So not convinced I'm looking forward to tomorrow night's new series, but we'll soon find out. Hope this doesn't exacerbate the pain too much! (Not sure if this should be M rated?)
Life isn't bad for you, Harry Cunningham.
You smirk, smug, as you look around the room. In the corner you spot Leo, your old friend come boss, adviser to your life and general safety net. He winks at you across his crowded living room, as he catches your eye. Your gaze moves left, your eyes filled with the image of a gorgeous blonde, sexy black dress, 5 foot 6 inches, 25 inch waist, DD cup size. Her straightened hair falls gracefully onto her back as she flicks it behind her, the mousey highlights shimmering in the light.
Your smirk increases as you look at her, think about your nights together, but your heart is nonchalant.
It doesn't last long though, it never does. Your attention is caught by a man that pisses you off for no good reason. A guy you have no excuse to hate, but love to beat. You hate how his hair falls, how he's slightly taller than you, how he's clearly been getting a lot more out of his gym membership than you. Not that you give a damn, you tell yourself. You'll never admit that it's not him that's the real problem, it's his girlfriend.
Your heart races, just a little, as you glance over at her. The butterfly print top hangs from her shoulders, sucked in by her high waisted jeans. Her loose braid tumbling down her side, her whole look can't have taken her more than 10 minutes, but she wouldn't have looked better after an hours work. It's not just you, you're sure, everyone in this room has noticed how good she's looking.
Nikki looks up and spots you staring, frowning slightly as she resumes her conversation with a pompous, older looking man. Things haven't been exactly great between you recently. The insults you've aimed at her boyfriend in recent weeks probably didn't help.
You turn back to your wine, leaning against the fireplace casually. Anna approaches you slyly, making you jump a little as her fingers rest on your hip. Her lips press against your cheek and you turn to capture them gently in your own. You half hope Nikki is looking, but you won't admit why. The kiss lasts a little longer than you would like, but you put up with it for now. Eventually, she leaves your side with a seductive smile and heads for the bathroom. Does she want you to go with her? You're unsure. You decide not to, regardless, and make your way slowly towards Leo and Janet, cursing this goddamned party as you greet countless well-wishers. You know it was certainly Janet's idea to throw a 'back together' party.
After Janet's young nephew has finished quizzing you about corpses and methane, you turn abruptly, eager now to reach Leo, but your shoulder has other ideas as it bumps roughly into the back of a tall man, spilling some of the red wine in his glass. He turns around angrily as you groan inwardly. Matt glares at you as if he thinks you've done this on purpose. A childish part of your mind suggests you probably would have done it on purpose if you were just a bit more pissed off. You put your hands up, resigned, and mutter a reluctant apology. His voice raised a little, he asks what your problem is, just loud enough that the people next to you turn around, a couple of nosey, older women with glasses at the tips of their noses pretentiously. You insist it was an accident, and turn away, but Matt has other ideas. He grabs your shoulder and pulls it back so that you're forced to face him again, and you furrow your brow defensively as you noticed his clenched fist.
Before he gets any other ideas, Leo has a hand on your chest and is bustling you away, past Mrs Robinson, who's glasses are now practically on the floor. You chance a look back and see to your delight a flustered Nikki trying to calm him down. Some sadistic part of you loves it when you get to her.
"So, enjoying the party?" You ask Leo with a smugness that he can probably see through.
"When you're not causing trouble." He's put his father voice on, and despite yourself you feel a small wave of guilt.
"It was honestly an accident, this time." You laugh.
"I'm not sure Nikki will see it that way, Harry."
You shrug, as if to show how much you don't care, but you know that it won't fool Leo. You desperately try to think of a new topic before he can scald you further, but your chain of thought is interrupted as your arm is stroked.
"What's going on, Harry?" Anna whispers sweetly into your ear. You realise she probably was waiting for you to join her upstairs, but you can plead ignorant later if she brings it up. You shake her off and reposition yourself, arm looped casually around her waist as you shrug again, mumbling about an accident and that Matt just has it in for you. Her lips find their way to yours again, and one eye sneaks open just enough to see Leo sliding back into the crowd.
As abruptly as it started, you find your kiss ending as you're dragged from Anna, another blonde clenching your arm and pulling towards the kitchen. You oblige, realising you've wound her up enough for a reaction. You probably shouldn't enjoy this so much. She looks you in the eyes as she slams the door behind you and reveals her full fury. The smirk you're trying so hard to hold back creeps onto your lips and she immediately explodes, a fountain of anger and hurt and frustration pouring from her, only interrupted by your occasional moans of 'that's not fair!' or 'oh come on!'. You put a hand on her shoulder at one point of her explosion but she brushes it off angrily, asking you if you think this is a joke. How could you possibly dislike Matt so much? She wonders, and why don't you talk to her any more? Is it because you're so busy with Anna's legs wrapped around you?
This irritates you no end, as you know full well that you stopped being so close when she started bringing Matt into her bed, the posh tosser. You probably shouldn't have said that last bit out loud, because her hands fly to her face in exasperation and she turns her back on you angrily. You're not sure quite how your severe annoyance turns into unescapable lust, but you move towards her suddenly, one hand reaching out to tuck her hair gently behind her ear and the other pulling her hand to her side and holding it against her hip. You move subconsciously, naturally towards her, lips meeting her cheek, soft kisses along her jawline and eventually hovering near her mouth. You're not waiting long. She looks to the right almost reluctantly, as if she's trying to resist. She meets your eyes as she gives herself to your kisses. Her lips part and your kiss becomes more desperate as her tongue enters you, dancing with yours. Your hand finds its way to her waist, and you tug the buttons undone, sliding your hand gently downwards. You hear her heart pick up pace and you feel yours do the same. As you touch her, her grip on your hand tightens and she lets out a little moan as you begin to rub, one that makes you thankful for your recent practice.
You're sure she doesn't know how much you want her right now, but you're too mesmerised by the little noises escaping her lips to turn her around and show her. It's not long before she begins to shudder and her teeth clench to stop her moans becoming louder.
You remove your hand slowly to hold her hip, and she starts to button her jeans back up. A strange feeling encompasses you as you watch her avoiding your eyes, and you're not sure if it's guilt, hurt, or regret filling your heart. When she's done them and straightened herself up, she turns around. You take her forearms in your hands and bend down to look at her, into the eyes embedded in her flushed cheeks. Reluctantly she meets your gaze, and the panic in them scares you. She looks away and pulls her arms from your now loosened grip, shutting the door behind her, leaving you staring at the ceiling with your hands on your head.