Lawrence chuckled, his hand warm on Marton's hip. "Maybe that young...but not as fond of drama." His voice was a low rumble in Marton's ear. Marton looked again at Dom and Elijah, still arguing heatedly on the edge of the dance floor. "Someone should remind them that we're here to have fun." Lawrence's teeth gleamed in the ultra-violet light. "You game?" Marton dragged his lips along Lawrence's throat. "They're not even looking." Lawrence tilted his head back, pressed Marton closer. "Who cares?"
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