A/N: Chapter edited 3-22-11. R&R

Chapter 3

He could tell she was drunk, or at least getting there. For one thing, she was speaking more boldly and very loudly. When she walked, she had a cocky swagger about her, and when she looked at him now, she would give him sly grins that gave him even more ideas. Murdoc didn't mind though, in fact, he enjoyed it. He liked that he couldn't predict the next thing to come out of her mouth. Murdoc watched her closely since they had met at the bar earlier in the night to now and he thought about giving her another drink. When it was silent, her eyes gave away everything. If nothing was being said, you could tell she was struggling with what to say next. He firmly decided that a drink would most definitely calm her nerves.

Ever since he had brought her to Kong Studios, she had revealed a few facts about herself with the encouragement of her altered state; not only was she filled with the confidence with a rooster, but she was also afraid of the dark and totally unaware of who he was. The last fact had mildly surprised him and gave a little bruise to his ego. When he tried explaining, the only thing he could give her was a popular song of his bands'. Murdoc started humming, but all he got was an inebriated giggle. "Try singing it, you're humming skills are terrible!" He scratched the back of his head, wondering if the broad was trying to give him a hard time.

To say that he had the voice of a god would be a lie, but his voice wasn't terrible. But once he did sing it, Missy said "Oh, so that's your band?" There was no fuss whatsoever. This was new to him, he was used to fan girls screaming to him on stage and throwing panties. There were many girls who would come up to him in bars and whisper things that could make him blush. Not that he did, he was too used to the world and its dark corners now.

From what he could surmise so far, she has had a beer from the bar and three tequila shots in the past hour since he brought her back to his place. At the end of his thought, Missy mindfully added, "I haven't eaten since five o'clock you know."

For now, he didn't care; a part of him thought that the longer she drank, the longer she would stay with him. A loud ring tone went off, and Missy stumbled across the room to get her purse. Half crawling, she got it and frantically tried to find her cell phone, and when she did a triumphant "Hello?" rang out into the air. Murdoc hid a smile.

"Where are you at Missy?" Felicia practically screeched into the phone. In a hushed voice, she turned around and covered her mouth. "I'm with that guy I told you about the other night. Don't worry about it." She heard Felicia sigh and say, "What are you doing now?" This was the moment that the weight of her drunkenness had caught up with her, seeing how she literally tumbled to the floor. Murdoc rushed over to her, hoping she hadn't twisted an ankle from her lack of coordination. Missy looked up at him through sleepy half lidded eyes." I'm about to kiss a rock star." She hung up the phone.

Oh sweet Satan. That was the only thing he could think of when she lifted her mouth to unexpectedly meet his. Her mouth was like fire and brimstone against his, they were smoldering and he wanted more. He was like a starving man and she was his banquet. Each kiss was more feverish than the last and his hands entwined themselves into her hair and hers went to the back of his neck.

Her hands cupped each side of his face pressing him in even closer to her. The stubble was rough like a cat's tongue and her hands moved further back and tugging lightly on his hair. He nipped at her lower lip making her gasp in surprise. In a cloudy haze she nipped at him back and leaned into him. She felt like she was on fire and slowing burning from every stroke.

She groaned into his ear, "This is ridiculous." He kissed her again. "You're still able to think?" Another kiss erupted between them. "That's not doin' yeh a bit of good, love." Her last thought sizzled into nothing with more of his fiery kisses. When they broke apart for air, Murdoc grabbed her around the middle and pressed her body against his. The sensation she gave him was like every other woman he had be with before, but he had a feeling that she would pick up on a lot of things once he showed them to her, making her an ideal lover.

She loved the feel of his body against her own. Murdoc was solid against her frame that was turning slowly into putty. He pushed her against a wall and vaguely heard a picture or a frame fall down. Their combined movements and actions seemed like too much, she wanted to explode from the anticipation.

She felt like she had no control over anything her body was doing. All she knew was that she was reacting to his actions. The world was all good and nice in her eyes. Everything was fuzzy, but pleasant. The touches seemed like they were all over her at once. She was drunk off of his sensuous hands. Missy focused her attention at the man in front of her. Feeling bold, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Murdoc raised an eyebrow, but decided to go with it. He placed his hands under her thighs, to keep her from slipping down, and he started walking to the bed. The sinewy muscle under his fingers contracted while he stroked the exposed skin. Once he had dropped her, a terrible feeling raced from Missy's stomach to her head. A realization came out her mouth as years of modesty caught up with her. "This is way too fast. We can't do this."