HOW TO BE SINGLE | SIDEMEN

EIGHT

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" eyes of honey "
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The bar was bustling with the night life of London. Full to the brim of all kind of people all looking for different things, smiling different smiles. They all swayed to the music, blaring loud and clear above it all. The room stank of alcohol, but Cora was grinning and laughing and having the time of her life as she poured drink after drink, as well as one for herself every so often.

Chris could see her from where he sat, perched at the bar with his laptop open and a video in the making. He shook his head, smiling slightly, as he watched her being challenged to a drinking race by a man from Newcastle.

Cora just grinned that grin she was famous for; told him not to cry when he lost.

Two pints were poured out. The man was confident. He put a hand on the small of her back as she stood beside him, looking up at his taller frame, and said, "There's no way you're beating me, babe."

Chris rest his chin on his hand as he watched. She was effortlessly confident in every move she made. The way she bit her lip, the way she let her eyes linger just that little bit too long on him before she closed her fingers around the pint on the table, determined.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, babe," She returned, winking at the other barmaid, who set them off on her mark.

Chris couldn't help but watch as they were set off. They gulped down their beers, the liquid running down the sides of their mouths as they pushed to beat the other. God, she even grinned as she drank. From the look in her eyes as they glimmered in the dim light of the bar, he should've known that she'd be the first to slam the glass back down on the bar.

The man wasn't far after her. They wiped the drink from their faces and laughed together, her folding into his side as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders.

Chris looked away, feeling odd for even looking for so long.

Cora looked up at him, her muddy eyes swimming golden like the beer she'd emptied down her throat. And he looked right back down at her as she stood before him now, her hands on his chest.

She couldn't help but smirk as he leant down towards her. Her cold hand slipped onto his neck. Fingertips icy, rings colder against his hot skin. She leant up, meeting his lips with a brief, tease of a kiss.

"Told you I'd win," She breathed. Alcohol on her breath, silver lacing her tongue. With her eyes of honey, she watched him as she leant her mouth to his ear and whispered, "But that's not the only game you want to play with me tonight, is it, Will?"

If he'd been sober and didn't find her so utterly alluring, he would have felt her smile against his ear. But, his mind was a blur and his mouth was on hers quicker than he could have managed to bundle out the words of agreement.

Why waste the time?

Chris shook his head slightly at the sight, but found it difficult to look away her as she lead the man away and up to, what he assumed was, her apartment atop the bar. He didn't understand it. The thrill she got from it. Why charm boys to bed just to never see them again? Did she not want something more... stable?

He certainly was not the type to sleep with whoever whenever. Been there, done that. Now, he was after something more permanent, but finding that wasn't exactly easy. In fact, it was quite the opposite. If it were as easy as Cora made chugging that pint look, he'd have been six months deep and happy in love.

But, there he sat in a bar of potential one-night-stands with his football shirt on and video editor open, untouched for all the distractions.

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He was good. The way his tongue swirled against the tender skin of her neck, the way his hands gripped her waist and his fingers dug in in just the right way. But she was better. She was devastating as she loomed over him, showing him how she'd earned her reputation.

She almost laughed at the way he moaned her name as she moved against him. She forced her lips back against his to ease the giggle.

Between the sheets, she was exactly what it said on the tin. Most knew what they were getting themselves into before they'd even seen her simply from word on the street. And she didn't care what they thought about her, not even deep down.

It brought money into her bar and warmed her bed. Satisfaction in more ways than one and--

She was snapped from her thoughts as Will flipped them over, his eyes roaming over her for a moment. She lay on her back stunned for a moment. Then she remembered who she was and licked her lips, arching her back as his fingers wandered far, far below. A raspy moan escaped her, much to his pleasure, and her fingers curled into the bed sheets.

It was going to be one hell of a night if he was actually going to look after her. Most didn't, only after their own satisfaction before jumping right out of her bed and escaping to the bar once more. So, she made the most of Will's head between her legs while she could, not caring how loudly his name flew from her lips or the way the sparks jolted her entire body into new heights.

"Fuck," She moaned, her eyes closing tight.

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I apologise, but this needed to be done for cora's character.
plus... willne had to fit in here somewhere right?