A/N - Thanks for all the reviews to the last one guys. I'm glad you're all enjoying this lol. This chapter is a bit short but it keeps things rolling for now. Happy reading!
Spinning. Spinning. Everything was spinning. The sky…the stars…the ground. Was that her feet? Yes, yes it was her feet and they were walking in the most haphazard of fashions too. "Why am feet walk like a tha?" Stephanie mumbled to herself as she staggered down the sand hill. She was forced to stop and pulled up quickly for fear of puking her guts up all over the place. God, why the hell had she drunk so damn much? Oh wait, she was coming home to the biggest asshole on the face of God's green earth, that's why. Even in her drunken state she still felt that all familiar tingle shoot throughout her body. It was a mixture of pure anger, rage and complete and utter lust. She had come to terms with the fact that even though, in her mind, she wanted nothing to do with him, her body betrayed her every time they were in close proximity to one another. All this of course was before she had spent a small fortune on margaritas. Now the only thing she could think about was getting back to the house in one piece and making it up the stairs without him noticing that she was drunk off her ass. "Not that drunk," her lethargic voice carried into the wind. She was so fucking tired. The sand at her feet was looking pretty good right about now but she was almost there. Her unsteady feet took a few more steps and the sight of the small fence caused her heart to soar. Just a few more steps and she would be home.
Paul absently trailed his fingers over the small red patch on his hand. He was sporting quite the war wound from getting burned earlier on and really was starting to believe that this damn house was against him. His eyes flicked over to the clock on the mantle. It was just after midnight. She still wasn't home. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. It wasn't his place to worry. Not that he was worrying mind you. No. He was just concerned…as a friend. Well, not that he was her friend but…as her roommate. That was it. He was just a concerned roommate. After all, she had left before seven and that was over five hours ago. Any rational person would be worried…concerned… if somebody had been gone for that length of time. Besides, he was pretty sure that if anything happened to her he would never hear the end of it from either Trish or John. He made a mental note to call them tomorrow just to check in as he got to his feet and switched off the TV. Stephanie was a big girl and judging from her attitude towards him he was more than sure that she could handle herself. Flicking off the light in the living room, his big hand scratched at his bare stomach as he made for the stairs, that was, until he heard a faint scratching noise coming from the back door. His senses were instantly on high alert and he cautiously and quietly walked through the kitchen to confront any possible intruder when his body dropped and an amused smile crossed his face. "And what time do we call this, huh? Hot date keep you back?" he quipped as he gave the door a sturdy tug. He was expecting the usual tongue lashing that followed practically everything he said to her but he wasn't expecting her to fall right into his arms the second the door opened. "Woah!" He easily gathered her up and recoiled at the strong stench of alcohol on her breath. She was drunk!
"Hellooooo," Stephanie smiled sweetly up at him, her eyes completely glazed over and brain already half asleep. A heavenly smell invaded her nostrils and she inhaled deeply, even going so far as to stick her face in what she perceived to be his neck and nuzzling against it. "Hmmmmmm, smells nice."
There was a brief moment where everything stood still until Paul erupted into laughter. She was completely smashed to the point where she was actually sniffing him instead of trying to castrate him.
"Arms are so hard…but so soft…how they hard and..and soft at same time?"
Her jumbled question combined with her once again taking a sniff at his neck was just too much and Paul had to struggle to keep them both on their feet. He was literally laughing his head off but knew that if he laughed too hard he would end up dropping her. "It's quite the mystery isn't it?" he managed to get out, carefully trailing her inside the kitchen and pushing the door shut. He balanced her with one arm and locked up with the other before propping her up against his shoulder again and slowly began walking her towards the stairs. This was going to be fun. He pondered how to go about getting her up to her room when he felt her stare burning into the side of his head. Turning to face her, he felt his breath catch in his throat. Her eyes were glazed, cheeks flushed and make up slightly messy but she looked like perfection to him.
"You're so pretty," Stephanie muttered, affectionately patting his face before cuddling into his side.
Paul stood there motionless. Did she just call him pretty? Yes, she was completely piss face drunk. Shaking his head in amusement, he decided there was only one way to get her up the stairs safely. He scooped her into his arms and within seconds had lay her down on her bed. He bit back the chuckle that threatened to slip out at the loud sigh that filled the room when her head hit the pillow. She crawled up the bed and he debated whether to change her into her pyjamas or not but wisely decided not to. Things were already going to be awkward enough when she woke up in the morning, something that he was fiercely looking forward to by the way, without her waking up without her clothes on. Instead he tugged off her heels, gently removed her jacket and tucked her in before leaving the room and heading back to his own. Oh things would most definitely be interesting come the morning and as Paul climbed into his own bed he filled his mind with that thought rather than focusing on the flutter he felt in his chest when she had taken his breath away just a few moments prior.