Needless to say, I had a hard time concentrating on the game after our little display of affection. My heart was racing a million miles a minute. And I couldn't really understand why. Here I was, with someone I literally just met, it was impossible for me to develop feelings for him this fast. Maybe I was just horny. Yep. That's it. I'm just a fucking slut and wanna get laid by this hot, Irish guy who keeps looking at me in the sweetest way. Connor beat me again, and I sighed, leaning against the other pool table.
"You're just too good," I sighed. "I can't begin to compete with you." I shook my head as I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders.
"Practice makes perfect, love," He smiled at me. "Just come back any night and I'll gladly give you another chance to win." I smiled softly at him, and pecked his cheek. A rather loud man came bursting into the bar, spotted Connor, and waved. After he got a beer, he came over to us and hugged Connor.
"How've you been?" The man asked. He looked over at me and made some weird motion to Connor. Connor shrugged his shoulders back, and the man shrugged in response.
"I'm good," Connor replied. "Roc, this is Rori. Rori, I'd like you to meet my good friend Rocco." I reached out to shake the man's hand and he grasped it firmly.
"David Della Rocco, but you can just call me Rocco," He smiled. "And you are, beautiful?"
"Lorelai Rodgers, but you can call me Rori." I smiled. I glanced up at the clock. "Holy fuck, it's already past midnight?"
"Time flies when you're having fun," Connor smirked, slinking his arm back around my shoulders. "But it is gettin' late. Whattaya say we head out?" I agreed as I slid my pool cue into the holder on the wall. "Well, I'll catch ya later, Roc."
"Catch ya on the flipside, Connor." Rocco smiled. "And it was nice to meet you, Rori." I smiled as I shrugged on my coat with Connor's help.
"You too, Rocco. I'll see you around." I put another cigarette between my lips as Connor and I walked out of the pub and towards Taylor's Taurus. I dug around in my pocket for the spare key I always kept on me as I lit my cigarette. "Seeing as Taylor and Murphy are probably doing god knows what at your place, you're more than welcome to crash at mine and Taylor's apartment." I offered. "Otherwise, I could drop you off at your apartment." I slid into my seat and shut the door as Connor closed his. I turned the car on, and cracked my window so I could ash. "What's it gonna be?"
"I think I'll just go home with you, if ya don't mind," Connor grinned. I nodded and smiled myself.
"I don't mind that one bit," I replied. I drove the Taurus off towards our apartment, and Connor was practically glowing from the seat beside me. I was happy too, and we rode home in complete silence. When I finished my cigarette, I flicked the butt out the window and rolled it back up. I got to the apartment, parked the car in the garage, and being the gentleman, Connor opened my door for me and shut it behind me.
"After you," He smiled, linking his arm with mine. I blushed lightly as a memory flooded through my mind and I worked at suppressing it. I lead him up the three flights of stairs to the floor the apartment was on, and let us inside. I blocked the door quickly after I unlocked it.
"It might be a little messy, so I apologize in advance," I blushed. "Taylor and I were in such a hurry to get out tonight we really didn't clean up much." Connor placed his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sure it's fine, darlin'. You're worrying too much." I smiled and shrugged as I slid through the door and let him in. He took his coat and shoes off and left them near the door as he assessed the living room and kitchen area. "This is what yeh call dirty? I'd hate to see clean then," he teased.
"Well, this is messy to us," I sighed. "Uh, we have the couch, or you could sleep in my bed with me. There's more than enough room for us both in it. It's a queen size." I smiled. "Your choice, Connor." I started to walk down the hall, and he suddenly pinned me to the wall, with my arms above my head as his free hand rested on my exposed hip.
"I choose you," He smirked, kissing a line down my neck to my collar bone and back up to my ear. I giggled lightly and he pulled back, giving me an amused look. "What's so funny to ya, lass?"
"Just what you said," I smiled. "It reminded me of that show from when I was little, Pokemon. The main character always said 'I choose you!' followed by a creature's name." Connor chuckled before smirking.
"Yer too cute, ya know that, Rori?" He smiled, letting me go. I hugged him tightly and held his hand, walking him to the bedroom with me.
"I try," I answered, heading to the closet after I flicked on the light. I sighed in content as my room brightened before me. The dark tan carpet accented the dark wood furniture perfectly. The black sheets matched the blood red comforter and curtain set nicely, along with the red dust ruffle. The bed was against the far wall, and the dresser was adjacent to it. There was a chest on top of a smaller dresser on the third wall. The closet was in the far left corner, and there was a door that lead to the bathroom next door in the right corner. Taylor's bathroom was attached to her room, mine had a door separating them into two separate rooms. I walked to one of the dresser drawers and pulled out my pajamas and walked into the bathroom to change. When I came out, I was in just a cami and some loose fitting shorts. I dug around in one of my drawers and pulled out my oversized sweats and a really baggy tee and handed them to Connor.
"What are these for?" He asked, looking at them questioningly.
"For you to sleep in?" I responded. "You don't have pajamas on you." He smirked at me and started stripping right before my eyes. He slipped off his tee first, throwing it to the floor. Then, the socks left his feet one at a time. Finally, I watched as he undid his belt, slipped out of his tight jeans, and left them on the floor.
"Not necessary, love," He smirked. "I sleep in just my boxers." I took a deep breath in and gulped.
"I… I can see that," I responded, flicking the light off. I crawled into the bed, and Connor crawled in beside me. "Goodnight, Connor," I smiled, kissing his forehead. "Sweet dreams." When I pulled away, he placed a delicate kiss on my lips once more.
