Blinding neon lights.

Deafening music, the suffocating packed ground on Escobar was truly one of those rare nights that the soldiers got to disappear away to.

The bass had felt like it shook the tiny island off the north coast of Isadora, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the dead of the seas that have known more stories of war than the bodies that stand upon it.

The lights coloured the pitch-black skies, veiling the stars that normally dotted it. Bodies continued to cluster together in an ocean of flesh, lost to the infectious beats that thundered from the middle central stage.

Richie firmly held Eko's hand in his own, not wanting to lose her amongst the crowd. Here on the summer's night, they stood beneath the raging light of the festival on Escobar that had the crowd at the mercy of every beat, at every speed.

The pair found themselves nestled within the dense crowd, with the beat of the music pounding her senses, Richie tried to make heads and tails of where the rest of the group was. Eko admitted this was a first, never being able to manage to get to any place like this, nor could she manage to escape for hours on end. She was all too happy to sneak away when Richie offered the night of a lifetime.

That, and she got to spend a ridiculous amount of time with a certain someone Richie pointed out as an advantage, in an atmosphere that would surely see him cave by the end of the night.

Eko was pushing past the bodies that suffocated her, bare skin against her own with how she had been dressed. Her senses were nearly obliterated by the sound of the beats as they got closer. She had found out from Richie on the ride over was those who came here, the very same people, had battled with the same everyday life issues as the next person as she had known.

On Escobar, a tiny island uncharted on any system, they could go as wild as they wished, provided they didn't harm themselves or others in the process. Richie had offered it as a place where people could release their pent-up anxieties and frustrations. However, it brought Eko to a standstill question: who looked after those who needed rescuing?

When she asked Richie, he simply replied that they were all adults here, and it wasn't their responsibility to dictate how people chose to find life and fun again.

She assumed that everyone in attendance sought to squeeze as much enjoyment out of these events as possible. They were trying to rid themselves of the never ending pounding war that always seemed to loom over their lives.

It haunts them in ways, never relenting,  a never-ending stigma that life would never be what it was.

It drove a lot of the goers, soldiers, and broken souls to seek all the thrills they could before whatever happened next utterly consumed them. Perhaps that's what made this event more prominent than ever before; with the moon attacked, decimated, and survivors reduced in numbers, people were drawn to knowing how fast the tides of this war could change on them.

It forced them all to face the question of how many days any of them had left.

Amidst the chaos, Eko tightly gripped Richie's sweaty hand, and was pulled along the crowds further into the heart of the chaos; she could only watch the blur of attendees dressed rather ...sparsely as is customary for these kinds of events, or so she was educated on the ride over.

Males and females alike were present wearing the barest minimum clothing, just short of coming in their underwear, which some, mind her, were actually doing.

Others dressed in extremely high-end attire, dressed to the nines, so lavish, sensual, and erotic compared to those who wore the bare minimum. Glancing between herself and what Richie had been wearing—or rather, their lack of clothing—Eko remembered how he had gotten rid of his shirt as soon as they landed on the island, smirking with some cocky comment. And here she was now, amidst the pounding rhythm of the event, not long after following suit.

"Richie!" she had barely heard his name being called from somewhere around them, but clearly it was someone they had known, and boy did Eko nearly have the shock of her life.

The tiny bitty-waisted girl was before them, X-shaped pasties covering the nipples on her exposed ultra-perky breasts and a pair of bikini bottoms that rode up her ass crack and accentuated her somewhat pale butt cheeks.

"Jaz!" Richie waved towards the fluorescent purple-haired dancing queen, who had seen them thankfully as she tried to find someone else amongst the crowds.

Eko looked down at what she had been wearing, clearly nothing as risqué as Jasmine, but she also knew what she would be getting into when Richie handed her some of Jesse's clothing for the night and the kind of attention she would draw.

Heck, looking at the bikini candy bra that she had on currently, she couldn't believe she was wearing it to even begin with. This was definitely on the different side of things from the lengths she went to for a guy.

Shaking her head, she smirked, knowing how mortified either her mother or Madison would be, especially looking at the rest of her outfit. These cropped neon pants paired with Jesse's thigh-high neon boots were illuminated against the lights glowing in front of her, and her hair was brushed out.

She didn't have time to do anything with it except to run a brush through it, and just like all the other dancers that were wrecked off their faces already, she was ready to get lost amongst it all.

