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Chapter 7: Body Shots and Courtesy Hugs
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! We are never going to be ready! I have nothing to wear! I can't believe I am doing this! Shit shit shit! REILLY! How can you be so calm! Tell me what to do! Oh I am definitely not going! AHHHHH!" Tricia collapsed dramatically onto her bed while Reilly stood in the middle of the room eating peanut butter (just peanut butter, off a spoon, they had run out of crackers) and watching Tricia with a bemused expression.
"Issues much, Trish?" she asked and ignored the withering scowl her roommate threw in her direction as she made her way over to the closet. They were going out with the boys tonight…Dom and Orli, as well as Billy and Elijah who were finally visiting. Reilly was beyond excited to meet them, and Tricia was beyond…well, sanity, at the moment. "Ri, how can you be so calm? We are going to a nightclub that friggen requires TICKETS, which we conveniently have because you are like all tight with HOBBITS, one of whom is ELIJAH WOOD who I can't believe I am going to meet!!!! AHHHHH! I can't go!" Reilly rolled her eyes. "First of all, Orli is NOT a hobbit…he's an elf. Second of all, you've gone out with me and Dom before, and third of all…oh I don't know, just get dressed god dammit!" The two girls looked at eachother and laughed as Tricia got up to join Reilly in staring into the closet. Finally Tricia pulled out her favorite black skirt, which fell to her knees and had slits up both sides, strappy black sandals that brought her from 5'6" to nearly 5'9", and a sleeveless lavender turtleneck sweater. She left her blonde hair loose and went to work on her makeup. "Nice Trish! Very classy!" Reilly admired Tricia's outfit, smiling as she recognized her own sweater.
"Thanks babes!" Tricia smiled and turned to her roommate, and her mouth fell open at what she saw. Reilly was wearing the black pants that she referred to as her "fuck me pants", which were slightly shiny and sat extremely low on her hips. She had paired them with the tightest shirt Tricia had ever seen – it looked like it would have to be peeled off. It was white and sleeveless and had a red star on one side, rays bursting from it a little onto the front and the back. It was tight enough, and the pants low-cut enough, that Reilly's tanned hipbones and the lowermost part of her stomach showed. She had parted her hair on one side and then pulled it all up into a sort of spiky twist, with strategic pieces falling loose around her glowing cheeks. Her eye makeup was dark and smoky and her lips shiny with gloss. "Well," Tricia said slowly. "You look hot as hell! And your boobs look HUGE! Get mine to do that!" Reilly laughed and reached for her coat. "Seriously Ri, is this for Dom or Orli?" Tricia grinned wickedly and Reilly shook her head and reached for her jacket. "Just about ready, missy?" she asked, ignoring the question, along with Tricia's knowing look.
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"Hey gorgeous!" Reilly exclaimed, throwing herself into Dom's open arms and laughing as he kissed her all over her face. "Hey there, tiger, easy with that face, it took her a while to put it on!" Tricia interjected with a grin. Dom laughed and kissed her hello. "Nuh-uh!" Reilly replied, sticking her tongue out at Tricia, "I always look like this!" she smiled and threw a mock model pose, fluttering her eyelashes jokingly. Dom looked her up and down appreciatively. "Works for me!" he announced. "And me!" a voice spoke up from behind them and Reilly shrieked as Orlando slapped her ass, then turned and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the ground. "Hi!" she squealed happily, the effects of the lemon drop shots she and Tricia had taken to pre-game beginning to take toll on her little body. "Hi," Orli whispered back breathily in her ear, then gave her a quick friendly kiss on her lips. Friendly as it was, Reilly felt her heart thudding as she laughed and hugged him some more, still feeling the sensation of his soft, slightly wet lips on hers. She nuzzled her face into his neck, tickling him with her eyelashes, as Dom attempted to make introductions.
