When Two Rivers Meet

Chapter Two

The 5'3" women walked into the bar with their heads held high and smiles planted on their faces. They each ignored the men that looked them up and down with their bottom lips in between their teeth.

"How many of these men do you think are taken?" Ivey asked Carrie, looking around. They both took a seat at the bar.

"Probably around forty percent," Carrie said, adjusting her stool. She glanced at the people dancing on the dance floor. You could tell that some were couples and others you could tell that they had just met.

"Carrie," Ivey said, nudging her friend's shoulder.

"Yeah," Carrie smiled, turning towards Ivey. "Sorry. I was zoned out."

"Clearly," Ivey laughed. "That handsome man over there keeps looking your way, I think he may be checking you out." She grinned and turned towards the bartender. "Dirty Martini, please," she smiled, "and one for my friend here." Carrie didn't bother to argue for a different drink, she knew that Ivey would get it for her anyway.

"He's probably checking you out," Carrie laughed. "He's not even that hot." They both thanked the bartender as he handed them their beverages.
"Oh my, he's coming over here. Wait, there's more than one. Two men are walking our way." Carrie tried to ignore the men that were making their way over to them.

"Just act normal," Ivey whispered as the men approached behind them. She took another sip of her martini before winking at Carrie.

"Hello," said one of the men. He placed his hand on the small of the thin woman's back. "Mark Childers ." As he introduced himself, his friend sat on the stool next to Carrie.

"Hello, Mark," Ivey grinned seductively, "I'm Ivey." She shook his hand that he had placed in front of her.

While Ivey and Mark conversed, Carrie and the other man did the total opposite. Both were shy people and only shared a smile. Carrie awkwardly took a swig of her drink before Mike spoke up.

"I'm Mike," the man smiled, gazing into Carrie's hazel eyes, "Mike Fisher." He held out his hand for Carrie to shake.

"Ah, Mike Fisher from the Nashville Predators. I'm Carrie Underwood," the blonde responded as she shook his hand. As she made eye contact with the stranger, she noticed how perfect his crystal blue eyes were. She looked down, trying to avoid the fact that she was blushing. "I'm sorry," Carrie apologized, realizing she was still shaking his hand.

"It's perfectly fine," Mike chuckled. "You're Carrie Underwood, the phenomenal country singer." Carrie automatically fell in love with the way his teeth sparkled when he smiled.

"Yep, that's me," she nodded, giggling. She eyed his muscles that were very noticeable through his long sleeve shirt.

The two grinned at each other until Mike noticed a slow song beginning to play. People began to grab a partner and sway to the beat.
"May I have his dance?" Mike asked, holding out a hand to Carrie.

"You may," she smiled, taking the handsome man's hand.
They made their way to the center of the floor. Mike placed his hands on Carrie's waist and Carrie intertwined her fingers behind his nape.

"You look beautiful tonight," Mike hesitated as he and Carrie slowly went along with the beat. The petite woman blushed at his remark. Mike couldn't help but stare at her perfect face.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You don't look too shabby yourself." Mike let out a faint laugh. "I'm sorry I don't dance good," Carrie admitted.

"You're doing fine," Mike smiled, "I'm not the best either!" His statement elicited a giggle from the blonde.

The song ended and Mike and Carrie walked off of the dance floor, hand in hand. They returned to their seats and began to drink their beverages.

"Gross," Carrie scoffed as she caught a glimpse of Ivey and Mark making out in the corner of the bar.

"I'd like to get to know about you," Mike said, catching Carrie's attention.

"There's a lot to know about me," Carrie smirked, adjusting herself so she was facing Mike. "If I'm going to tell you about myself, we better order more drinks." She wiggled the empty glass that was located in her hand. Mike agreed and they both ordered another glass of the drink they enjoyed. "So where are you from?" She asked.

"I thought I was asking the questions!" Mike laughed.

"We both equally need to know about one another," Carrie smiled that wonderful smile of hers.

"Fair enough," Mike grinned back. "I'm from Peterborough, Canada. But I moved to Nashville six years ago. Your turn."

"Born and raised in Checotah, Oklahoma," Carrie proudly said. Mike admired the small southern accent that she had.

Each of them shot questions back and forth, not paying attention to how many drinks they were consuming. Martini after martini, Carrie and Mike laughed the night away. Before they knew it, it was three o'clock in the morning and Mark had disappeared along with Ivey.

While holding his head, Mike looked around and with a slurred speech and said, "you wanna crash at my place? I don't think either of us can rough this one out alone." Not totally sober, Carrie agrees and they call a cab to bring them home.

The cab pulls into Mikes driveway. A long cobble stone path leads to the three story log cabin fit for the finest of bachelors. The young couple walk slowly hand in hand to the front door. Carrie watches as Mike drops his keys several times before unlocking it.

"My humble abode!" Mike shouts as the two of them walk into the front hallway. Feeling quite woozy, Carrie finds her way to the couch. "Let's just take a break and leave the tour for another day," she says trying to keep her glazed eyes open. Following behind, Mike sits next to her slightly grinning at her beauty.

With the remote control in his hand, the flat screen TV turned on full blast and happens to be playing a horror movie. With every scream Carrie clung to Mike.

Once the movie ended, Carrie's grasp on Mike's shirt loosened and she turned all of her attention towards him. She couldn't wait to have him.

"You're very handsome," the drunken blonde states, her breath matching the scent of alcohol. Her hands ran along the muscular man's body.

"And you're very, very beautiful," Mike grinned, his breath smelling like Carrie's. He placed his hand on Carrie's back and pulled her onto his lap. She stared into his eyes as her wandering hands made their way up to his face. Slowly, the pair began to lean in at the same time. Both stopped once their lips were ghosting the other's.

"Just kiss me already," Carrie whispered. Mike didn't waste a second once he heard the words that rolled off of Carrie's tongue. Their lips collided and moved in perfect sync.
Carrie pressed her body up against Mike's as they continued to kiss. She allowed Mike's tongue to slip into her mouth while she saddled his waist and her long hair fell to the sides of his face as the kiss began to deepen.

"I think we should take this upstairs," Mike breathed, unlatching their lips. Carrie nodded as Mike attacked her neck. Faint moans was all that she could get out. He slipped his hands under her butt and picked her up, walking towards the stairs.
Articles of Carrie's clothing were left on the staircase as Mike walked her up, and languid kisses were being shared as they finally reached the bedroom, gently shutting the door.