ERAGON
Clubbing, clubbing, clubbing! That's all we seem to do in our free time, and I'm completely and utterly sick of it! It's just so repetitive! Honestly, you would have thought students would be more creative with their free time than they actually are.
Saphira comes round and 'dresses' me - like some kind of doll - then we go to the club and meet up with Thorn, Murtagh, Arya and her girlfriend Nasuada. Saphira and Thorn - along with Arya and Nasuada - go off to dance, which leaves Murtagh and me behind - the only ones who are single.
We both go to the bar, me ordering beer and him ordering half a dozen shots of vodka. His higher levels of tolerance just make me jealous, and to top it off he doesn't even get hangovers. After downing them, he goes off to grind against a random guy - he's currently in a liking guys only streak - leaving me by myself. Which is what I'm doing now. Drinking my third - or was it fourth? - Beer and not paying much attention to what is around me. Let's face it: why would I? None of my friends are anywhere nearby so I have no reason to.
I start with a squeak when a hand grabs onto my thigh and a slurred voice says; "You're looking kinda lonely there, kid, so I'm thinking we should have a little fun..." He trails off in what he thinks is a seductive manner, but it's really not.
Since Matt, I am infinitely more suspicious of guys that try to chat you up at the bar. They don't seem to be able to understand the word 'no'.
"No thanks." I say, brushing away his wandering hand. Apparently he is one of those people who can't understand it. His face turns even more red with anger than the alcohol had already made it.
"Now look here, kid-"
Oh, thank you, karma! I manage to make eye contact with Murtagh, hoping that he could tell by my face that I needed help. He came over, though thankfully not with the guy he had just been grinding, that would have been embarrassing. Not that either Murtagh or the nameless guy looked too bothered that they had stopped. In fact the other guy just turned around to dance with someone else.
"Did I just see you hitting on my boyfriend?" The relief upon seeing Murtagh saunter up evaporated, quickly turning into resent and confusion; why is he talking about me like that? I have never seen Murtagh acting so territorial before, but it's nice that he's standing up for me. The look of sheer malice on his face is creeping me out, so that guy should be scared, right? Wrong.
"What're you gonna do to me if I was?" I can't quite say how he's acting, but it seems cocky, almost flirty. Damn, he must be desperate. Murtagh just rolls his eyes and punched him in the jaw.
"That is what I'm going to do. C'mon." He grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to the dance floor, right into the middle of the throng of dancing bodies. If that can be called dancing, it looks more akin to dry humping to me. The lack of space forces me to press right up against him once he stops, once we're out of view of the bar. It's making me uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
After a while he leans I'm and yells to be heard over the loud music, "Are you alright? He didn't do anything, did he?" I shake my head into his chest, not quite trusting myself to speak - or even look at him after that display of possessiveness. No, I remind myself, he was just looking out for me.
He seems satisfied with this, and quite content to sway us awkwardly to the music. But I still have something to say.
"Thanks! For what you did, I mean." He grins and I realize how much better it looks than that smirk he always seems to wear. "No problem. Now turn around so we can dance properly!" I pointedly ignore the deja vu, reminding myself that this is Murtagh and he is my friend, not looking for other things.
The strange thing is that I don't seem to mind the physical contact, the grinding against my arse or the incredibly slutty dancing we're doing. Wait, slutty? I swear I think like a girl way too much than is completely necessary when I've had a drink or two.
MURTAGH
Trust me; I had no idea how arousing it would be, dancing with Eragon like that. It was incredibly difficult to not get hard while grinding his arse. Though I am sure if I had, it would've ended badly, either that or we could've gone back to his...Jesus Christ, I need to get a grip! You already know he's off limits, so just drop it, okay?
Not okay. Not after feeling that lithe body moving beneath my hands. I loved the feel of it - not as skinny as it was a couple of weeks back, but not as muscled as it had been before the Matt incident (yes I was perving, got a problem with that?).
Though to be fair, I'd love him regardless of how he looks. The fact that he is so damn sexy is just a bonus.