"Lij and Billy, this is Tricia. She's studying at Regents…and the one over there on Orli is my favorite little Yank, Reilly Scott." Finally slipping out of Orli's arms (and a bit regretfully so), Reilly gave a sheepish smile and held out her hand. "It's so nice to finally meet you both!" As expected, she found herself struck by Elijah's amazing eyes, and once she was able to tear herself away was pleased to see the appreciative way his eyes ran over Tricia. Hmmm, score one for Trish, she thought to herself as Billy grabbed her hand and pulled her over to give her a hug.
"THE Reilly Scott!" he cried in his wonderful accent. "Oh, you have no idea…I have been waiting sooooo long to finally meet the woman my Dom has been talking my ear off about for the past 2 months! And," he added with a wink, looking her up and down, "May I just say I am NOT disappointed!" Reilly laughed as he placed his arm around her waist, mock- possessively. "That's it, you are officially my new favorite!" She announced as they began to make their way inside the club. "Hey!" Dom and Orli cried in unison, and she laughingly waved them off with her hand.
"This is incredible!" Tricia screamed to Reilly over the pounding techno music. The two girls were taking a break from dancing and heading over to the bar again. "I know!" Reilly answered, unable to wipe the smile off her face. She was positively glowing she was having such a wonderful time. "So," she yelled to Tricia, taking a sip of her stoli raspberry with lime. "How's Lij?" she winked. Tricia and Lij had been heating up the dance floor all night, and Tricia's had stars in her eyes. Biting her lip cutely, she shrugged, and looked over at him hopefully where he sat with the boys. "I don't know, but…this is fun!" she replied.
"Hey you two! What are we, antisocial now? Come back to the table, we have a surprise!" Dom appeared, grabbing them by their wrists and dragging them back across the room. "Body shots?" Reilly exclaimed. "Uh-uh, no way, I've had enough! No tequila for me…eep!" she squeaked as strong hands lifted her up and pulled her into the booth. "On the contrary, love, you've only just begun!" Orli whispered in her ear, turning her around in his lap so that her back was sort of arched against the table…it was quite the suggestive position, actually. "I've been waiting for this since I first saw you in these pants!" he winked and ran a thumb over her stomach and hipbones. "Salt please!" he yelled, over weak protesting from Reilly. He pushed her shirt up slightly more, and his eyes widened delightedly when he saw that she had her belly button pierced. "Oooh," he breathed, and Reilly started to laugh at him, but her laughter caught in her throat as he rested a hand on her stomach and gently touched the blue jewel, rubbing his slightly rough thumb over her belly button. She bit her lip to keep quiet as inside she screamed with an unexpected pleasure at his touch on her skin.
And then…her eyes widened as Dom handed Orli the salt and he sprinkled a light dusting near the waistband of her pants, and put his mouth to her skin, his tongue licking upward and his teeth momentarily nipping at the blue jewel. She took a deep breath and laughed and clapped along with the rest as he straightened up and took his shot. The table continued to erupt in cheers as Lij pulled a similar technique on Tricia, and when Reilly yanked Dom down on the table and licked her salt off his neck. All the while she noticed that while Orli had replaced the positioning of her shirt after his shot, he kept one set of fingers gently on the still bare skin of her hip. Turning to him, she raised an eyebrow and stated boldly: "I believe one good turn deserves another, Mr. Bloom." He raised an eyebrow and she nodded, lifting his dark blue shirt enough to point to the sun tattoo visible just below his belly button. "Well, I suppose that's only fair…" he answered, and she nodded. He caught his breath as her hot breath met his skin, and he felt his abdominal muscles tighten as the pressed on his stomach with both hands while her tongue traced the salt pattern off his tattoo. She knocked back her shot with more ease than a small girl should, and smiled at him. "Alright then," she said, then jumped out of his lap and grabbed Dom's hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.
