Righto chicks, here's the next installment for your cookie jar, I hope you like :)

I seriously recommend that you listen to this song www. youtube watch?v=dqRq6qF7YgY (remove spaces) when it comes up in the story, because a) it's gorgeous and b) it will hopefully help you 'feel the mood' or whatever. Plus it's one of my favourite pieces of music, yes I do have fairly random taste in music.

I wrote this in the update of my other story, but I don't care. Did evrybosy see the Olympics opening ceremony? Was it awesome or what? I can't even name my favourite parts, because there were too many, but Hey Jude did get me a bit emotional and I actually screamed when i Saw Jo Rowling (my mum said 'who's that?' and I was just like, 'how am i related to you right now?)

Anywho, read on and enjoy the chappie.

10.00pm

So, like I said, everything was going bloody marvy and fandabby-dango, and then our Lord Sandra decided to punish me. I'm definitely turning back to Buddha and all of his wisenosity.

Anyhow, I was merrily coming out of the tart's wardrobe after topping my make-up up (haha make-up up…oh never mind). And I was cornered by Greg in the corridor.

"Hello Georgia." He said in a seductive voice.

Oh gods, resist the smouldery smoulderingness.

His crystal eyes bore into mine and he leaned towards me so that my back was pressed up against the wall.

"Uh hi." Well that wasn't too bad; at least I formed actual words.

He smirked and continued to stare at me intently.

"I should get back to Da—"

"To David? Oh I'm sure he can cope without you for a while. In fact, he looked pretty cosy with Naomi last I saw."

What? Naomi? Oh that slut! How dare she—? Wait, why am I getting jealous? Dave and I aren't even together.

So then what was that kiss about before?

Oh bloody hell, I don't know what's going on, I really need to talk to Dave. That is, if he doesn't have Naomi's tongue down his throat.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Greg shoved me against the wall and snogged me. Bloody hell, I'll get a bruise from that.

I shoved hard against his chest and he stumbled back with a furious expression that made me flinch and shrink back against the wall.

"Georgia, why won't you just accept that he doesn't want you like that?" He stepped towards me again. "And I do."

I stepped forwards and slapped him across the cheek. OW! Bugger me that hurt! My palm was stinging, but when I looked up and saw the red mark on Greg's face, it made the pain worth it.

"Listen arsehole," I spat, "maybe when I was fifteen that might have worked on me. But I'm not a teenager anymore, I don't just fall for a guy because he's hot and snogs me. And don't you dare comment on my relationship with Dave, because that is something you know absolutely nothing about and you never will." I glared at him and he actually took a step back. "So stay out of it. And stay the hell away from me."

I stormed off, leaving him looking slightly shell-shocked. I couldn't help feeling proud of myself for standing up to him. Oh haven't I grown?

Two minutes later

I re-joined the main room and searched for Dave, I couldn't see him anywhere. Damnity damn, the last thing I need is for Greg to find him and make it sound like I kissed him.

One minute later

I found Myla by the bar (free bar might I add).

"Oh hi Georgia, where did you get to?"

"Uh, I had to top up my make-up. Have you seen Dave?"

"Oh erm…" She lifted her head and scanned the room full of people. "I'm not sure; he disappeared a few minutes ago."

"Huh, hey listen, you know that guy Gre—"

I was cut off when someone poked me in the back, hard. I spun around to see a pretty blonde girl, only she was scowling. I recognised her, just before she viciously slapped me. And I swore. Loudly, I might add.

Everyone in the vicinity was now staring at me.

The girl who slapped me was Greg's date, oh bloody marvellous, he probably told her that I leapt on him.

"You fucking slut!"

Okay, maybe she was more than a date.

"Where the hell do you think you get off throwing yourself at my fiancé?"

Oh bloody shit.

"Look princess, maybe you should check your facts, because then you would realise that he kissed me."

"Oh whatever, you horrid little English skank."

Wow, and I thought this girl looked quite nice. Looks can be deceiving I guess. I was getting seriously pissed off now, not to mention embarrassed-a-mundo; the people in the immediate area were still staring at us. So, before I could humiliate myself further, I walked away.

Yep, I said it. I, Georgia Nicolson, did the mature thing and walked away before she could throw a drink in my face, or rugby tackle me to the ground.