Unable to really hear what Richie and Jasmine were talking about, she watched as the purple-haired goddess pointed towards the front of the crowd. She gathered that's where everyone was, and Richie pulled at her hand again, making their way through with the plenty of daring eyes who would do more than simply 'look'.

Considering how close everybody nearby clutched together, it was nearly impossible to avoid contact of any sort, a few brush of elbows here, an accidental step on the foot there.

Skin-to-skin was very easy at this moment.

Finally reaching the others, Eko was affronted with Jesse, the very same that sure as hell hadn't looked like the red-haired soldier she was used to.

Glamazonian was the first word that came to mind, barely wearing anything but a neon bikini that shimmered under the black lights and strobes that bounced everywhere before them. The teased ginger hair floated around her. She had been dancing in her own world, and it would appear without care.

Toni was nearby; she could faintly see his head moving around the crowd, dressed like Richie, baring it all for the women to see. Their physiques were next to none; every inch was pure muscle, pounding, pulsating, muscle, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The near-naked man waved Richie beside her down, and she felt her hand being released as he moved away from her.

Eko was momentarily left alone, and then one touch on her almost bare body made the hair on the back of her neck rise, and it felt all too familiar, like an island in a boundless ocean.

The back of a hand just so happened to brush along the back of her thigh, deliberately rather than incidentally, up to the exposed skin her underwear could barely contain.

Feigning losing herself to the infectious beat blasted by the current performer, Eko slowly spun around, her eyes sneakily roaming her surroundings to catch the touchy perpetrator. She knew the signs of someone looking to cop a feel, and unfortunately for them, she was savvy to this kind of thing.

Eko was ready to put him down on his ass if he didn't back off right then.

But then, her night took an unexpected turn

To her utter delight, she found herself face to face with the mega-watt smile of a certain Commander. To his own surprise, he saw that she had arrived with Richie and followed them back here.

"Heeeyy!" Eko tried to scream over the pounding music as her hips began to sway again to the beat, goading those with idle, hungry hands.

She tempted the man to lose his self-control at the sight of her, knowing the look he gave her all too well. Taking a few steps forward, not close enough to be touching him but close enough to threaten the idea of skin-to-skin contact, she stopped at the perfect distance. Giving a few test shakes to gauge her distance, she knew he would take the bait.

And he did.

Another hand grazed her thigh, the intent clearer. Eko spun her body so that her back was facing him, and against the deafening pounding of the music, she thrust backward and 'accidentally' pushed against Matthew's body, feeling skin-to-skin contact against his chest.

Even with that extremely short contact, she felt his erection and smiled. For now, it was her chance to push this further. The gap closed enough to where even slight hip movements periodically shut the distance.

Matthew grabbed her by the arm, spinning her to face him, wanting to see every inch of the temptress that had caused him anarchy the moment she entered his life those few days back. At first, it was all games and pretending, but right here, right now, under the beat of the vigorous music, everything was changing fast, and the pace of the music quickened.

She felt his hands slap her hips, gripping them as his jaw dropped, meeting her hungry stare, as their bodies no longer shied away from one another.

Eko pushed her pelvis back into his groin, moving together in rhythm. They ran purely on instinct, drunk on the overpowering atmosphere, and their inhibitions obliterated by the high-octane and adrenaline-rushing soundtrack of the night.

"Beg me!" Eko pressed against his body, her hands against his chest as they ran up along his collarbone, grasping into his skin as she pulled her body and finally her mouth up to his ear. "You know you want to!"

Matthew pushed forward, the desire to feel as much of each other as they could evident in their actions.

"I want you to say it!" He was back in her senses, Eko felt how his hands roamed boldly, exploring the exposed skin of the woman in his arms with reckless abandon. Her body was open to travel as an empty road for the man, as she bit her lip to retain self control. 

Then his hands ventured here and there, gulping up whatever smooth, slick skin his hungry fingers could bite into.

"Beg me, Matthew, say you give in and you just want to fuck me!" Under the pounding music, she pressed her body against his, her intentions turning more risqué than moments before. He boldly cupped her breasts, and she pressed forward, moaning into his ear, "go on, you know you want to be on your knees before me." 

One of his hands slowly traced a path from her candy-clad breast, down her bare stomach, below her belly button, and towards the very edge of her shorts. Eko's insides clenched with anticipation. 

"Say it, Eko!" he demanded, fully aware of the effect he was having on her, the intensity of their proximity drowning out the surrounding music. "Go on, you're craving to be punished." The crowd pressed in around them, the rhythmic music amplifying as the heart of the song pounded around them.