Reilly laughed breathlessly as she fell into Dom's arms after a particularly fast song. "Wow," she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder as a slow song started up. "We dance good." He laughed at her slightly tipsy speech and wrapped his arms gently around her waist. "So, Ri…having fun?" She gazed up at him with dreamy blue eyes and nodded. He took a deep breath and asked: "So…what'd I miss last week? You and Orlando seem…closer," he finished, trying not to sound jealous. He couldn't be jealous…could he? Reilly frowned. "That's how you're supposed to be when you're doing body shots!" she argued immediately. What is he thinking, she thought to herself. He knows I have a boyfriend. Dom nodded complacently. "I know, I know…it's just…nothing." Reilly stared at him. "Orli's wonderful…" she said. "He's a wonderful friend…don't you think?" she asked. Dom nodded quickly. "Yes of course…I was just…I'm just drunk, is all." Reilly accepted this answer and rested her head back on his shoulder and tried to push the nagging thoughts his question had placed in her head away.
"Reilly…can I talk to you for a second?" Billy took Reilly's arm gently a little while later and pulled her over to a table. "Of course, Billy, what's up?" she smiled at him. "Well, I just wanted to say how great it's been to finally meet you and spend some time with you…Dom really does talk about you all the time." Billy said. Reilly smiled again. "Thanks, Billy. That means a lot…its obvious that you are very important to Dom, he talks about you a lot too…" she began. "That's what I kinda wanted to speak to you about," Billy broke in. "Dom just adores you…you're his whole world right now, you're exactly the kind of friend he needs, and I just wanted to…I mean…well, you know how much you mean to him…I just wanted to know…I mean…I don't want him to be hurt is all, Reilly…and you certainly seem to care for him a lot…but…" Reilly looked down at her hands, and then met Billy's eyes. "Billy, I love Dom to death. I want him to be happy more than anything…I'm not going to hurt him…he knows that…he's closer to me than anyone else on…well, on this side of the world…we trust eachother," she finished. Billy looked into the wide, dark blue pair of eyes across from him and smiled. "I know," he sighed. "If Dom loves you, I know you're alright." Reilly laughed and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"So are we about ready to blow this?" Tricia asked a little while later. Reilly nodded. "Yeah definitely, I'm beat." She made her way over to Orli, bending down to where he sat to give him a hug. "Byebye, Orli!" she giggled, and he gave her another kiss on her mouth like the one he had given her earlier. Once again she held her breath for a moment, feeling him on her lips, but she pushed the sensation away and turned to Dom, who leaned against the wall next to where Orli sat. He looked at her with tired green eyes…there was something else in them as well, she thought, but to her dismay couldn't quite read it.
She reached up and put her arms around him, and her heart sank as she felt his arms go loosely around her. This wasn't a Dom hug. Dom gave hugs like it was the last time he was going to see you ever, holding on so tight that you could lose your breath, and burying his face against you. This was not it. This was one of those hugs you give to be polite…like a courtesy hug. That's what Reilly called them, courtesy hugs…hugging cause you have to, not cause you want to. Reilly frowned and turned her eyes up to meet his. "What's wrong baby?" she asked him. Dom forced a smile. "Nothing, I'm fine." She shook her head. "Then why are you courtesy hugging me?" she pouted. Dom looked confused. "Why am I what?" he asked. Reilly shook her head. "Nothing," she muttered, and turned her sad eyes back down. Still feeling the sting of his noncommittal hold around her, she tightened her own arms briefly around him and put her mouth to his ear. "Goodnight, baby. I love you."
She didn't wait for a response, just turned, slightly hurt and definitely worried, and made her way over to Tricia and Lij. "Ready?" she forced a smile at Tricia after giving Lij a kiss goodbye, and the two made their way to the door. Just stepping outside, Reilly felt a hand on her arm, and Dom pulled her back inside, practically lifting her off the ground in a true death-grip Dom hug. "Don't pay me any attention," he whispered. "I'm just a drunken idiot." Reilly grinned up at him, delighted by the feel of his arms around her. "So what else is new?" she winked playfully as he held her tighter and tugged on her hair. "Right then. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you," he said, then squeezed her hand and slipped back inside. Yes Dom, I think we probably do have some things to talk about tomorrow, Reilly thought to herself as she stepped into the cab Tricia had called.
