Falling Down

Chapter 10

Disclaimer: This is fictional. It did not happen in real life. I've created it with my hyperactive imagination. Al is my property, and I created her.

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Al hadn't really hung out with Jon very much during the night. She had been spending most of her time with the women. Besides, Jon seemed pretty occupied with Renee for the last two or so hours. She was hanging all over him. Al kept trying to shake that feeling of jealousy, but she found that she was having quite a difficult time doing so.

"You keep looking over at Jon and Renee," Leighla observed, her voice low enough for on Al to hear.

She looked over at her newfound friend, as the two women were standing at the bar. "Is it that obvious?"

"I mean, I'm completely obsessed with you…in a non-creepy stalker kind of way. So, my eyes are practically glued to you," Leighla replied. "So, I see it."

"I don't know what it is. I guess after talking about him so much…I dunno…I just feel…a little jealous."

Leighla grinned. "Don't worry. I got your back. I'll take care of this," she assured her. She immediately looked over at her fiancée. They caught each other's eyes. She made some gestures with her head and gave him a series of facial expressions. Incredibly enough, Colby seemed to completely understand what she was trying to communicate with him.

"What was that?" Al questioned with a grin.

"Colby understands exactly what I'm trying to say. That's how long we've been together," she told her with a laugh.

"Oh yeah? And what'd you tell him?"

"You'll see in a minute." There was a smirk on Leighla's face. Al was pretty impressed with her, and she was happy that she had her on her side.

Colby spoke into Jon's ear. He nodded, said something to Renee, who looked like a lovesick teenaged girl, and the two men began walking over to Leighla and Al.

"Hey beautiful," Colby greeted his future wife, wrapping an arm around her.

Jon leaned onto the bar, next to Al. "Having fun?" he asked.

She grinned. "I am. And I'm not even on anything, which is a little weird…but I like it. Very much so." She stood up from leaning on the bar and faced him. He did the same.

"Are you drunk?" he inquired.

"Very buzzed but not quite drunk yet. What about you?"

"Probably on the same path as you."

"So, are you having fun?" she asked him.

"It's alright. The view I've had all night is great, so…"

Al raised an eyebrow. She wasn't sure if he was flirting with her or not. But she hoped he was. "Oh? And what view are you talking about?"

He blatantly looked her up and down, before returning his gaze back to her eyes.

A smirk formed on her lips. "Oh really? I dunno about that. You seemed to be pretty focused on the woman that you've been with all night," she shot back, though her tone was more lighthearted than jealous.

"Well, if you didn't notice, my eyes have been on your for most of the night," he replied. "You look incredible."

"Renee is very pretty, though," she commented.

"She's okay," he agreed. "But you have something different."

"A drug problem?" she shot, immediately ready to defend herself. There was some unintentional hostility laced in her words.

Jon gave her a look. "I'm pretty sure we're way passed that now. You…you're….I dunno. There's just something about you that…you're electric. I can't resist you. You're just…killing me here," he told her.

Her features softened. "Are you trying to get into my dress, Mr. Good?" she jokingly, though flirtatiously asked him.

He smirked. "Not at this exact moment," he replied.

Al rolled her eyes and leaned in closer to him, so only he could hear the words that she was about to speak, positive that she would be winning this flirtatious battle. "So, you're telling me that if we went into the bathroom together and pulled my dress up, you wouldn't have any interest in doing anything?" Her eyes burned into his.

Jon swallowed hard, finding that he was unable to reply to her, as his voice wouldn't cooperate with what his brain was telling it to do. Clearly, he would have to get her alone and have his way with her. She only made it more difficult for him to resist her. Al oozed sexuality, yet at the same time, she felt completely out of his reach.

"That's what I thought," she replied to his reaction. "You can go back to Renee, you know? I'm sure I can find someone to keep me occupied tonight. There are plenty of men around here…and there are some good looking ones."

"No. I'd much rather be here," he told her.

"Why is that?"

"I like hanging out with you," he simply told her.

"You wanna do a shot together?" Al asked him.

"Sure," he replied, unable to pull his eyes off of her.

Al easily grabbed the bartender's attention and ordered two Baby Guinness shots. He quickly made them and put them on the tab that Al had already opened.

The pair each grabbed a shot glass, clinked them together, and downed the alcohol, before placing the glasses back down onto the surface of the bar.

"I think that we need to do this more often," Al suggested.

"The last thing that I need is to make you an alcoholic. Phil would kill me," Jon pointed out.

"I'm not talking about daily drinking to get shitfaced. But we should go out once in a while. Besides, you're a lot flirtier when you're drunk."

"And you like that?" Jon asked her.

Al nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. "I love it."

Jon brought a hand onto her hip, electric shocks pulsing through his fingertips upon making contact. Al felt it on her end, too. She knew that getting involved with Jon was a really bad idea. Phil would be absolutely livid. He'd probably try to kill Jon, actually. It could potentially create drama that she didn't need. It would cause a media circus, if word ever got out, as most of her relationships did. All in all, it wasn't something that she should be engaging in. But Al didn't particularly care, at the moment. When he wasn't judging her, she liked how Jon made her feel.