"Sweet dreams, Lorelai."
I woke up in the morning all alone. I glanced around the room, and all traces that Connor had been here were gone. His clothes were off the floor, and the clothes I had taken out for him were folded and sitting on the dresser to my left. I sighed as I sat up and ran a hand through my long, dark hair. Surely I didn't imagine him last night. There was no way. I walked into my bathroom to brush my teeth and written on my mirror in dry erase marker was a note from Connor.
Rori,
Last night was great. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I'm going back to the bar tonight, so if you want, you're more than welcome to join me. I want to get to know you more. I really like you. Hopefully you felt the connection I did? Or maybe I'm imagining it—okay, now I'm ranting. Have a great day. I hope to see you again tonight
Connor MacManus
I smiled to myself at the little note on my mirror as I brushed my teeth. So, he was real, and he wanted to see me again. I finished my teeth and squealed to myself. I mean, sure, I just moved home a week ago, but hey, if this guy was willing to take a chance on me, I could reciprocate. I felt something last night, like a sort of electricity, every time we touched or looked each other directly in the eye. I threw on some Gaelic Storm as I took my shower and got ready to face the day. Today, it was time for some original detective work. I finished getting clean right in time to see Taylor walk through the door.
"Good morning, love," I smiled. "How was your night?" She growled as she grabbed a cold compress from the fridge.
"I'm gonna have to get used to drinking this much," She groaned as she plopped onto the couch. "I woke up kinda hung over, and I walked Murphy to work. Then I walked home. He wants me to come back tonight."
"Connor wants the same with me," I smiled. "Where do they work? I was going to make Connor lunch and bring it to him under the pretences of me being an FBI agent. No one will suspect a thing." Taylor leaned up off her perch and smirked at me evily.
"You're an evil bitch, you know that?" She teased. "It's near the docks, downtown. The address is on a slip of paper in my purse. Help yourself, it's in the side pocket next to my roll of Mentos." I took the piece of paper and tucked it in behind my ID with my badge. "Put it on full scale alert. Really give it to them. I'd go with, but it would make the prank to obvious."
"Taylor, heal yourself for tonight. You need to be in prime drinking condition by the time I make it back to this apartment, okay?" She gave me an okay symbol with her hand as I finished making Connor's lunch. I went back to my room, curled my hair lightly with its natural curl, applied a little cover up and eyeliner, and ransacked through my closet. I ended up throwing on my tight, dark jeans, my black high-heeled boots, a white halter, and my green army jacket. I threw my badge in my back pocket and put my gun in its holster on my left hip.
'"Enjoy it," Taylor called as I left the apartment with my keys and the Taurus.
"I plan on it," I smirked. I jumped behind the wheel and sped off for the address on the paper Taylor had. It took maybe fifteen minutes to arrive, and when the smell of raw meat hit my nose, I knew I was in the right place. I walked in a side entrance, got my badge out, and walked up to the first person I saw. "Hello, my name is Agent Rodgers, I'm with the FBI. Could you tell me if Connor MacManus is working here?"
"Yes, ma'am," The man said. "He just went out to have a cigarette, but he should be back in a minute."
"Thanks," I smiled, spotting Murphy across the room. As a joke, drew my .45 caliber Glock and pressed it into his back after I snuck up on him. "Don't say a word," I teased. He turned around, pale as could be, and then started to laugh.
"You go' me," He smiled. "You here for Connor?"
"Yeah, but I kinda wanted to scare him. You in?" I asked. Murphy smirked and nodded his head.
"I've got just the plan." I hid behind a corner, with my gun drawn as Murphy called out to Connor. He had a giant hunk of meat in his hands, and was going to slap him with it. As if on cue, Connor walked in and he couldn't see me, or his twin. Suddenly, Murphy hit him with the meat, and to retaliate, Connor pinned him to the table and began to beat him with a tongue. I came out from my hiding place and cocked my gun.
"FBI! FREEZE!" I yelled, putting the end of the chamber into Connor's back. He immediately dropped the tongue he was beating his brother with and started to shake a little. Murphy and I both began to laugh hysterically as I reholstered my weapon. "Oh man," I said in between giggles. "You should've seen your face!"
"Shut it," Connor teased, pulling his gloves and lab-type looking coat off. He pulled me into a gentle hug and tenderly kissed my forehead. "What brings you here?"
"Well, I dunno when you left this morning, but I figured you probably didn't stop home so I made you lunch," I smiled. "It's in the car, follow me." He laced his fingers with mine and walked out of the smelly, meat filled room to Taylor's Taurus. I unlocked the door and handed him the homemade lunch safely nestled inside a brown paper bag. "How's work?"
"The same as always," Connor said, taking a large bite out of his sandwich. "Did you get my note on your mirror?" I smiled lightly at the thought of it and blushed a little.
"Yeah, I did," I smiled. "And I came down to tell you I'll be there, at 7, waiting to see you." Connor smiled.
"Good," He said. "I didn't know how you felt about last night and was worried you wouldn't come down."
"Why wouldn't I? You're an amazing guy," I smiled. "Any girl would be lucky to have you chasing after them. You're cute, smart, funny, and chivalrous. That's enough for me."
"Enough for you to what, exactly?" Connor asked, trying to get me to go into further detail. I glanced at my watch.
"That's a conversation best kept for later," I smiled. "I'll see you tonight. McGinty's. Seven P.M. Don't be late," I smiled. I kissed his forehead and pushed him towards the door before climbing into the driver's seat. Connor blew me a kiss, and I sped off for home. God, this Irish boy might be the death of me yet.