A/N - Could really suit Any Ship
Mature
She was quick to take up his invitation as she stumbled out of the yellow taxi into his arms holding her steady. How stupid they both looked staggering to his door they didn't care. The sight of two drunks unable to walk a straight line or even stay upright, clinging to each other for support was almost laughable but the late hour left no one around to notice.
He shuts the door with a little more 'oompft' than necessary and she giggles at the smug look on his face. "Nice Place" she says as she walks casually towards the kitchen and then he's there, her body pressed between his own and the wall, his lips on hers, her fingers trailing through his hair as his hands find their way under her shirt.
She's lost in the feeling of his hands and lips on her skin as their hips grind together in and out of in dance and all too soon its over as he pulls away. Remembering who they are and the reason why they shouldn't be doing this.
But she doesn't want to remember. Not tonight. "I'll get some coffee" he stammers. She grabs his arm as he moves past her and spins him to face her. "I don't want any damn coffee" and then her lips are on his again, her body pressed tight against him, his need evident by the bulge in his jeans.
"We can't" he breathes. "We can" she counters as she undoes his fly and destroys all rational thought.
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