"You seriously look amazing tonight," he told her.

"You mentioned that already."

"Because it's true. Every guy here is checking you out."

"I don't know about that."

"I do. You look so hot…" Jon pulled her body against his. She could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her lower abdomen.

"Oh. Is that your cell phone, or are you just happy to see me?"

He smirked at her, as she pulled back slightly from his body. "Trust me, I'm very happy to see you."

She bit her bottom lip. "Don't tempt me, Jon," she warned. Al took a sip of her fifth Amaretto and Ginger.

"I want to tempt you."

"Well, I can't do any of that here with you," she told him.

"And why not?"

"Because Renee clearly likes you a lot and throwing me in her face is a pretty dick move," Al explained.

"Look at you. Since when did you start caring about her?"

"Women talk. Since you didn't tell me that you had someone who was already trying to get you I found out elsewhere."

Jon gave her a look. "To be fair, I only realized that very, very recently."

"Uh huh." She smiled and turned her body back to the bar. Jon stepped behind her, his hands resting on the bar, on either side of her.

Al finished the rest of her drink. The bartender almost immediately brought her another one, which she graciously accepted.

She took a sip of her drink. "I see you're laying it on thick, huh?" she questioned with a self-assured smile.

Jon nodded. He leaned in closer towards her. "I wish you'd find out just how thick," he replied. She turned around, her back resting against the bar.

Al raised a challenged eyebrow at him. She wasn't going to back down, either. She brought her free hand forward and ran her hand over the sizable bulge that had been pressed against her body, moments before, giving it a quick squeeze. "That's pretty thick," she told him, as she pulled her hand away.

"I wanna go back to the hotel with you…now," he said, his breathing becoming labored, as he became significantly more aroused upon feeling her touch him.

"You're gonna have to wait, handsome," she smugly spoke.

"You have no idea how much harder you just made me," Jon warned her.

"Well, then, mission accomplished, I guess," Al shot, turning back around, sipping on her drink. Not too far away, Leighla gave Al a wink, which she returned. His hands found their way onto her body, his arms wrapping around her from behind. He held her body against his and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Al giggled. He wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore.

"You may wanna be careful. You never know who might take a picture and post it on the internet," she spoke, turning her head. Jon looked at her. Their lips were barely two inches away from each other.

The two remained still for a few moments, their eyes locked. Jon leaned in closer to bring his lips onto hers. But at the last second, Al turned her head away from him. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had wanted him to kiss her so badly. So, she wasn't even sure why she hadn't let it just happen.

Jon pulled away from Al, his hands falling from her body, to his sides. He reclaimed his former spot next to her. He was completely silent and wouldn't look at her. Al felt like an asshole. She completely rejected him during the perfect moment. She brought a hand onto his arm. But Jon ignored her. Al didn't really blame him.

Al pulled her hand away. She quickly chugged the rest of her drink. She took a deep breath and forcefully pulled Jon to face her. Al was unsure if he was angry or upset with her. But she brought her hand to the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.

The moment that their lips touched, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. The pair felt fireworks going off in each other their brains. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist. Her arms made their way around his neck.

The two finally parted from their kiss a few moments later. Jon's eyes remained focused on Al's. His arms remained around her.

"So why did you turn away from me?" he finally asked her.

"I don't know. I just…got…scared, I guess."

"So, why'd you kiss me, then?"

"Because I wanted to," she replied, her eyes focusing on the floor. Jon brought his finger underneath her chin and pulled her face up to look at him. He gave her a smile. She reciprocated the act.

"So, do you wanna get out of here now?" he asked her.

Al nodded. "Yeah." She turned to the bartender and closed out her tab, signing the small slip of paper he brought over, giving him a generous tip. The pair, then, turned to Colby and Leighla. "We're gonna go," he told them.

Both Colby and Leighla had huge grins on their faces. "Well, have fun, you two," he teased them.

"It was so great meeting you," Leighla said, as she and Al exchanged friendly kisses on their cheeks.

"We're gonna have to hang out again," Al told her.

"Definitely."

"You…don't get yourself in trouble," Colby warned Jon.

"I won't."

His friend gave him a look. "You really expect me to believe that?"

"I dunno. I'll see you later, man."

"Alright. Later."

Jon took Al's hand in his, and the two walked out of the club. They quickly got into one of the many cabs waiting outside the establishment, in an effort to discourage anyone from driving under the influence and causing an accident or getting arrested. Jon told the driver where they were staying. The driver headed back to their hotel.

"Did you have fun?" he asked Al.

She nodded but remained silent. Her eyes were stuck on Jon. She had a million thoughts running through her head, all at once.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice showing hints of concern.

"Yeah," she replied.

Jon gave her a confused look, unsure as to why she wasn't acting like her normal self. She just continued looking at him.

The driver pulled up to the front of their hotel. Jon paid him. He got out of the cab and helped Al out. He shut the door to the cab, and the two headed inside.