It's Saturday, it's party night, at least for all your friends. You find yourself at home, alone, which is the same as always with a two liter of mountain dew and popcorn while you watch sci-fi movies. You're a twenty-two year old, pale as a ghost and this is the extent to your social life.
Well, that's what you thought until your phone rang.
"Get up and get dressed. Well be at your house in, oh, fifteen minutes tops." There was laughing in the background, your friends were already in route, in the car, were they serious? "We will drag you out of the house in what you're wearing, I don't care if they are those bright orange boxers you always wear around the house." Oh good, now everyone knew your choice in pajamas.
You laugh and hang up the phone, they can't be serious, right? You lean back on the couch and continue watching your movie, that's until you hear the revving of an engine, music blaring; You decide to peak outside. "SHIT! It's them!"
You couldn't believe it, maybe you could, but it didn't matter as you scrambled to find something decent to wear; something that involved black leggings, knee high combat boots and a short, cleavage revealing dress. Oh, your friends were going to love this, but it's what you had around, and secretly you liked looking cute.
Now you're at the bar, you call it that because it's too small to be a club, but it's relatively new so the place is packed, drinks are cheap and the food is great. You take your seat at the counter, ordering a shot of whisky because you honestly hated being out in public. You always thought people were judging you because of your pale skin and black hair, and you were the type that was far to paranoid for this kind of scene.
A few drinks later, whether you bought them or were doing shots with your friends, you were feeling good, your demeanor had changed and suddenly you were feeling like you could take on the world. That was when he popped down beside you, older, and probably Justas drunk as you were, you were fascinated with his blue eyes were looking through you as searched for the bar tender, and that subtle on his cheek, he was attractive.
"Two scotches."
The man said with a smirk and you looked away, so he was with a friend too. Of course he was, he was an attractive, older man. If he did see you, you were nothing more than a kid in his eyes. So you thought until the scotch was pushed in front of you.
"Didn't mean to stare."
He looked at you, and tipped his head before raising his glass.
"Too curses and doing things we don't want too."
He was still smirking, could he possibly tell you didn't want to be here? How did he know you weren't trying to pickup guys or girls by playing the I'm here all alone and lonely card? Just because you had not seen him until now, did not mean he hadn't seen you and your friends.
"What the hell." You grinned. "Cheers!"
Hours had to have gone by, you weren't far from your house and your friends had long since gone. You weren't sure if they forgot about you or if you waved them off.
"I should go."
You managed to breathe out right before falling off your stool, he tried to catch you but you only took him down with you.
You two laughed for a good minute before realizing he was on top of you and you were planting a hard kiss on his lips, the stubble scratching you but it felt good.
"M-my place, it's n-not far."
You sputtered out. Sex wasn't your thing but drinking made you hot to begin with and him on top of you, you suddenly needed him.
"Right."
He grinned again, using the stools to get up and then grabbing your hands and yanking you up.
Your wrapped an arm around his waist and he pulled you against his chest as he kept you close and the two of your stumbled out of the place, clearly there were eyes on the both of you, but it made you feel more bold, and you were proud of yourself all of a sudden. This was so out of your comfort zone it was obnoxious, how could you not be proud?
You don't know how you managed to get home but you did, and once the two of you were through the door, you were on your tiptoes trying to kiss him more and more as he held your face in his hands and led you to the first thing he could see, the couch.
He fell back on it, bring you down on top of him, and adjusting you so he was between your thighs and the two of you began grinding into one another as your tongues clashed.
It wasn't long before you were yanking off shirts, and kissing down shoulders, and chests, biting and sucking at necks and collar bones, hands moving to pants and soon you two found yourself together, it was the ecstasy you wanted.
Light filtered in through the windows, the tv was still on and you only blinked a few times before you felt lips against your forhead and then you realized you had fallen asleep after your exploits last night and you had slept well.
"I'm Ryan, Ryan Hardy." The man purred, his voice was seductive and you weren't sure if he had enjoyed last night as much as you or he was groggy.
"Hi Ryan." You smiled, and you were sure your cheeks flushed bright red. "I'm Mirra."
"Pleasure… and so was last night."
That's it, you were gone, but he spoke again.
"Breakfast?"
"I'd love too."