"I'll get the next ones in." Aaron announced to the table when near enough the entire table were near to finishing their current drinks. He clapped his hands down on Natasha's hips as she sat on his lap, still. The dark haired girl shifted onto the spare seat beside them and flashed Aaron a smile. "Same again?" He asked not bothered about what answer he got because was going to get the same whatever.

The table all nodded their heads as Aaron began to push his way through the busy bar. He was starting to grow increasingly uneasy as he sat with Natasha and her friends. He knew he was with Natasha, forcing himself to seem interested, to be like a normal lad but he couldn't help worrying. His head was a mess. What if anyone saw him there? He would never live it down. No matter how much he protested he was in there with a girl. It would only refuel Adam's rumours of him hitting on the young farmer after their little bump in Ryan's car. Maybe he could convince Natasha to move on in a bit, to some where else. He needed to prove to himself that Adam was just sprouting lies.

"How can I help you love?" The bar tender asked the young mechanic as he approached the bar.

"Yeah could I-."

"-Sorry love!" A curly short haired man interrupted beside Aaron. "Could I get some change for the pool table please?" He continued asking the bartender, handing her a five pound note. "Sorry." He said to Aaron, flashing him a smile.

"Nah. . . you're alright." Aaron mumbled his attention caught on the red chequered shirt the man wore.

The older man had instantly turned his attention back to the bar tender, collecting his change before disappearing into the crowd towards the pool tables.

". . . are specials are two for a quid?" The bartender asked Aaron as his gaze followed the older man through the crowd until he couldn't see him anymore. "Love? . . ."

"-What?" Aaron mumbled, shaking his head. "Nah, you're alright. Three beers, two white wines and single vodka please."

"Sure coming right up." She smiled before busying herself behind the bar.

Aaron began to search round the bar to see where the older man had disappeared to. For some reason he found himself pulled towards him. He couldn't explain why or what it was. He jumped in the air when he felt a pair of hands on his waist. Thinking it was unwanted male attention, the teen whirled round ready to tell them exactly where to go.

"Woah easy!" Natasha exclaimed, when faced with Aaron's wild gaze.

"Sorry."

"That's okay." Natasha shrugged, hoping onto a bar stool and pulling Aaron to stand between her legs. "Came over to tell you to order some shots."

"So no to give me a hand then?" Aaron teased.

"Nope." Natasha smiled. "Just shots."

Aaron rolled his eyes and waited for the bartender to finish collecting his order before asking for shots as well. He wasn't getting the next lot of rounds in, he knew that.

"Right I'm going out for a smoke." Aaron told Natasha, putting down his beer and patting his pockets for his lighter and cigarettes. "Then maybe we could make a move?" Aaron suggested in her ear as he lent over her.

Natasha smirked. "Sure."

Aaron took off outside, a little unsteady on his feet when the fresh air hit him. He knew he'd had a little too much to drink, it was Natasha she was a bad influence on him. He took his time outside, making the cigarette last before taking out another and making that one last as well. He was in no rush to get back inside. He was relieved to be out of the place for a bit. He'd walked round the side and slipped into an allyway, leaning his back against the wall as he blew out smoke from his lungs, holding it in until it burned. He was debating on whether or not to have a third or go back inside and see if Natasha was willing to move on somewhere else when the girl stepped out the club and came looking for him.

"You're taking your time!" She commented as he finished off his second.

"Sorry." Aaron said, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth instead of in her face.

"Got one for me?" Natasha asked, slipping her hands inside his leather jacket.

"Smoking's bad for you." Aaron told her, dropping his cigarette butt and grinding it into the ground with his boot.

"A lot of things are bad for you." Natasha sighed. "Come on, I'll just go say bye to the guys and finish off my drink, then maybe we could head back to mine again? That's if you don't want to go to yours?"

"Nah, nah, you're alright. Yours is closer." Aaron told her, following her back into the club.

When they got back inside, to their table, a few more had joined them, one of them being the guy who had asked for change at the bar. He sat next to James and a few other new ones, laughing about something as they sat down. The young mechanic and Natasha were forced to take up the seats next to him at the table. Aaron was hit with the older man's smile again as he looked towards them in mid laughter.

"Alright?" He greeted Aaron, still smiling.

