"Hey, let's play pool!" Florence chirped as she sipped her coffee. Derek was happy he was able to convince her to sober up a little because really, they were only there for about thirty minutes and she was already getting to be drunk. Well, she was undoubtably tipsy, but not drunk. If she were to get mugged, she sure as hell wouldn't be able to defend herself, but she would still be conscious enough to know to scream for help.

"Finish your coffee first," he said right before he took a drink from the beer he just ordered.

"Aw come on. Why do you get the beer and I get coffee? That's not fair."

"Because I'm not the one who's drunk, and honestly, I want you to be able to think clearly... Well, I know it's a little late for that. But I want you at least conscious."

"I am conscious," she grumbled, taking another sip that marked she had drank half of the cup.

"Yeah, more now than you were before. Not by much though, so go on. Keep drinking," he said, flicking his wrist a little and leaning forward on his elbows on the table they had come to about five minutes prior.

"You act like I shouldn't be drunk. This is a bar, you know."

"Really? I thought this was Disneyland."

Florence's eyes widened and her jaw dropped a little, and she looked around frantically. "Derek!" she grabbed his arm. "When did we get here?!"

He laughed and placed a hand over hers- the one she used to grip his arm- and said, "We're not at Disneyland, Florence.

"But... But you said..."

"I was kidding."

"Oh... Don't do that to me! You'll give me an an- aneur...

"A what?"

"You know that thing where.. A bunch of elephants make your brain go kapoosh!?" She made an exploding gesture with her hands and head as she described the sound.

"Are you talking about an aneurysm?" Derek asked, slightly confused.

"Yes!" she gripped his arm tighter and pulled him forward so they're faces were only centimeters apart. "An aneurysm!"

He smirked a little and kissed her briefly. "Sure, Florence. Now finish your coffee."

"Aye aye, heichou!" she said, pushing him back to his seat.

"Hey-wha?"

"Hey-cho. God, don't you know Italian?"

"I can tell you that that is not Italian..." Derek mumbled as he brought the bottle up to his lips and took a drink.

"Well, Italian, Swahili, English, it's all the same, eh," she said confidently as she downed half of the remaining coffee in her cup.

"Mhm. And now you're Canadian."

"What?! I'm not Canadian. You're Canadian," she leaned forward and poked him in the chest.

"Actually, I'm English... And I think Scottish... Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm Scottish."

"Oi!" Florence spoke with a Scottish accent and was good at it, surprisingly, "If you're Scottish, teach me how to duggie!"

He really couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my god, Florence..."

"What?"

"You're able to do a Scottish accent that well even when you're drunk."

"Eh, I'm not that drunk. Like if you were to tell me to walk in a straight line, I'd probably have you pick me up and do it for me."

"I don't see how that proves that you're not drunk..."

"That's because it wasn't meant to," she giggled and took a sip of her coffee.

Derek frowned slightly and took a drink of the cold beer he held in his hand, no longer able to tell where her conscious stood.

"Alright then..."

A moment of silent passed by while Florence nursed her coffee. That is, till her eyes randomly watered and she looked at him like a sad child.

"Woah, woah..." worry instantly overswept him and he leaned forward, "What's the matter?"

"My dog died..."

"Your dog? I didn't know you had a dog."

"I don't."

The worry soon diminished and he leaned back. "Then what are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about? I don't know, you tell me!" Her tone was cold and a bit harsh, something he had never heard from her in all of the months of knowing her. She was always so sweet... But then he had never seen her drunk. Mood swings... Great.

"Um... You know what? Forget it," he smiled slightly. "Why don't you just finish your coffee, then we'll go play- Oh god, don't cry..."

Florence had tears threatening to break, and her tone had changed from cold and harsh to just sad, "You don't understand... I can't face my mom like this! She's going to smell the alcohol on me and... And..." a tear rolled down her cheek and she put her face in her hands.

"Florence, you're twenty-one years old. I don't think your mom is going to care if you're drunk," he said reassuringly.

"Yes, she will! She's why I didn't go to a bar when I turned twenty-one. She always told me that if I'm drunk, 'Don't even bother coming home.'"

"Well... Then you can come home with me tonight. It'll be ok."

Florence looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks, Der... I love you."

He smiled back and stood, walked around the table to her side and sat next to her, pulled the chair closer to hers and pulled her onto his lap to hug her. "I love you too."

She really was small in size compared to him. When he picked up her hand and kissed it, his fingers could wrap around her entire palm and the back of her hand. Derek did exactly that, causing her to practically melt in his arms. She was content with him; she felt safe.

"I really... Really... love you..." she said as she rested her head on his shoulder, her lips close to the base of his neck. She licked him then lightly blowed on him, causing a shiver to run up spine.

