A/N: Lately all I've been thinking about is writing a bomb Ked scene ;) Well, it finally came to me... so enjoy! xx Mariah

Ages:

Ned —21
Toby — 20
Brandon — 19
Katie — 18
Hannah — 18

That new damn Rihanna song was playing for what seemed like the twelfth time and Katie had only been at the party for an hour, maybe two if she'd really lost her sense of time. If that was any indication of how her night was going to go, she was ready to grab Hannah and escape now.

But Hannah was already across the room, talking to three other girls and Brandon, who was lurking behind with two drinks in his hands. Hannah's eyes caught hers and she cocked her head to the side at her. She even watched her type out a text and felt her phone vibrate.

Are you okay?

Katie shrugged and finished her drink, moving around to go find herself another. She was so sick of being the girl that didn't have any fun. She always played by the rules, did the responsible thing.

Maybe it was time for a little fun? It was St. Patty's day, why not have some fun?

Hannah always looked like she was actually having fun, so Katie knew she shouldn't bother her. She needed to force her attention elsewhere. She should've never agreed to come to this some stupid frat party without Ned. He convinced her to go, reluctantly. He would've come if he didn't swear himself to sobriety for his police training.

She meandered around the large living room for a bit, then snuck down the hallway, killing some time by studying the various plaques adorning the walls. She contemplated using the bathroom, but then she remembered how gross college guys could be.

"Katie," Toby purred, stepping behind her to wrap his arm around her middle. He pulled her back against his chest and nuzzled her hair with his nose. "C'mon, don't you want to spend some time with me?"

She spun around in his arms and pushed him back into the wall to get away from him. "Don't touch me," she warned Toby.

He laughed and shook his head. "Is it too much of me to ask to have fun with my girlfriend?" He asked as he tried to pull her back to him, but she shoved him away again.

"I haven't been your girlfriend since November you disgusting freak of nature," she sneered and he grabbed her wrists and placed her hands above her head. "Toby, stop it. Let me go."

"It's only March, we can still... rekindle what we had, can't we? Just let me remind you of what fun we had..." Toby pleaded as he tightened his grip on her wrist and waist. She could feel the bruises that would be there in the morning. He kissed her neck, grinding against her. "Don't you miss having a live-in boyfriend? I was there every day for you."

She gathered all of the strength she had to shove him away and move into the other room. "I am completely content with my life without you," she insisted to him again. "I am very happy with Ned."

"For how long?" He replied drunkenly.

"We're happy," she insisted firmly. "Now go away."

"I'll be here when he gets tired of driving," he said, leaning against the wall next to her. "Just give me a call or knock on my door babe." He pushed off the wall and she watched him head back into the main living area, grabbing the ass of four girls on his way.

The Toby she remembered would never want to come to a frat party, he mocked such frivolous things. He didn't see the point in them, but that Toby existed five months of college ago.

This Toby would be graduating spring, earning a shiny, expensive degree that would open all the doors for him. This Toby needed to blow off steam, and he wanted to do it with frat boys, drinking and finding himself in a new bed each morning for his last few months of college.

But she had Ned now and he was waiting for her back at the apartment.

She strolled into the kitchen, which was decidedly abandoned save for a few guys. Most of the party-goers were raging hard outside, and many of the others were hanging out in the main living area. So she took a seat at the island in the center of the room and then went for the nearest keg, pouring herself a red solo cup of whatever green alcohol this was.

A few drinks wouldn't kill her, would it?

Ned walked down the street, looking at the address on his phone while looking at the house numbers. It had to be here somewhere. He could hear the music for blocks, along with all of the cars that had been parked.

Then he saw it, a large yellow house overflowing with drunk college students. Frat party.

"Oh Ned, thank God," Hannah muttered. "I'm so glad you came. I know it's late and I said I'd handle her..."

"But Katie can be a hassle when she's drunk?" He laughed as he stuffed his phone into his jacket pocket quickly. "Where is she?"

"In here," Hannah pulled him up the steps and he walked through the hallway of drunken make-out sessions. "She's destroying them at beer pong."

"And that's out of control? She's having fun. I remember playing her first game with her," he shrugged, watching his girlfriend toss a ping pong into a cup with ease. Just like she had the first time. "She's always been a beast."

"Ned!" She squealed as the other man drank the cup as ordered. "I quit as the reigning champ since my boyfriend is here." She ran to him, forgetting her shoes near the table and swinging herself up into his arms. "You're here!"

"I am," he replied as he caught her and then took her shoes from Hannah. "Did you have fun?"

Katie was definitely drunk. She was very touchy, her breath hot against his face as she looked at him and apparently very horny. "So much fun, but I missed you," she gasped. "Oh God, I missed you."

"I missed you too, but knock that off for a second. Just until we get in the car" he grunted, feeling her suck on his neck. "So I can get you home."

"Yes, fine," she purred, pouting her lips and then nibbling on his ear. "Please bring me home Ned Banks."

He laughed and pushed her up and over his shoulder, not that she minded, and brought her out of the house. She giggled and smacked his ass while he walked through the damp spring grass, almost having to jump over two passed out shirtless pledges.

Oh, these were the days he was so glad he hadn't entered a fraternity.

