Dear readers,
Yay! New chapter! And it's a longer one so hopefully worth the wait. I think it's kinda pretty fluffy, but who doesn't love a bit of fluff? Also, while I did review this, I wrote this all today after a night of heavy drinking and only 90 mins sleep. So, sorry if there's errors ahoy.
Let me know what you think with a tasty review,
Angie. x
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is not mine- I do not own Skins! If I did Effy and Cook would have driven off into the sunset and Freddy wouldn't have been bludgeoned to death. :D
Excitement washed through Effy as she swayed to the music in the club. Her mind reeled at the secret JJ had divulged earlier. She had had at least 6 vodka lemon and limes and a few shots, not to mention the pills she'd taken. She saw Katie from across the room and they met in the middle.
'Hey bitch, what's up?' Sometimes Effy couldn't believe she'd become such good friends with a girl she once hit over the head with a rock- a girl who listened to rap music and wore leopard print skirts. Effy never saw it coming. But she thought perhaps such polar opposites were bound to attract.
'Do you want pills?' Effy shouted. Katie nodded and Effy not-so-discretely dropped two in Katie's mouth. After swallowing the pills- which tasted like washing powder, of course- Katie vigourously wiggled her eyebrows at Effy.
'What?' Effy said, playing innocent. Katie yanked Effy's arm and led her to sit in a quieter area.
'Don't give me that shit! Have you two fucked yet?'
'WHAT?' Effy screeched in response. 'No!'
Katie scoffed and rolled her eyes at her friend. 'You so want to. You wouldn't scream in my ear if you didn't. You think you're so mysterious, Effy Stonem, but I can read you like a book. Maybe almost as good as Cook- or Tony!' Effy doubted that. No one knew her as well as them. But still, Katie was right. She couldn't lie to her.
'Is it that obvious? Does he know?'
'You're an idiot, Effy. Best friends just know these things.' Katie grinned. 'Anyway babes, when are you gonna fuck him?'
'I'm not doing anything. We're just celebrating his freedom for now. He got a job, too, at the pub.' Katie thought to herself, I always need to take matters into my own hands. I'm a pretty ace matchmaker after all.
'Speaking of, where is Cook?' Katie wondered aloud. As if on cue Cook came stumbling through a part in the dance floor, a beer in each hand. He had done some MDMA caps and was high as a kite.
'Katie fucking Fitch, how the fuck are ya? Haven't seen those mint tits in ages!' Cook bellowed. He grabbed her in a bear hug as Katie rolled her eyes, wondering if he was just trying to cop a feel. He could be absolutely shameless sometimes.
'I'm fine, Cook. Enjoying freedom? Looks like it.' Cook winked at her. And whispering so that Effy couldn't hear, she said 'Effy's in love with you. She wants to fuck your brains out.' And then, loudly, she said with a tone of finality 'anyway I'll be back in a bit, I'm gonna use the loo and get some more drinks. And find JJ!' Katie very conveniently left. Effy wondered what she said. Knowing her friend she thought she should probably have been worried.
Cook broke into a grin and pulled Effy to the packed centre of the dance floor where there were so many bodies he wasn't sure whose hands were groping whose bodies. Cook didn't mind though. He loved the way everything was so sweaty and hazy and free. And his had his favourite person in the world beside him. Luckiest, he thought. Effy and Cook danced together and Cook thought it might be now or never, and decided to just go for it. He let his hands slide around Effy's waist and he pulled her toward himself. Just like the time he had done this with Emily while watching Crystal Castles, except now he had the right girl. Plus she wasn't a lesbian.
At last, he had her in his arms. Effy tilted her head back to rest on Cook's shoulder as they swayed uncharacteristically slowly to the energetic dubstep. Effy didn't seem to protest so Cook let himself slide his hands all over her body. He let the feel of the bass vibrating in his chest mix with the feeling of Effy's soft skin. It felt so good. He'd missed her too much.
Effy had her eyes closed but was smiling lazily up at Cook. He hungrily kissed her neck and Effy elicited a small moan of frustrated pleasure. Enough of this bullshit, she thought and she grabbed Cook by the collar, looking him dead in the eye. She crashed her lips into his. She couldn't believe she'd waited this long. Cook lost any shred of rational thought he may have had when Effy lips met his. He thought he might be dying for a second there. It was everything and nothing at once. It was perfect.
They burst through the door of the unisex bathrooms pulling at each other's clothes, too high to care if anyone saw them. They had passed Katie, who'd found JJ and were together mingling with some work friends of Katie's. Katie had shouted out 'finally' and all Effy could do was give her the finger. Her lips were a bit busy trying to touch as much of Cook's skin as possible, trying to memorise every line and mark and curve.
Cook pushed Effy roughly up against the wall and his hand slid up her thigh and toward her underwear. She reached for the buttons on his pants and worked them down. His arousal was unashamedly obvious and he pressed himself against her, grinding against her bony hips. 'Fucking hell, Eff,' he grunted into her neck. Effy almost had his pants around his ankles when she paused in her tracks. For the first time ever she wasn't okay with fucking Cook just anywhere while absolutely shit faced. 'No,' she said.
'What's wrong, peachy?'
'No, this isn't right.' Cook's face fell. He knew it must have been too good to be true. Who was he to kid himself into thinking Effy would want him after all that had happened?
'Fuck…' was all he said. It was more of a whisper to himself. She sensed his disappointment.
'Sorry, Cook,' Effy said while adjusting her clothing. 'I want it just as badly. But I just want to do this right. In a bed. Sober. No pills, no vodka, just us, for once.' She walked out the door. Effy sure was good at fucking with Cook's head, he thought. This explanation matched up with Katie's whisperings earlier. He dashed after Effy, content with the promise of a spectacular shag in the not-so-distant future. Just them. The thought made Cook smile.
Once they were home they were almost sober and had come down from their highs. Both exhausted, the climbed into bed with their clothes still on. Without thinking Cook followed Effy to her room and climbed into her bed. And without thinking, Effy pressed herself into his side, trying to get herself as close to his skin as she possibly could. He wrapped an arm around her tightly. He was never going to leave this again. 'Night, Eff,' Cook mumbled. For that night, at least, they could just be.