Blame it to Jack

Pairing- Wilhelmina Slater/ Daniel Meade

Ratings- R-18

Disclaimer- So not mine!

Okay, this is my first fic ever! So please excuse me, if there were some grammar lapses/ wrong punctuations because I am not English myself. I'm sooo into V-Dub lately that inspired me to join this Danimina community and I've been a devoted follower since then. So here's my try at writing, hope you guys like it.

'I must say I'm Impressed, Daniel.' She said smiling awkwardly, as she strides back and forth in his office.

'Err, Excuse me?'

He curled his brows in confusion. She almost smiled before grabbing a glass of whiskey sitting by itself on his office table. She quickly downed it.

'I think it's the most unselfish act considering you will sacrifice everything to save this company. It's impressive.'

She was dizzy with alcohol and everything she said sounded unintelligible. He laughs at her although; there is no humor in it. It was more of being amused to see her, hear her complimenting him instead of the usual criticism and denunciation she does to derail him. They were in his office discussing further what to do to save Mode. His Mother had gone home several hours after their close door meeting earlier, discussing about the Bail out committee discrediting their petition.

She offered to help and contribute to save Mode, Meade Publishing. After all, she's co- owner of the company or at least she's doing that for her son's future. Daniel was more than pleased, Wilhelmina Slater helping him save the company, them working together as a team instead of destroying each other. More than that, He had confided to her about Molly, which led him to offer her a drink, then another drink and another. They're on the third bottle of Jack Daniel's.

'What?' she asked, brows arched as she watches him stares at her with a stupid smile on his face.

'Nothing.' said Daniel as he pours himself another round of whiskey.

'You're still thinking about Molly?' she said in her trademark glare.

'I'm thinking about a lot of things Wilhelmina.' He sighs as he sips from his glass.

'Do you want to talk?' she is not sure what she just said and it feels like she's not about to regret it. Before she knew, she was settling on his office lounger sitting next to him.

He shook his head and emptied his glass. 'I've thought about it too much and each time it feels like I can't accept what happened.' He sighed loudly and looked at her resignedly.

Wilhelmina was loss for words, hence was not prepared to dispense any words of wisdom. She rolled her eyes instead and started pouting.

'Let's not talk about it.' Daniel suggested not waiting for her reply. Both of them wordlessly sip from their glasses.

She suddenly felt self-conscious with their awkward silence; she shifted her position and held her emptied glass at him. 'More please…'

'Its 2 am Wilhelmina.' He warns her.

'Good lord who cares.' Holding her glass she stands up to reach for the bottle of whiskey and she suddenly stumble on her feet. 'Ooops…'

Daniel abruptly slid closer, catches her. Holding her in both arms. She started chuckling as he frees her from his embrace.

'I think we should stop.' Daniel reaches for her glass. She willingly let him take it away. He walks towards his credenza and starts arranging the bottle of whiskey.

'Are my ears red? I can't tell.' she asks cupping both her ears.

Daniel peered at her and walks closer. 'A bit, yes.' He heedlessly touches her left ear and examines it.

His touch on her skin thrilled her, He caught her off guard and she squirms uneasily, causing Daniel to hold her, hands on either side of her shoulders to keep her steady. She gazed at him intently. It must be the alcohol seething in her brain, because she marveled at how cute he was. Daniel 'butt-monkey' Meade suddenly looks like a gorgeous Studly himbo. She shook her head and blink at him as the image of her Ex-boyfriend starts to form in front of her. She wanted to punish herself for being too smashed. They were in close proximity of each other. Daniel's hands still nestled in her bare arms and she couldn't be more aware of how he'd become uncomfortable. She shrugs her shoulders to free herself and the sudden movement made her dizzy.

'Uh-oh…' she walks unsteadily as she muddled her way through the door.

'Where are you going?' he asks and let out a short laugh at the sight of her struggling her way out.

'Home... I don't feel good.'

He threw back his head and giggled. 'Are you Nuts? You can't go out like that…'

She stops at the door and glance over her shoulder. 'I'm fine Daniel, I can manage.' She replied, she literally jumped when Daniel was right behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

'What the…'

'Told you, you are not going anywhere.' He steered her towards the direction of his lounger and forced her to sit.

'Stay there.'

'What are you doing? I want to go home and you are not stopping me.' She was fuming She tries to stand up but he pins her down the lounger again.

'You are tanked Wilhelmina, besides you don't feel good. I mean, if you really want to go home I can call a town car for you or a cab but who's gonna look after you in your apartment now that He, Connor's…'

'I don't need him.' She cuts him off she looks outraged now. 'Or even you to baby sit me Daniel.' She stands up and stares at him sharply.

'Come on, stay till you're sober.' He said with a genuine concern on his face.

It terrified her. 'Don't be stupid, just in case you've forgotten, I have a son now.' She mumbled.

'Fine, if you really need to go home then I'll take you home.' Daniel smirked at her and sighed in defeat.

Before Wilhelmina could open her mouth to respond, Daniel swiftly tucked an arm with hers. She was startled and began to fidget. Both still feeling hazy, they stumbled on their feet. Daniel uses all his weight to keep from being off balance. His arms wrapped around her hips. He couldn't help but stare at her in disbelief. They stood there holding each other and Wilhelmina felt strange at how their linked arms felt so good. She shakes her head and sighs loudly. 'Are you just going to stare at me or what?' she exclaimed.

Within seconds, Daniel's hands flew and retreated on his side. 'I, I'll just get my keys.'

She positions herself on the side next to the driver's seat of his Porsche GT2. Daniel gets in the car and starts the engine. Still boozed up and a bit tipsy, she eyed the interiors of the luxury sports car.

'You know, I bet this can go aide us with our finances. It costs a fortune.' She suggested.

'Yeah, I know this too has to go.' He uttered trying to smile, evidently still feeling the tension of their awkward incident moments ago. A strange feeling is building up in him. Like a knot throbbing in his stomach. This could be the most unthinkable misadventure of his life. Wilhelmina Slater, whom he loathes the most in his lifetime, they almost…

No, no, no… sure He is lonely and needs a little company but with her?

20 minutes later, Daniel stops at her apartment. All worries had vanished as He watches her contently dozing off on her seat. She was acting all crazy during the ride and it amuses him. He uses his shoulder to shake her awake.

'Hey, wake up.'

She opened her eyes and smiled dryly. Eyes were blinking, trying to adjust herself with the jabbing pain of her hang over. 'Oh' she complains.

'You, okay?' he asked and once again she saw a genuinely- concerned look on Daniel's face. Once more, she was terrified. She closes her eyes, hoping the thoughts would go away. As her green-colored pupils met his, she lost it all. He is all she could see, feel and the warmth of his breath mixing with her is intoxicating her even more.

Absent-mindedly, she unbuckles his seatbelt and speaks. 'You know, I hate you Daniel Meade.' Seconds later, she was kissing him. Gently at first, soft and slow, delighting at the flavor of liquor on his lips. She felt him pushing her and they shortly stop and look at each other. Fear flashes across his face. She wanted to smile at the thought of it; her lips slightly parted and she frowns at him. Is he going to elude her? Yet, he took her by surprise.