"Florence, I... I love you too..." Derek subconsciously tilted his head back and to the side by a few inches, giving her more of an opening to his neck. When she began to lightly bite him, he closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. Did she know how much he was getting off of this? Having her teeth and lips graze over his skin was... Alluring. To what, he didn't want to admit. He knew he shouldn't allow her to go any further. He knew that in her current state, with those mood swings, she could easily get intense sex drive. And, since he was the one she would be looking for, it would be difficult to get her off... But the thing is, he didn't want her off. He wanted to feel her bite him harder.

She bit down on him just a little harder before releasing the skin she held between her teeth. He inhaled sharply but lightly, trying not to be too conspicuous, and grasped her hips. Florence, who now seemed... Confident? decided to get more comfortable.

She grasped his hands, pushed them off of her and stood. She then straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck to lean forward and whisper in his ear, her hot breath on his skin.

"Do you want to know how much I love you?"

Another shiver ran up his spine and his heart rapidly pounded in his chest. "I- I know... I know how much you love me." Derek, unsure where he should put his hands, rested them on her waist.

Florence smiled and nipped his ear. "You sure?"

He nodded quickly in response and swallowed. "Yep."

"Oh... Because I really wanted to show you..." she lowered her head to his neck and lightly licked with the tip of her tongue.

"Florence, no... We're..."

She suddenly bit him again, this time harder than before, causing him to gasp harshly and grip her hips. Florence let go of him to look him in the eyes, which now were beginning to fill with lust...

"You ok there?" she giggled. When his only response was a nod, she tilted her head to the side. "Hm... Call me mean for saying this, but I really want to see you frustrated, Derek."

His eyes widened slightly and he stared at her, disbelieving. Since when was Florence this open? Although she had grown much more comfortable around him, she was still a bit shy. So, he was really surprised when she began moving her pelvis back and forth on his.

Derek bit back a groan feeling her weight shift on his groin, but he couldn't help but grip her hips tighter and move them ever so slightly.

"You like that?" Florence smiled and did it again, this time gripping the back of his neck.

"Babe... Stop..." he whimpered, feeling himself begin to harden. Oh God... She's going to feel it... And feel it she did.

Florence moaned a little when she felt his hardening member press and move against her core. She tilted her head back so her neck was exposed and tried putting more pressure into her hip movements, proving to be successful.

He knew he needed to get her off. He knew going too far with her would be a mistake, even if he wanted it so badly... If only he could do what was right instead of simply knowing it.

Derek pulled her hips down, desperately trying to put more pressure on himself. She continued moving her hips while she kissed his neck a few times before licking it. He groaned lightly and shut his eyes.

"You need to... Stop..."

"Oh, but you seem to enjoy it. Come on," she licked the rim of his ear and his mouth hung open a little, "let me make you feel good."

"I already feel fine..." he mumbled, trying to find the strength to lift her off of him. However, the only strength he could find was in his hips when he lifted them a little, putting more pressure on his groin.

"I know, but I want you to feel better than that. Let's go, Derek..." she bit his ear lobe and tugged lightly as her arms withdrew from his neck and slowly slid down his chest and abdomen, slipping under his shirt and lightly running a finger on the skin just above his pants.

"But... But... Didn't you want to play pool?" he asked, trying to steady his breathing and calm his rapid heartbeat. At this point, he could hear several other men and women commenting on their current position. Almost all of them were encouraging him. The others... Well they were just wishing they'd get a room already. Honestly, Derek agreed with them. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and run out of that place.

"I'd much rather do this," she mumbled as she slipped a finger into his pants waistband and slowly pushed her hand down so it was just millimeters above his member.

He swore he lost control of himself. He swore everything he did at this point was not him... It was the burning, raging desire in his entire body that overtook him and controled his actions. Even though he mentally screamed at himself to strop, he just... Couldn't.

Derek jumped up from the seat and held her hips while she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as if her life depended on it. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he quickly made his way out of the bar and across the parking lot, barely realizing it was still pouring outside. Florence quickly licked and nipped at his neck, making him even more determined to get her to the car.

He opened the back door and put her in the car, barely taking enough control of his body to not throw her in haste. Derek really was ready to just get in with her and take her there in the parking lot, but... The backseat really was small considering the model of the car and he needed space. Lots of space...

He ran to the driver's side and jumped in only to start the engine and speed down the road. Florence had shifted to the spot right behind him and began massaging his shoulders while lightly licking the outer rim of his ear, making him grip the steering wheel and whimper in frustration.

God, this was going to be a long drive...

Sorry, I know this chapter was shorter and you guys were expecting some hrmhrm hrm ;) but I gotta get up early and it's already.. 2 a.m ;-; I wanted to get this chapter posted before I went to bed so... Here it is.

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