"Fucker still hasn't given my Gameboy back." Juice had just finished his less than lively tale of a Las Vegas Son who wanted to borrow his Gameboy Color and has yet to return it. Leigh smiled at the man who was waiting for some kind of reaction. He had been topping off her Kahlua and finally convinced her to abandon it for a bottle of beer. By now, Leigh was a little too drunk to care what the alcohol in her hand tasted like- instead, her mind was engrossed in none other than the male in front of her, looking slightly gyped out of a typical geek reaction. If Leigh was sober, she would have been happy to oblige him with a similar tale of lost hand held games but she had too much alcohol in her system, mixing with the warmth that was already present.

Her riddled mind made it difficult to string thoughts together the way they normally did: with extreme swiftness. The loud music amplified the effects of the booze and finally!

Wait a minute. She remembered why she was so warm before the drinking.

Juice.

Her mind didn't need much more. Her eyes took him in again, using memory of his previous kisses and touches and her current eye contact with him as accelerant.

There was a fire raging somewhere in her chest and Leigh couldn't quite put her finger on just why there was such warmth.

"Oof!" A light noise came out of Juice and the only reason she heard it over her mental conversation and loud music was because of the proximity of his mouth.

Oh, that's right. Leigh's mind was finally wrapped around why her belly was so warm.

Her lips had connected with his, her free hand on the back of his neck, her beer being set down on the counter next to them so her hands could meet behind his head.

Juice quickly regained his mind and his beer soon joined hers. His hands journeyed their separate ways, one was tangled in her hair- the other on her lower back. His left hand used its convenient position to pull her in closer to him, the hand bringing in her lower extremities first. It felt like tiny explosions were going off in her brain, more specifically, her pleasure center. The heat from his body seemed to scorch her front but she wasn't complaining.

Their kiss deepened and Juice channeled his inner alpha male and made Leigh's mouth succumb to his ministrations. His mouth left hers and trailed hot kisses down her neck and across her exposed collarbone. Leigh felt herself let go of a quiet moan and quickly brought Juice to eye-level again. Locking lips, her mind was still not sober enough to process the fact that they were making out in the middle of the clubhouse. But then again, her sober mind would have observed the multitudes of people having sex in the clubhouse as well.

Juice tried for dominance again and Leigh squashed his attempt by nibbling on his lower lip delicately, but with enough force and erotic promise that made his hips quickly buck against hers. They parted and Leigh managed to speak before him.

"Bedroom."

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"Oh jesus fucking christ." Leigh said, sitting up slightly and grabbing her head.

Juice lay next to her, propped up on one elbow, rubbing her bare back with his free hand.

"When's the last time you drank, Leigh?"

A groan was his only answer. A rueful smile danced across his lips and he rubbed the back of his mohawk before pulling Leigh down to lay next to him.

She was on her side, facing him and Juice knew he could not have picked a better woman. Not only has she constantly rocked his mind. Well, she rocked other organs just as skillfully.

Her eyes were still kind of clouded from waking up with a hangover but Juice couldn't help but stereotypically get lost in them. They were the type of blue that reminded him of when the road was so long the sky met the top of the pavement and seemed to melt together.

"Is there something on my face?" Leigh's hands rose and wiped her face throughly and Juice chuckled deeply and pulled her hands away from her face and drew her body in close to his. He rolled onto his back and she molded against his side, resting her head on his naked chest, an arm flung over his waist, almost dangerously low.

"Well last night was fun." Her voice tickled its way across his skin and he couldn't help but chuckle again.
"Surprised you remember it."
"You were fully prepared to take advance of a drunk girl. Party foul, Juice."
"You wanted me." Juice's response was met with silence and he couldn't help but add, "Case closed."

They both shared a laugh at his words and fell into a comfortable silence, Juice's hand still tracing circles on her back, brushing low.

"When did you get these back on?" Juice snapped the band of her panties when his hand found them on.

"After you fell asleep. Sleeping without underwear- I can't do it, man." Leigh shivered as Juice ran two fingers lightly up her spine.

"I'll have to break that habit." Juice spoke, staring up at the ceiling with a smile on his face when he felt the smile stretch hers.

"Oh really now?"

"Do I need to explain all the very graphic ways I'll be able to?"

Leigh furrowed her brows against her raging headache and replied, "No, not really. Let's save that for another time. My head is killin' me."

"Sounds like you need a Doctor." Juice rumbled and Leigh's eyebrows shot up. Without moving from her spot she asked calmly, "Did you just..Did you just quote Doctor Who?"

"You started it." Leigh rose from her position and leaned over the man, hands on either side of his shoulders.

"Congratulations, you've finally reached god tier nerdiness." Juice's smile matched hers, wide and cheerful. He met someone who understood him. Leigh liked him for..well, him. It wasn't about his bike or his position or his club. Her hand lightly stroked his mohawk and he smiled wider. She understood him- was just as painfully geeky as himself, she didn't judge him for the time he spent behind his screen or how low on the club pecking order he was. She liked him for all of the reasons he couldn't find a steady old lady- he just wasn't like the rest of the guys. He was different, and he knew it.

"Be my Rose, Leigh?"

His answer came in the form of a light kiss on his nose, then a more steamy one between their lips. He rolled her over and nudged under her jaw, kissing along her neck and finding the sensitive spot where the neck meets the shoulder and teased it.

"Oh Doctor!" She chuckled, squirming underneath his attention.

A/N: I know, I suck major balls. I'm so so so so sorry for this taking so long. I was caught up in Harry Potter madness and could not find the motivation to write. ):

So I gift you with almost-sexy time. I checked and saw I rated this story T so I was like, "Nah, they won't get a sex scene."
And frankly, I'm terrible at writing them SO YOU SHOULD THANK ME.

Anyway, there are no excuses blah blah blah I suck BUT I STILL LOVE YOU!

Please to be commenting and making me glow with happiness?