the door open, not even caring who saw. I pushed her inside, slamming the door shut and clicking the lock as my mouth moved harder against hers and thrusted my cock against her panties.