Well, this just keeps happening when I sit down in front of my computer...
I really should try to get a life I guess... But...
This is too stimulating!

Hope you enjoy!

A few hours later, Barbie and Stella were left alone at the couch. Alex and Thomas had both found a girl to try to hit on during this late night out… Needless to say that they mostly spent the night on the dance floor. Under normal circumstances, Barbie would have been right there beside them. Checking up any long-legged beauty that seemed willing.

But tonight that was impossible, it was hard enough to move from the couch to the toilet and back. He wouldn't even dare to think about dancing.

Stella leaned in close to him and gripped his hand. She let her fingers trace the back of his hand of his hand, before she turned it over and released his hand leaving his palm up. She then stroked his palm with her index finger, she paused every time she passed the calloused parts of his hands.

"You have good hands…" she then said as she looked back up to his eyes.

"Thank you… I guess…" Barbie was a little taken aback by the sudden compliment, he felt it was a weird thing to tell someone. He looked down at her hands, finding two delicate, feminine hands. "You have quite pretty hands yourself!"

She smiled before she hid her face by his shoulder. "Thank you! I'm sorry, I tend to just speak my mind when I'm drunk!"

Barbie smiled, he already liked Stella a whole lot. "I don't mind, I think it's kind of cute!"

Stella looked back up. Her dark caramel skin tone almost hid the fact that she blushed. She looked up at him and licked her lower lip.

Barbie leaned a bit closer, a wordless request to kiss her. She stood her ground, even leaned a bit closer. Her expression saying something like; Yes, kiss me… Kiss me now!

Barbie leaned even closer, put one hand behind her neck, and kissed her softly. Stella answered his action by cupping his face in her hands. It felt so good, it felt so right!

Barbie felt how his blood rushed through his body, he was hot with emotions he hadn't felt in a long, long time.

They pulled apart and looked at each other.

"You know, if I could… I would dance with you until they turned off the lights in this bar!"

"Oh yeah…?" she said, and planted a quick kiss on Barbie's cheek, "What else would you do…?"

Barbie couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something in her eyes made him think that if he'd been able to, you know. They would already have left this bar and headed straight for a motel room.

"I would enjoy taking you out to the lake, build up a bonfire, go skinny dipping while the water's still warm enough… Watch the stars from the bed of my truck…" he winked at her at the end.

"Only that?..."

"Probably a whole lot more… If I could…" he laughed, "If you would join in, maybe we'd test the suspension of my truck!"

Stella laughed too, "I would love that!"

Then they leaned back in and kissed each other again.

UtD

3a.m. the bar closed, and it was time to find another place to stay. It was still a couple of hours until they expected to end the party.

With a little help from Alex and Thomas, Barbie managed to get up and get his crutches. He would never have believed that four beers and five shots would hit him that hard. Medication had nothing to do with it, he hadn't taken any pills the last week anyhow. It might have been a combination of pain and a long time since the last time he even touched alcohol.

"You need any help?" the bartender asked as he saw Barbie struggling to keep his balance with the crutches.

"I think that would be a good idea."

"Have you taken any painkillers tonight?" the man asked with a worried expression.

"No, not the last week or so…"

"Good! That's"

"Dangerous, I know…" Barbie said before the man managed to complete his sentence. "I just haven't been drinking the last three months or so, due to my leg. And I was in Iraq about six months before that…"

"Oh… Well, okay, let's get you to your designated driver!"

"Great idea! Man, Great idea!" Barbie agreed as he a little drunkenly took a step with his crutches, swayed a bit, and regained his balance.

Yeah...
Any thoughts?

Should I do a 'morning after' chapter...?