Her skin trembled amidst the sea of hot, moving bodies. The blinding neon lights continued to blaze, and the pulsating music engulfed their senses as the crowd pressed closer together. This wasn't new to Eko; sometimes, a girl needed a little fun between battling sadistic monsters and trying to end an endless war with Ezra.

But, men like these were easy to come by, he wasn't anything different, and this was like all the other times. She would sedate her hunger or the moment and move on, bracing herself for the next life-spiralling, devastating event of her life.

"Tell me you want to be on your knees before me!"  Eko pushed back into his body, the desire of her voice reached his senses again. "That you want to taste how sweet I am, remember that this morning." She moaned louder, watching him buckle under her, "you want to taste every part of me, don't you," how she edged him towards oblivion in her act of defiance.

He wrapped his hand around the back of her hair, yanking her head back as their eyes locked. "Don't start what you can't finish!" he hissed, knowing she had pushed him to the end of his tether.

With a smile, the brunette goddess rose to the challenge, her fingers grasping his well-structured jawline, curling around his chin. She looked the devil in the eyes and kissed him with a force that caught Matthew off guard.

The only moment he realized what was happening to his world was when Eko had pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he opened it for her to wreak havoc on him. Instinctively Matthew grabbed her by the throat, not to choke her, but just so that he kissed her so deeply that she forgot whose air she was breathing.

Eko continued her assault against his lips, taking no prisoners. Her blood heated immediately; she wanted him badly- and the erection against her pelvis told her he wanted her all the same.

"Ship!" he almost yelled in her ear. He couldn't wait a moment longer to be with this sensual creature, nor would he be able to handle is self control with her. She had won, he knew that, and now he was going to reap the benefits of the endless dreams he had about her. 

With that, Matthew took her hand and led her away from the intoxicating music and neon lights of Escobar, back to the ship. No time to waste, no more talking, nothing could stop this moment.

Pushing their way along the sweaty, rhythm-moving crowds, the music tempo quickened at the sound of the next track. The lights pulsated faster again with each beat of the vibrating sound, Eko's hand tightening within the man's hand that guided them to their destination. 

Finally breaking free from the vigorous crowd, their bodies dripping with sweat, the cool breeze outside offered a refreshing contrast. Suddenly coming to a stop, the music no longer deafening, and passers-by too absorbed in their own world to notice them, both bodies stared at each other, trying to catch their breath.

Exhaling after the intense moment, Eko brought her fingers to her swollen lips, smirking at the nearly naked, god-like man. His physique was just a taste of what to expect once they were alone on that ship together, and she knew it would be a hell of a night once he surrendered to her, once she had him on his knees before her.

She was going to make him submit in ways he never knew he could, and those were the only words she wanted to hear right there and then. Biting her lip, she took in the sight of him one more time.

Matthew cocked half a grin.

"Are you looking me up and down then biting your lip?"

"Very much," she purred, "say you give in, and you can have me right here, right now. Any way you want. Any position, baby."  And she swore she had him, hook, line, and sinker. Eko had seen men cave before, and they looked exactly how he was looking at her, and for everything it was worth, she loved that look far better on him then anyone else.

Here's to the night ahead of them, her inner goddess cheered, and as she went to step forward, that's when there was a beeping sound from the side of Matthew's pants, and something almost changed instantly with him. His smile dropped Eko watched, and curiosity replaced his falling demeanour. Matthew grabbed the comms device and brought it forward towards him.

"Fuck, fuck?" he muttered, seemingly disbelieving of what he was reading.

With that reaction, Eko stepped next to him, reading over his shoulder at the communication device, and just like Matthew's response, the news she read clenched her beating heart into her chest.

The detailed report from Isadora's base read very clearly.

"Heartbeat detected. Moon Palace. Seraphina's Wing."

"Heartbeat?" she flung her head to the man, "w-what the fuck? Her wing?"

"Get on the ship. We're going!" Matthew commanded, rampaging into his pocket quickly and pulling out an illuminated card. He handed it to Eko as he turned on his heel, ready to run back into the crowd they had just come from.

"Eko, start the Ember-Free up. We're leaving. Fuck!"

Then he was gone in the crowds, searching for the rest of his soldiers to get out of there.

"Fuckity, fuck!" Eko muttered, because who the hell was at the moon palace in her goddamn fucken room?