"Stop that," he muttered as she slapped his ass again.

"Make me," she squealed as he placed her on her feet, fixing pulling down her hiked up top, almost letting himself admire the toned muscles that adorned her flat stomach.

"Katie," he warned, his muscles tensing as he pulled her by her rear, his grip almost intoxicating.

She keened against him, a small rush of air escaping her throat as they stared at each other. The need of her lust was aggravating. She hadn't realized how much she'd wanted him before tonight. How much she'd missed his hands on her, eyes finding every inch of her skin and basking in it.

"I dare you," she breathed, stepping closer to him. "We both know exactly what you want right now." She grabbed his crotch as he led her toward his car. "And I want it too."

"Katie," he warned, his voice a near whine when she palmed him through his jeans.

"Ned," she purred in his ear, teetering precariously on her toes as he slowly brought her to his truck, leaning her up against the door. His resolve weakened, and he indulged her for a brief moment, reveling in the way she was almost able to ease his zipper down before he pried her hand away and frantically jimmied the handle on the passenger door. "Baby..."

"Damn door," he cursed, avoiding her glance. "It's always getting stuck."

She pulled him back toward her, folding herself in his arms and tilting her face up to kiss his neck.

"I wanna have sex with you," she murmured, and he chuckled uncomfortably, resting his hands on her hips.

"Okay, well, we'll be back to the apartment soon. Just hold on–" He said as he got the door open.

"No, right now. In your truck," she demanded, licking a wet trail from his collarbone to his ear lobe.

"We can't–" He whimpered, faltering as he thrust against her involuntarily, then he shook his head.

"Yes, we can," she replied.

He wanted to. God, he wanted her so bad, his own arousal making him heady and careless. He wasn't concerned about the public factor, no concerns whatsoever about the drunk college kids. What he wanted was to bring her home, make sure she didn't puke in the cab of his truck, and then maybe talk about some action.

"We shouldn't Katie," he told her. "Let's just get home."

"Ned," she whined, pouting at him. Her eyes were dazed, happy, yet sad because he didn't want to get it on with her right now. "Please?"

Damn it all.

He shut the passenger door and then pushed her up against the back wall, hungrily claiming her mouth with his own. She moaned around his tongue and fumbled with his belt, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them down at her sides.

"No," he breathed heavily, kissing her neck. He lapped his tongue against her skin and she moaned, the vibrations feeling orgasmic against his mouth. "You're gonna have to wait until we get back home for that."

"Ned–" She whimpered pleadingly, palming him through his pants. "Please…"

"I'll make the wait worth it," he kissed her again and slid his hand under her dress between her thighs, hastily pressing his fingers against the damp crotch of her panties. She gasped into his mouth, jerking against his hand as he rubbed her teasingly over the satiny material, then he nudged her panties aside and dragged his fingers against her. "You are wet," he mused huskily. "Let's see if I can't make you come before someone pukes off that balcony."

He punctuated his words by pumping his fingers inside her, dipping into her slick heat before dragging his fingers up to her center.

She groaned loudly, her head thudding against the window and he latched his mouth onto the creamy skin of her neck. His fingers worked quickly, rubbing firm circles against her the way he liked it. He knew this would be a challenge to get her off, considering how drunk she was, but he was determined to do this.

She couldn't stifle her gasp quickly enough before she buried her face against his shoulder, gripping his arms tightly. Her muffled mewls were barely audible with the overbearing music coming from the house.

He smirked, pressing his fingers harder against her. She yelped into his shirt, completely oblivious to her surroundings. Her brain fizzed and she couldn't even think as her body writhed, her hips rocking against his hand. He could decipher his name in her suppressed moans at some point as his hand began cramping, but he gritted his teeth. She was so close.

Her body tensed, her thighs clenched around his hand and he rubbed faster as she shuddered and gasped; she abandoned all pretenses of trying to be quiet, moaning loudly and brokenly as she came apart at his fingertips.

When he felt her sink into him, he tenderly scooped her up into his arms, pulling the door to his truck open against and sitting her down, buckling her in.

"Ned," she gasped, grabbing his arm. She kissed him again and he tasted rum on her mouth. What had she been drinking? Earlier she'd tasted like vodka. Even a little taste of tequila.

"You don't usually drink this much," he shook his head and eyed his girlfriend. "What happened?" She shrugged and kissed him, wanting to avoid the answer for now. "Is it something you'll tell me in the morning?"

Her head lolled against his shoulder and she groaned his name sleepily. He chuckled to himself, kissing her head as he grabbed his keys and phone from his back pocket.

"Don't fall asleep on me now, Clancy. I still have plans for when we get home," he whispered in her ear.

"Home?" She looked up at him, eyes hopeful and sleepy. "Home home?" His dreams for tonight were dwindling as she smiled at him, her hand touching his face lightly. She was so drunk. "I miss being at home."

"I miss you being in Grandview too," he smiled at her, kissing her hand. "But you live in New York now, remember?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "So far away from you and everybody…. But it's home for now. I like it here. It's fast and different. I wish you were here instead of Toby. He's a jerk."

He laughed, agreeing with her as he kissed her cheek, hugging her lightly as he made sure she was safely buckled and in the cab of his truck as he stepped back. He loved her. God, he loved her.