The night went on and Moana got more drunk as it continued. Maui was fairly buzzed but no where near as drunk as Moana. "Let's go dance!" She said after taking a shot, slamming down the shot glass. She got up and grabbed Maui's hand, trying to pull him towards the dance floor. He followed her. She instantly started grinding on him. "Moana..." he whispered, holding back a moan. She kept grinding against he, pushing harder against him. Maui couldn't help it and let out a soft moan, his hands going to her waist, pulling her against him more. It felt amazing.
Moana turned around to face Maui and kept dancing, putting her arms around his neck. Maui slipped his hands down to her ass. He knew he shouldn't be doing this but it felt so good. He wanted to kiss her, hell, he wanted to do so much more than kiss her. Moana closes the very little space between them and kissed him. He could taste the tequila on her. She was defiantly drunk, but he wasn't exactly sober either.
The next thing Maui knew, they were at at his house, on his bed. Clothes being pulled off. Moana was under him, only in her panties while he still had boxers on. He kissed her neck, moving down to her breast. "Maui," Moana moaned. He sat up, realizing what was about to happen. He got off the bed and stood there. "Where are you going?" Moana whined sitting up. "We can't do this Mo, you're drunk. You'll regret this if we do this," he said, running his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry. I want to but not like this." Moana sat there, staring down at the bed. Maui pulled out a t-shirt and helped her into it before going to the kitchen and grabbing her some water. "Drink this and you can sleep here tonight," he said, handing her the glass. "Will you sleep with me?" she asked. "That's not a good idea. I don't trust myself," he said, pulling on some pajama pants and grabbing his hook. "Stay here." He walked outside and swung his hook, transforming into a hawk and flying off.
Moana sat in Maui's bed, upset. Why was she throwing him self at him! She barely even knew him. He was right, she was drunk. She drank the water he gave her and laid down. What was she thinking? He's like five thousand years old, not to mention he's a freaking demigod! He also was in love with her ancestor who she happened to look like. But, he was fun to hang out with and talk to. She was so confused.
Maui flew around the island a few times before going back home. He walked in and was relieved to see Moana asleep in his bed. He leaned his hook against the wall and laid on the couch. Even though he had sobered up quite an it, he wanted to climb into bed with her and just hold her. It was hard for him to separate this Moana from the one he fell for because they were almost the exact same. Same hair, same eyes, same personality. Kissing her even felt the same.
He'd only kissed the other Moana once, it was shortly after she became chief. They had gone sailing and got caught in a bad storm that almost killer her. When they got away from the storm, she was so relieved she just kissed him. Maui left once she got back to Montunui safely and didn't come back around for a couple years. By that time, Moana was married and had a 4 year old daughter and was excepting her second child. His visits became scarce after that. He's hated him self ever since.
The next morning, Moana woke up to Maui cooking in the kitchen. Her head was killing her. Maui looked over and saw Moana sitting up in the bed. "Hey, do you want some coffee?" He ask, holding up a mug. "Sure," she said quietly, wincing slightly in pain. He brought her over a mug of coffee and sat on the bed next to her and handed it to her. She sipped at it. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like I got hit by a truck. Did we?"
"No. You were drunk so we came here and I gave you something to sleep in." Maui couldn't read her face if she was relieved or not, she just sat their drinking her coffee. "Helping?" "A bit," she said, giving a small smile.
Maui stood up and went back to the kitchen, checking on something in the oven. "What are you making?" Moana said from behind him, making him jump. "Berry muffins," he said, pulling the muffin tray out, setting it on the counter, "I figured you would need some food after last night." "The demigod bakes," Moana laughed. Maui smiled, "You learn a lot when you're my age." He picked up a muffin and handed it to her. She smiled at him in thanks and took a bite. "Mmm! Okay, damn! This is really good!" "Thanks, Princess." They both froze. "Sorry, that's what I use to call the other Moana."
"Why?"
"I was just giving her a hard time and it stuck." Moana laughed, "Just to let you know, people call me Mo, if you want a nickname to call me." Maui smiled, "Good to know."
Moana looked at her phone, "Shit, I have to go back to school, classes start tomorrow and I still have stuff I need to do," she looked at Maui, "here, let me give you my number so we can try to hang out again because honestly, yesterday was aweomse and it's gonna be nice to have a friend who doesn't tell me all about the guys she has sex with." Maui laughed, "Well I defiantly won't do that." He handed her his phone and she put her number before handing it back. "Just text me and I'll have yours as well." "Will do. Do you want a ride back to your dorm?" "That would be great, let me go get changed real quick." Moana got up and walked back to the bedroom, closing the door. She got changed quickly and made her way back out to the living area. "Ready?" Maui asked. "Ready." They walked off the boat and to his car.
Hey guys
Still not at home and don't have my computer so the chapter might be a bit short. I should at least have my computer tomorrow so things will go back to normal.
Thank you for reading!