Chapter 7: Body Shots and Courtesy Hugs
"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!! We are never going to be ready! I have nothing to wear! I can't believe I am doing this! Shit shit shit! REILLY! How can you be so calm! Tell me what to do! Oh I am definitely not going! AHHHHH!" Tricia collapsed dramatically onto her bed while Reilly stood in the middle of the room eating peanut butter (just peanut butter, off a spoon, they had run out of crackers) and watching Tricia with a bemused expression.
"Issues much, Trish?" she asked and ignored the withering scowl her roommate threw in her direction as she made her way over to the closet. They were going out with the boys tonight…Dom and Orli, as well as Billy and Elijah who were finally visiting. Reilly was beyond excited to meet them, and Tricia was beyond…well, sanity, at the moment. "Ri, how can you be so calm? We are going to a nightclub that friggen requires TICKETS, which we conveniently have because you are like all tight with HOBBITS, one of whom is ELIJAH WOOD who I can't believe I am going to meet!!!! AHHHHH! I can't go!" Reilly rolled her eyes. "First of all, Orli is NOT a hobbit…he's an elf. Second of all, you've gone out with me and Dom before, and third of all…oh I don't know, just get dressed god dammit!" The two girls looked at eachother and laughed as Tricia got up to join Reilly in staring into the closet. Finally Tricia pulled out her favorite black skirt, which fell to her knees and had slits up both sides, strappy black sandals that brought her from 5'6" to nearly 5'9", and a sleeveless lavender turtleneck sweater. She left her blonde hair loose and went to work on her makeup. "Nice Trish! Very classy!" Reilly admired Tricia's outfit, smiling as she recognized her own sweater.
"Thanks babes!" Tricia smiled and turned to her roommate, and her mouth fell open at what she saw. Reilly was wearing the black pants that she referred to as her "fuck me pants", which were slightly shiny and sat extremely low on her hips. She had paired them with the tightest shirt Tricia had ever seen – it looked like it would have to be peeled off. It was white and sleeveless and had a red star on one side, rays bursting from it a little onto the front and the back. It was tight enough, and the pants low-cut enough, that Reilly's tanned hipbones and the lowermost part of her stomach showed. She had parted her hair on one side and then pulled it all up into a sort of spiky twist, with strategic pieces falling loose around her glowing cheeks. Her eye makeup was dark and smoky and her lips shiny with gloss. "Well," Tricia said slowly. "You look hot as hell! And your boobs look HUGE! Get mine to do that!" Reilly laughed and reached for her coat. "Seriously Ri, is this for Dom or Orli?" Tricia grinned wickedly and Reilly shook her head and reached for her jacket. "Just about ready, missy?" she asked, ignoring the question, along with Tricia's knowing look.
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"Hey gorgeous!" Reilly exclaimed, throwing herself into Dom's open arms and laughing as he kissed her all over her face. "Hey there, tiger, easy with that face, it took her a while to put it on!" Tricia interjected with a grin. Dom laughed and kissed her hello. "Nuh-uh!" Reilly replied, sticking her tongue out at Tricia, "I always look like this!" she smiled and threw a mock model pose, fluttering her eyelashes jokingly. Dom looked her up and down appreciatively. "Works for me!" he announced. "And me!" a voice spoke up from behind them and Reilly shrieked as Orlando slapped her ass, then turned and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he lifted her off the ground. "Hi!" she squealed happily, the effects of the lemon drop shots she and Tricia had taken to pre-game beginning to take toll on her little body. "Hi," Orli whispered back breathily in her ear, then gave her a quick friendly kiss on her lips. Friendly as it was, Reilly felt her heart thudding as she laughed and hugged him some more, still feeling the sensation of his soft, slightly wet lips on hers. She nuzzled her face into his neck, tickling him with her eyelashes, as Dom attempted to make introductions.