Five minutes later

After practically barging through the mass of people to get away from Greg's crazy fiancée, I slipped out through one of the French doors and found myself standing on a patio area.

It was beautiful, small garden lights lit the edge around the patio and white fairy lights draped elegantly in the trees, intertwining with the branches. I looked up and actually saw stars dotting the black sky and, for a moment, I forgot I was in Manhattan.

I walked over to the edge of the patio where a love seat stood next to (weirdly) an old-school record player, like the one Gemma had in her room. I sat down and sighed heavily. Christ, how the bloody hell had I made such a mess? Things were going fine, and I had to mess it up with my big red-bottomosity and make a fool-of-a-took out of myself in front of Dave's work colleagues.

Two minutes later

I heard the French door I had escaped through before open and the patio lit up momentarily by the light from inside. I kept my head down, hoping whoever it was would go back inside and leave me alone, or just ignore me.

"Gee?" I looked up to see Dave walking over to me.

"Hey."

"Where did you go? I've been looking for you for ages."

"I heard you were with Naomi."

He stopped in his tracks, clearly taken aback. "And who told you that?"

I sighed. "Greg. But Dave, its fine, what right do I have to be upset? I'm sorry; I'm just tired and have had a bit of drama tonight."

He joined me on the loveseat. "So I've heard."

I looked at him quizzically.

"I talked to Myla; I heard you got bitch slapped by Leia." He frowned and cupped my cheek in his hand. "Are you okay?"

His touch sent a crackle of electricity through me. "I'm fine."

He frowned still. "Myla said something about you and Greg…?"

I took a deep breath and shifted away from him slightly, he let his hand drop into his lap.

"Greg kissed me."

Silence.

"…so I slapped him."

Dave cracked a smile, "Nice work KittyKat, I always wanted to hit that guy myself. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to do it." His voice was hard and his jaw clenched when he finished talking.

"Dave, as much as I appreciate that, it's not your responsibility to defend me."

He looked at me and I got a little lost in his eyes for a moment. "Gee," he said softly. "I want it to be my responsibility; I want to have every right to knock out any other guy who lays a finger on you. I want…I want you."

I stared at him, gobsmacked. "But…we decided…friends—"

"Fuck being friends." He took my face in his hands. "I don't want to be just friends with you Gee; it's always been more than that with us…for me at least."

But you're leaving in a week! I wanted to say, how could we possibly do this? I couldn't get my heart broken again, it hurt too much the first time we broke up.

But I didn't say any of this; instead I grabbed the front of his jacket and kissed him.

Two minutes later…or something, probably.

Bloody hell and marvy and Lord Sandra and our lady the queen's undercrackers. Dave can snog for bloody England.

And probably Hamburger-a-gogo land too.

One minute later

"So, does this mean that you feel that same way by any chance?" Dave asked after we finally broke apart.

I smiled and nodded, not trusting my voice. My breathing was still heavy and I'm betting my face was doing a pretty good impression of a tomato right now.

He grinned. "Do you want to dance?" He asked suddenly.

"There's no music."

He pointed to something behind me; I turned to see that it was the old record player. "Do you recon it works?"

"Only one way to find out." He shrugged.

He stood up and fiddled with the contraption, a few seconds later it crackled to life and music swelled, filling the garden with gorgeous music. I recognised it from Gemma's collection of old records; La Vie En Rose by Louis Armstrong.

Dave held his hand out to me and I smiled at him before taking it and allowing him to pull me up and lead me into the middle of the patio. He pulled me against him, one hand on my waist and the other holding my hand tightly, my other hand rested on his shoulder.

It was completely magical, the fairy lights twinkled and the night was peaceful and beautiful. And it completely made up for being attacked by the devil couple earlier. Dave's eyes sparkled as they stared into mine and his hands sent shivers over my body. As the music swelled, Dave spun me out and back into him, I laughed as he took me back in his arms. "Well aren't you smooth?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I was born smooth."

We were still moving to the music and he pulled me in for a kiss. It was sweet and romantic, and just the most perfect thing ever. I half expected fireworks to explode over our heads.

11.30pm

We crashed through the door of Dave's apartment, kissing frantically. I dropped my bag and threw my shoes off; Dave's jacket joined them on the floor along with his waistcoat and bow tie. We shuffled in, kissing as we went; I was attacking his shirt buttons.

"This is…mmm…this is the living room." Dave mumbled against my mouth.

