one night

rough night.

He had her hand in his, the other carrying the glass bottle of tequila.

Both of them laughing as they weaved in and out of buses and she whispered "Where are we going!?"

He smiled then, "Trying to find the bus my love."

She giggled, pulling his hand back at that, "You lost it?"

He smiled, stopping and pulled her close "didn't lose it." bending down to press his lips to hers, he backed her against one of the buses, a drunken grin spreading on her face as he kissed her again and again.

Wrapping her arms around his neck she laughed as he trailed his lips to her jaw "Always fuckin' laughin'" he commented, no hint of anger, if anything amusement.

"I'm ticklish." Grabbing his hand she pulled him along "In more places than one."

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Finally finding the bus, he opened the door, letting her step inside, following after her. Once the door was firmly shut he backed her up, kissing her deep against it.

"You're gonna make my lips swell." She whispered in between kisses, a smirk finding it's way on his lips that had her roll her eyes and pull him down for another heated kiss.

The two tumbled across the stairs, up and finding purchase on the couch he nipped at her jaw, knowing they couldn't do that here. Not when his band mates and friends could come in any second.

He might not know the girl well but he wouldn't fuck out in the open.

"C'mon, in the back. A bed, it's better." Holding out a hand she frowned, unamused at the prospect of moving and he smiled.

Shutting the door behind them, she smiled and tried pulling at his shirt, trying desperately to pull it off between kissing.

"Why'd you ever put it back on?" She demanded, grin curving her face as he gripped the side of her cheek a bit roughly before knocking the air out of her lungs with a kiss.

A blush stained her cheeks as he pulled the shirt up and over his head in one go, throwing it halfhazardly somewhere in the darkened room.

She moaned against his lips as his hands ran her dress up her thighs, desperate to get it off.

In the darkness of the back room, it was only the feeling his lips on her throat and his hands smoothing over her back, warm and cold from the drinks all at once.

Grabbing his belt she laughed as he swore under his breath and opening her mouth, ready to give a sharp comment she gasped as his hands slipped under her panty line.

"Trying to get even then." Kissing the corner of his mouth she ran a hand along the front of his jeans with a grin as his eyes grew darker.

"You're a-"

"I know." Laughing she kicked off her heeled boots, watching him pull off his pants.

Her bra had managed to stay on through the deep kisses and goading but she bit a smile as his hands just couldn't manage the clasp.

"Fighting with the bra?" She questioned, laughs falling from her lips as she saw his eyes fall to hers, cheeks red even in the moonlight.

"Bloody fuckin' thing just wo-"

"Let me." She said, and pulling it off in one go she laughed against his bare shoulder at his look of embarrassment.

For a minute they were just laughing, him silently into her hair while she laughed against his shoulder.