"Lij and Billy, this is Tricia. She's studying at Regents…and the one over there on Orli is my favorite little Yank, Reilly Scott." Finally slipping out of Orli's arms (and a bit regretfully so), Reilly gave a sheepish smile and held out her hand. "It's so nice to finally meet you both!" As expected, she found herself struck by Elijah's amazing eyes, and once she was able to tear herself away was pleased to see the appreciative way his eyes ran over Tricia. Hmmm, score one for Trish, she thought to herself as Billy grabbed her hand and pulled her over to give her a hug.
"THE Reilly Scott!" he cried in his wonderful accent. "Oh, you have no idea…I have been waiting sooooo long to finally meet the woman my Dom has been talking my ear off about for the past 2 months! And," he added with a wink, looking her up and down, "May I just say I am NOT disappointed!" Reilly laughed as he placed his arm around her waist, mock- possessively. "That's it, you are officially my new favorite!" She announced as they began to make their way inside the club. "Hey!" Dom and Orli cried in unison, and she laughingly waved them off with her hand.
"This is incredible!" Tricia screamed to Reilly over the pounding techno music. The two girls were taking a break from dancing and heading over to the bar again. "I know!" Reilly answered, unable to wipe the smile off her face. She was positively glowing she was having such a wonderful time. "So," she yelled to Tricia, taking a sip of her stoli raspberry with lime. "How's Lij?" she winked. Tricia and Lij had been heating up the dance floor all night, and Tricia's had stars in her eyes. Biting her lip cutely, she shrugged, and looked over at him hopefully where he sat with the boys. "I don't know, but…this is fun!" she replied.
"Hey you two! What are we, antisocial now? Come back to the table, we have a surprise!" Dom appeared, grabbing them by their wrists and dragging them back across the room. "Body shots?" Reilly exclaimed. "Uh-uh, no way, I've had enough! No tequila for me…eep!" she squeaked as strong hands lifted her up and pulled her into the booth. "On the contrary, love, you've only just begun!" Orli whispered in her ear, turning her around in his lap so that her back was sort of arched against the table…it was quite the suggestive position, actually. "I've been waiting for this since I first saw you in these pants!" he winked and ran a thumb over her stomach and hipbones. "Salt please!" he yelled, over weak protesting from Reilly. He pushed her shirt up slightly more, and his eyes widened delightedly when he saw that she had her belly button pierced. "Oooh," he breathed, and Reilly started to laugh at him, but her laughter caught in her throat as he rested a hand on her stomach and gently touched the blue jewel, rubbing his slightly rough thumb over her belly button. She bit her lip to keep quiet as inside she screamed with an unexpected pleasure at his touch on her skin.
And then…her eyes widened as Dom handed Orli the salt and he sprinkled a light dusting near the waistband of her pants, and put his mouth to her skin, his tongue licking upward and his teeth momentarily nipping at the blue jewel. She took a deep breath and laughed and clapped along with the rest as he straightened up and took his shot. The table continued to erupt in cheers as Lij pulled a similar technique on Tricia, and when Reilly yanked Dom down on the table and licked her salt off his neck. All the while she noticed that while Orli had replaced the positioning of her shirt after his shot, he kept one set of fingers gently on the still bare skin of her hip. Turning to him, she raised an eyebrow and stated boldly: "I believe one good turn deserves another, Mr. Bloom." He raised an eyebrow and she nodded, lifting his dark blue shirt enough to point to the sun tattoo visible just below his belly button. "Well, I suppose that's only fair…" he answered, and she nodded. He caught his breath as her hot breath met his skin, and he felt his abdominal muscles tighten as the pressed on his stomach with both hands while her tongue traced the salt pattern off his tattoo. She knocked back her shot with more ease than a small girl should, and smiled at him. "Alright then," she said, then jumped out of his lap and grabbed Dom's hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.