"Uh huh, it's nice." I mumbled back.

"And this is the bedroom." He said, dragging me into said room and kicking the door shut before pushing me up against it.

"Thank god."

I finally managed to pull his shirt off. He attacked my neck, sucking and kissing his way down to my collarbone. My eyes rolled back into my head a little and I shoved him away from me. He frowned and couldn't help thinking how adorable and, at the same time, incredibly sexy he looked. Topless, cheeks flushed; lips bitten and red, hair messy and tousled from where my fingers had raked through it.

I flashed him a grin and undid my dress, letting it drop to the ground and land in a pool of dark material around my feet. I was left in my black lacy bra and pants.

Dave growled, yes, I do mean actually growled, and attacked me again, this time lifting me up, my legs wrapped around his waist has he carried me over to the bed, we fell down on it together, tangled up and both hungrily searching for more of each other.

Sunday 6th May 2012

Oh god, I have no idea what time.

I rolled over and found myself cuddling up to something warm…and naked. Woah.

I peeked my eyes open and saw that Dave was still asleep; I rolled away from him silently and climbed out of bed, grabbing my underwear of the floor and a faded black, Jack Daniels T-shirt with holes in off the back of a chair.

I hurried into the adjoining bathroom and had a pee before pulling the clothes on. I looked in the mirror, oh dear gott in himmel, Raccoon eyes city, population: me.

One minute later

Okay, that doesn't look so bad I guess. I've scrubbed my face clean; it's now red and a little shiny. Marvellous, I look like a P.E. teacher now. Ahh well, Dave had seen me like this before.

I brushed my teeth with his toothbrush, something that, I guess should be gross, but after what we did last night, sharing a toothbrush doesn't seem so bad.

One minute later

Dave was still asleep when I went back into his bedroom. He was sprawled out on his front, the sheets gathered around his waist. You know some guys have nice backs? All smooth and muscled and tanned. Well Dave had a back like that. Except it wasn't so perfect at the moment; it was covered in scratch marks, my scratch marks. It should have made me embarrassed probably, or a little guilty, but instead I felt sort of…turned on. I think he looked even sexier with my marks on him.

I walked back over to the bad and lay back down next to him. He stirred and opened his eyes, when he saw me, he smiled sleepily. I brushed the hair out of his face.

"Morning." He mumbled sleepily

I smiled, "Good morning."

He rolled towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Gee," He frowned, "We seem to have a big problem here."

"What?" I asked him, confused.

"You're wearing clothes." He grinned evilly and rolled me over suddenly so that I was straddling his stomach. I let out a shocked gasp. "Although this is still considerably better." He smirked at me.

"You smug bastard." But I was smiling.

His thumbs were rubbing distracting circles on my hips. I looked him over and saw that he had a love bite on his collar bone. I traced my fingers over it and he quirked an eyebrow at me.

"You're very aggressive you know, those scratches on my back will be there for a while."

I just grinned back at him.

"You're not even a little bit ashamed are you?"

"Nope."

"Well," He sat up, propping himself up on his hands and shifting me back onto his lap. "I seem to have left a mark or two as well."

I frowned, "Where?"

He lifted my shirt up and pulled it over my head before leaning back on one hand. He traced the other over my hip bone; I looked down to see a hickey there. There were a couple more on my neck and shoulders.

"Great, I look like a tramp."

He laughed, "Well you're my tramp then."

"How romantic. Does that make you the lady then?"

He grinned, "I'm the lady and you're my tramp."

Then he reached his hand up to my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

Half an hour later

Oh I do love a bit of morning sex.

One minute later

Dave and I are in his kitchen, I'm back wearing my underwear and his Jack Daniels T-shirt, he's in black pyjama bottoms.

He is currently making us breakfast as I sit on the kitchen island. Every now and then, he stops and kisses me, and then goes back to cooking.

Five minutes later

I should probably be thinking about next week, when Dave is supposed to leave, in fact we should really talk about it. But I can't bring myself to. I just want to live in the moment with Dave, and be happy while I can.

Jas would be thoroughly miffed with me.

Ah well.

Oh hum, pig's bum.

Life goes on and all that jazz.

One minute later

Besides, Dave is an exceptional snogger and a pretty good cook too.

Who thought I was gonna write a lemon? Sorry guys if you were expecting one.

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