Aaron nodded. "Alright?"

"Yeah, not bad. I'm Jackson." The older man told him.

"Aaron."

"Nice to meet you." Jackson smirked, before turning to Natasha. "This, your latest one is it?" He joked causing Aaron to glare.

"Jackson!" Natasha exclaimed good naturedly.

"What I'm only asking!" Jackson protested with a cheeky grin.

"Look, Natasha, we leaving or not?" Aaron snapped at her, feeling the most uncomfortable since he had arrived at the bar.

"Charmer isn't he?" Jackson joked as if he wasn't there.

"Who asked you?" Aaron spat at him.

"Aaron!" Natasha hissed at him. "He's only having a laugh. Come on. See you later guys." She said tugging Aaron with her.

He didn't know what came over him. But as soon as he stepped foot inside of Natasha's flat he wanted to make her know he was his. He shoved her up against the wall by the kitchen and began to bruise her lips with his mouth, pushing his body against hers. She wasn't having any of it though; she wanted to be the one in control. She whirled them both round, guiding him backwards down the hall as they continued to trail kisses along skin and tear clothes from one and other.

"Bedroom." Natasha ordered, breathily, when she managed to break away for a few seconds. "Unless you want Kate and Louella to see us."

They'd left them back at the club with the others. "Whatever." Aaron groaned fumbling behind him for the door handle at his hip.

Somewhere between the front door and the bedroom, Aaron had lost his Jacket, shirt and belt. He didn't care so much, it was just going to be harder for him to collect his things and sneak out without anyone knowing when the time came. He'd seen Natasha fling her heels across the lounge at one point on their way to her room, apart from them nothing of hers had been lost.

"Dress." Aaron grunted against her mouth they fell back onto the bed.

Natasha pushed Aaron onto his back, hooking a leg round his waist to pull herself up to straddle him. She pulled back with a smirk. Her hair was a messy dark mane round her face, as she tugged on the side zip of her dress and pulled it off over her head.

"Sorted." She growled leaning back down to pull him into a kiss before crying out in surprise as Aaron flipped them so he was on top.

"Sorted." He mimicked with a huge smirk as he ground his hips against hers.

"Wouldn't be so sure." Natasha whispered before she began to suck on a tender spot by Aaron's neck making him go weak so she could push him off and climb on top.

"Playing like that are we?" Aaron smirked, already prepared for whatever else she had planned.

Just like last time Aaron managed to sneak out before Natasha woke. When they both came down from their high, Natasha fell asleep straight away, breathing softly beside him as he stayed wide awake as ever, still wired up. He took that chance to hop out of her bed and look for his clothes, putting them on as he found them. He managed to get the last bus home and get back to Smithy Cottage before it reached three in the morning, thankful, to be getting more sleep than last time before he had to get up for work the next morning.

"You're too late. I got the last two quid out of that the other day." Paddy commented as he entered the living room to find Aaron demolishing the sofa the next morning.

"Lost my phone haven't I!" Aaron exclaimed, aggressively throwing a pillow in his hand onto the sofa.

"Well, this is the problem with these modern handsets, isn't it? They're just too small." Paddy said as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "You should have seen the size of my first one." He scrolled through his phone for Aaron's number and held it to his ear. "Right don't panic. Any minute now we'll hear that irritating ringtone. . . nah-nuh-nuh! . . . It's ringing out." Paddy said.

"It's not flaming hear is it!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Well where did you have it last?" Paddy asked.

"I dunno." Aaron snapped. "Otherwise it wouldn't be lost, would it?" He added sarcastically, hitting the palm of his hand into his forehead for emphasis before leaving through the outside door.

"Hey, tell me where you were last night and I'll give them a ring?" Paddy suggested. "See if anyone's handed it in."

"Yeah? Look if it's gone it's gone for good." Aaron said finally. He wasn't gonna have Paddy calling up where he was last night or even Natasha. He'd call round hers later and see if he'd left it there. If not he wasn't going to bother retracing his steps any further. He wasn't stepping foot back inside the last club.

"You don't know that." Paddy said after him as he continued down the village.

A/N – What do you think so far? Each update they'll be more and more of Jackson. Thank you for such great feedback so far!