The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: wood
Pen name: LightStarDusting
Pairing: Jessica/Mike
Rating: M
100 word drabble
I dance up the stairs, dragging him along, bottle of Jack in hand.
We do shot after shot. The amber liquid burns at first, but after a while, neither of us are feeling any pain. I keep attempting to climb into his lap, trying to press our lips together.
"No. Too drunk. Shouldn't be like it," he mumbles.
My shirt comes off and then my bra. His mouth is all over my boobs, of his own choosing. Before it's really begun, it's over.
"Shit! We can't do this!"
He stands, erection visible through his jeans. And runs from the room.