Reilly laughed breathlessly as she fell into Dom's arms after a particularly fast song. "Wow," she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder as a slow song started up. "We dance good." He laughed at her slightly tipsy speech and wrapped his arms gently around her waist. "So, Ri…having fun?" She gazed up at him with dreamy blue eyes and nodded. He took a deep breath and asked: "So…what'd I miss last week? You and Orlando seem…closer," he finished, trying not to sound jealous. He couldn't be jealous…could he? Reilly frowned. "That's how you're supposed to be when you're doing body shots!" she argued immediately. What is he thinking, she thought to herself. He knows I have a boyfriend. Dom nodded complacently. "I know, I know…it's just…nothing." Reilly stared at him. "Orli's wonderful…" she said. "He's a wonderful friend…don't you think?" she asked. Dom nodded quickly. "Yes of course…I was just…I'm just drunk, is all." Reilly accepted this answer and rested her head back on his shoulder and tried to push the nagging thoughts his question had placed in her head away.
"Reilly…can I talk to you for a second?" Billy took Reilly's arm gently a little while later and pulled her over to a table. "Of course, Billy, what's up?" she smiled at him. "Well, I just wanted to say how great it's been to finally meet you and spend some time with you…Dom really does talk about you all the time." Billy said. Reilly smiled again. "Thanks, Billy. That means a lot…its obvious that you are very important to Dom, he talks about you a lot too…" she began. "That's what I kinda wanted to speak to you about," Billy broke in. "Dom just adores you…you're his whole world right now, you're exactly the kind of friend he needs, and I just wanted to…I mean…well, you know how much you mean to him…I just wanted to know…I mean…I don't want him to be hurt is all, Reilly…and you certainly seem to care for him a lot…but…" Reilly looked down at her hands, and then met Billy's eyes. "Billy, I love Dom to death. I want him to be happy more than anything…I'm not going to hurt him…he knows that…he's closer to me than anyone else on…well, on this side of the world…we trust eachother," she finished. Billy looked into the wide, dark blue pair of eyes across from him and smiled. "I know," he sighed. "If Dom loves you, I know you're alright." Reilly laughed and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"So are we about ready to blow this?" Tricia asked a little while later. Reilly nodded. "Yeah definitely, I'm beat." She made her way over to Orli, bending down to where he sat to give him a hug. "Byebye, Orli!" she giggled, and he gave her another kiss on her mouth like the one he had given her earlier. Once again she held her breath for a moment, feeling him on her lips, but she pushed the sensation away and turned to Dom, who leaned against the wall next to where Orli sat. He looked at her with tired green eyes…there was something else in them as well, she thought, but to her dismay couldn't quite read it.
She reached up and put her arms around him, and her heart sank as she felt his arms go loosely around her. This wasn't a Dom hug. Dom gave hugs like it was the last time he was going to see you ever, holding on so tight that you could lose your breath, and burying his face against you. This was not it. This was one of those hugs you give to be polite…like a courtesy hug. That's what Reilly called them, courtesy hugs…hugging cause you have to, not cause you want to. Reilly frowned and turned her eyes up to meet his. "What's wrong baby?" she asked him. Dom forced a smile. "Nothing, I'm fine." She shook her head. "Then why are you courtesy hugging me?" she pouted. Dom looked confused. "Why am I what?" he asked. Reilly shook her head. "Nothing," she muttered, and turned her sad eyes back down. Still feeling the sting of his noncommittal hold around her, she tightened her own arms briefly around him and put her mouth to his ear. "Goodnight, baby. I love you."
She didn't wait for a response, just turned, slightly hurt and definitely worried, and made her way over to Tricia and Lij. "Ready?" she forced a smile at Tricia after giving Lij a kiss goodbye, and the two made their way to the door. Just stepping outside, Reilly felt a hand on her arm, and Dom pulled her back inside, practically lifting her off the ground in a true death-grip Dom hug. "Don't pay me any attention," he whispered. "I'm just a drunken idiot." Reilly grinned up at him, delighted by the feel of his arms around her. "So what else is new?" she winked playfully as he held her tighter and tugged on her hair. "Right then. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you," he said, then squeezed her hand and slipped back inside. Yes Dom, I think we probably do have some things to talk about tomorrow, Reilly thought to herself as she stepped into the cab Tricia had called.