"Tommmmy…" Jude slurred.
"Yeah, Jude," Tommy responded wearily, keeping his eyes on the road. His patience for a drunken Jude was endless, but he was a bit pissed at her drunken escapades.
"I drank… A… lot…, didn't I?" She looked almost proud of this, tapping her chest with her index finger while a goofy smile cut across her face.
"Yeah, Jude," he sighed.
"Tom Quincy, did… you get me drunk?" She asked incredulously, her eyes narrowing into suspicious slits. "Are you gonna…" she hiccupped "have your way with me?"
"No Jude, Ben from Buffalo got you drunk, not Tommy from Toronto. Then Ben tried to have his way with you. When he did that, I kicked his ass, and we left the club."
"Oh… Thanks Tommy…" She brushed her knuckles across his face drunkenly before slumping back into the seat, and his breath caught.
Damn, he thought, there's still time to "have my way" with her. He quickly banished these thoughts. Jude was drunk. Smashed, wasted, flying… She was gone. Tommy had reiterated the nights events two- now three times to Jude and they were only about half-way to the cottage, a short half hour away from The L (A/N: completely made up name).Jude had begged and begged and begged, and because Tommy was weak, he had agreed to take Jude to a club. It was, after all, the first night of their vacation.
Tommy's mind had quickly changed though.
His first hesitation occurred when Jude walked into the quaint living room. "I'm ready," she'd said, wearing painted-on dark jeans with a super-tight tube top obviously borrowed from Sadie.
"Jude," Tommy had gasped, "maybe you should change."
"Why?" Jude asked, looking a bit broken.
"Because if you wear that, I'll have to dress nicer." Tommy congratulated himself mentally for the save, knowing in the back of his mind exactly how weak it was. Jude swatted his arm.
"I think you look plenty nice, I'm sure the chicks will be all over you, Lil' Tommy Q," Jude said with a wink. Tommy had grimaced, and she ran out the door, him close on her heels.
His second hesitation arrived at their table with a drink from the tall, muscular looking guy by the door way, who certainly wasn't admiring Tommy's legs. Tommy stared the guy down, and he quickly turned to talk with a leggy blonde next to him. Before Jude could protest, Tommy grabbed the "Sex on the Beach" and downed it in little more than one gulp. However, just before Tommy finished, another drink arrived at the table and Jude snatched it up and winked at a guy staring at her from the bar. She mouthed thank you before blowing him a kiss and flipping Tommy the bird. How is this fair, Tommy thought, she gets drinks and I get rude hand gestures?
The third strike, as he was now thinking, occurred at about Jude's fourth drink. Tommy had tried to cut her off, but she wouldn't take no as an answer. The buyer of the drinks, who was now sitting at their table chatting it up with Jude and ignoring Tommy's angry glares, asked Jude to dance. Jude agreed, sashaying out to the dance floor with him, but not before shooting Tommy a sexy little smirk. Next thing he knew, Ben was all over Jude, his hands creeping under the waistband of her jeans as they grinded to some sexy Latino thing. Tommy saw red. Flash forward a couple minutes, a screaming Jude was over Tommy's shoulder as he drug her out of The L, leaving flashing lights, pounding music, and most importantly Ben, behind.
Jude dozed on and off the entire car trip, and was asleep as they hit the borrowed house. Tommy unbuckled Jude gently and lifted her up in his arms, walking on eggshells all the way to the front door. Superman-like powers some how allowed him to unlock the door with Jude still asleep in his arms, and he carried her up to the master bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed.
"Tommy?" she mewled, turning to face him.
"Yeah, Jude."
"Kiss me…" Tommy froze, positively froze.
"Jude…"
"Do you not… want me?" she asked, puzzled to the likes of only someone who's drank a lot.
"Jude…" This was getting harder.
"Tommy… don't leave me, lay with me tonight," she hissed urgently.
"Alright Jude," Tommy sighed and slipped under the covers with her and finally allowed himself to relish the feeling, the weight, of her in his arms. A couple minutes went by, and Tommy was convinced Jude was asleep.
"Tommy, I dressed up for you tonight," she whispered, and Tommy tensed up. "I wanted you to be the one dancing with me so bad. Tommy, I need you!"
Tommy finally had enough.
He kissed her.