A/N: A big thank you once again to my lovely readers and reviewers. SEMI-SMUT WARNING! The rating of the story has changed from T to M (however, good M-content must wait a little while to develop, my loves). Enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think :)

The look on Daiki's face when I strutted into the house alongside Riko was luckily captured by Tetsu, who somehow had his phone ready and waiting to snapshot the reaction. The party was already in swing, and Kise was the one to hurriedly shove a drink into my hand before he dragged me from Daiki and Tetsu to join him on the dance floor.

I danced with him, enjoying the fuzzy warm pit that my stomach had become, giggling like a maniac when the third cup was passed to me and I began to feel a little tipsy. Everything from thereon in became a blurry chain of events.

Somehow I was shoved into a drinking circle, where I sat with a bunch of jocks and engaged in a competition where we had to down shots in accordance to a sports trivia game that I somehow won by spouting random facts about everything I knew. By winning, I had to down five shots in a row – after that, I almost threw up, but somehow managed the old Momoi tradition of swinging drinking nausea into dancing energy.

I don't know how or when, but I seemingly convinced Midorin and Akashi to join me on the dance floor, where I somehow rid them of their shirts and made them dance on a table with me. Only after the two men had helped me off the table did I spot the 'competition' table.

I raced over to where Kise was holding competitions based on which intoxicated person retained the best physical and mental capabilities. I powered through the mental capabilities (albeit, a little slurry and most definitely too loud), and proceeded on to the physical counterpart, where I had to play several games like 'the floor is lava' and 'Dizzy bat'.

Finally it was left to me and this other highly intoxicated cheerleader – the winner was ensured a free cab ride home and a rather expensive dinner with Kise himself, and the loser was set to give someone of their choosing a lap dance back in the crowded, club-like house.

Unfortunately for me, my heels were beginning to get the better of me, and in the final round of a game where the cheerleader and I performed a rather riveting match of spinning frantically on the spot, sprinting to the opposite end of the backyard, taking a shot, spinning hurriedly again and bolting back to the starting line, I fell short of first when I accidentally ran in the wrong direction on the way back and almost scaled a fence.

Kise happily informed me that I'd have to choose someone to give a lap dance to, winking at me rather mischievously, but I blurted out the name of the only man I felt comfortable enough to give a lap dance, finding it hard not to laugh at the look on his face when Tetsu pushed him towards me. I dragged him up to the house, shoved him into a chair in the corner of the dark, crowded room, and straddled him without paying any mind to the other extremely intoxicated, wildly flailing dancers in the vicinity.

The perfect song came on just at that moment, and I shifted my weight and began to roll my hips enticingly, biting my lip as I observed him as best I could beneath lidded eyes.

"S-Satsuki-" even though I was far beyond wasted, I still remember the panic in his tone, saw the way his fists clenched at his sides to stop himself from touching me.

"Daiki," I breathed back huskily, blinking at him rather innocently, "I lost my bet…" and I continued with my hip movements, leaning forward to let my lips brush over the lobe of his ear. The way he shuddered beneath me sent a thrill up my spine and I wove my hands into his short navy locks, slowly dragging myself back and forth over him, grinning as he groaned and let his head drop forward on to my shoulder.

"Why do you do this to me?" his voice was barely above a whisper, and his hands had moved to anchor themselves on his knees.

"Do what?" my speech slurred and I was sure I reeked of alcohol, but I didn't care. For that moment, all I wanted was to feel good and to make Daiki feel good.

"You make me want you so damn bad," his whisper was almost broken, but it didn't quite register with me.

"If you want me, why don'tcha get me?" well… it sounded like I was making sense to myself.

He took in a sharp intake of breath as I applied more pressure, rolling my hips and grinding myself directly over the growing warmth at his crotch.

"Because I don't want to fuck anything up with you," his breathless confession was enough to make me pause in my ministrations, and I frowned down at him, confused.

"Whaddaya mean?"

"I mean," he sighed, letting his head fall back, "that if I make a move on you – I dunno, kiss you when you look so goddamn cute, or fuck you as hard as I can on your stupid desk, or hug you every fucking morning on the bus – I might fuck everything up. And I want to do this right, Satsuki. I want to do it right so bad."

The way… I thought about him?

I decided then, that I'd show him just how I thought about him. He levelled his head to look at me and I swooped in, capturing his lips in mine before he hand the chance to protest. When he did, placing his large, warm hands on my hips to pull me off, I only grinded harder on him, using the gap in his moan to slip my tongue into his mouth.

"You're drunk," he slurred into my mouth, but his hands were finally gripping my hips to bring my crotch to his and create delicious friction.

I huffed into his mouth, a sign for him to shut up, and continued kissing him, experimentally swirling myself over him to analyse his reactions.

"Satsuki," he was rather serious when he broke away, "I'm taking you home."

"No," my whine was rather childlike, even to my own ears, "I wanna stay here wid you."

He shook his head and somehow we were in a taxi, and I was dozing off against his arm, and he was much too gentle as he carried me out of the car and grabbed the key from under the pot plant to let us in.

"Stay," I yawned as he lowered me on to my bed.

His breath hitched in his throat and he shook his head, "No. I'll see you tomorrow, Satsuki."

"Love you, Daiki," I slurred back, halfway asleep before he'd even properly straightened up.

Pros and Cons to getting smashed at the first major university party:

PROS:

- I had a great time, and apparently made a lot of new friends

- Once out of my 'sober shell', I happened to be rather lively and said what I wanted to without much restraint

- Making out heatedly with Daiki due to my blatant show of courage (perhaps our relationship will change…?)

CONS:

- I made a lot of new friends that I can't remember

- My hangover is spectacularly horrid and according to Riko, I'd called Akashi a 'little pipsqueak of a Captain whose mama aint even gonna love if he so frowny all the goddamn time'

- Making out heatedly with Daiki due to my blatant show of courage (perhaps our relationship will change…?)

It was strange to think the whole night was a rather ugly blur aside from the rather alcohol driven moment with Daiki. I could only hope he thought I didn't remember it on the morning of Saturday's match.