Drugged
"Come on Mick. Join me," she whispered huskily. She gave him a seductive smile and headed up the stairs. Mick let out a breath and tried to compose himself before he headed for the stairs. He nearly collided with the banister. After negotiating around it he ran up the stairs. He found her in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Beth sat on the edge of the bed, looking ready to do anything. Mick just stood in the doorway. She beckoned him with her finger and he felt his feet moving forward until he was standing in front of her.
"We shouldn't do this, Beth," he said but she shook her head at him. She stretched her hands out and ran them up his arms until they clasped together around his neck, pulling him down to her.
"Of course we should. There's nothing stopping us," she breathed against his cheek. She leaned her body back and gave him no choice but to go with her. He found himself lying on top of her in that revealing little black dress.
"Kiss me," she begged, unclasping her hands and letting them run through his hair.
"Beth," he tried to protest but nothing more would come.
"Kiss me," she repeated, her voice more frantic this time. He wanted to give in to her request. He could feel his whole body aching to comply but he knew he couldn't go through with it. It would take them to a place that he didn't want to end up. In the end he felt her lips capture his anyways. It wasn't frantic like he thought it would be. It was slow and sensual. When they finally broke apart, Beth's cheeks were flushed.
"Take me….make me yours," she groaned, bearing her neck to him. He was breathing hard, fighting the urge to take the offering. He had let her catch him off guard with the kiss. He wouldn't let her do this to him.
"No Beth. I'm not going to do this. You're not yourself," he said as forcefully as he could. He disentangled himself from her and stood up. He looked at her, laying there, her slender body accentuated by the tight material. She stared up at him.
"Don't you want me," she asked, giving him a pout. Mick ran a hand over his face. He needed to try and sober her up. It was the only way he could avoid doing something they'd both regret. He walked back towards her.
"I do," he answered, extending a hand to her. She took it and he pulled her up, catching her in his arms. She felt so light in his arms as he walked out of the bedroom.
"What are you doing?' she sighed, tugging on her dress.
"You'll see," he whispered. He sat her down on the toilet and started the shower. She knew enough to at least take off her shoes. When she started to root for the zipper of her dress he took her hands in his and pulled her to her feet. He backed into the shower and let the cold water rain down on both of them. She writhed in his arms as the water cascaded down her body. He couldn't deny that feeling her body against his turned him on. But he needed to stay level headed.
"Mick," she moaned, thrashing about, his arms still wrapped around her middle.
"Turn me," she rasped.
"Turn me…do it," she insisted.
"No…this is just the drug," he refused. She threw her head back against his shoulder and let her soft, ivory skin tempt him. He had to close his eyes to keep from taking it in.
Finally she stopped moving. He unwrapped one hand to shut off the water. He reached down and picked her up at the knees. He carefully walked out of the bathroom and towards the stairs. Carefully he walked down and laid her on the couch. He saw her shiver and he looked around. Mick sprinted back upstairs and grabbed a shirt from one of his drawers. He returned and carefully slid the dress off while trying his best not to look. He buttoned the shirt carefully and took the dress upstairs to find a hanger. Finally he was able to sit down on the edge of the couch and look at her. She looked so peaceful as she slept.
"Goodnight, Beth," he whispered, pulling a blanket over her body.