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All We Are

Chapter 5: We Might Do Something

John struggled to walk with Logan towards the hotel. She kept stumbling over her own feet, and ended up just wrapping her arms around his waist. John rested his arm on her waist and held a firm grip on her.

"You know," Logan slurred, looking up at John. "You don't have to do this," she said, referring to John walking her back to the hotel.

"Don't worry about it. I wanted to," he replied, looking down at her to give her a reassuring smile. "Besides, I don't want you to get hit on by other guys."

Logan pointed to herself, "but I'm drunk," and proceeded to point at John, "and you're drunk," she trailed off. She then looked around to make sure that no one was listening in on their conversation. "We might do something," she whispered loudly.

John chuckled at this. Logan was just too cute when she was drunk. "Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow in question. "Like what?"

"You know," Logan started, nodding her head at John. "It," she said, using her fingers to make quotation marks around the word.

John smirked. "It?" He pretended to be oblivious. "What exactly is it?" He looked at her, daring her to continue.

"You know," Logan started again. "S-s… Sexual intercourse," she slurred drunkenly.

"Do you want to have sexual intercourse with me?" John asked her, lifting an eyebrow at her seductively.

Logan completely ignored this and lifted her head in thought. "Maybe," she said, innocently. John smiled at this.

They finally reached the hotel and took the elevator up to the 40th floor in silence. "Where's your card key?" John asked her as they reached her door, and Logan mumbled something incoherent that sounded like 'pocket'. The only pockets that were on Logan's skirt was on the back of the skirt. John gulped as he realized that fishing for her card key in her pocket would mean that he would inadvertently grope her ass. He slowly stuck his hand in her pocket and quickly pulled out the card. Sliding the card into the slot, the door opened and John carefully escorted Logan inside.

Logan quickly staggered towards the nearest bed and landed face first onto the mattress. She rolled over onto her back and slowly closed her eyes.

John made sure that the door was closed behind him before sitting at the edge of the bed. He slipped off Logan's ballerina flats and placed them at the bottom of the bed. Leaning over, he gently laid a hand on the side of Logan's face, cupping her cheek. Logan's eyes slowly fluttered open and he smiled softly at her. "Logan, can I ask you something?" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "Do you really like me?"

Logan nodded, a serious expression on her drunken face. "Yeah." She then lifted a finger to her mouth. "But shh, don't tell anybody."

John couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Okay, I won't tell," he promised, saluting her. He then leaned closer to her; his face barely inches above hers. "But only if you don't tell anyone that I really like you too."

"Okay," Logan smiled and slightly nodded at John's response.

"Good night, Logan," John whispered as he moved his head upward to place a kiss on Logan's forehead. He then moved lower to place a soft kiss on her lips.

Logan was still too drunk to realize what was happening, and before she could respond, John had already started to pull away. He looked disappointed that she didn't kiss back and straightened up. He smiled sadly at her before he turned to walk away.

Before John could get far, he felt a tug on his hand. He turned to see Logan's small hands wrapped around his own. She was now sitting up on the bed, her silvery blue eyes pleading with him. "Could.. Could you stay with me?" She whispered. "Please?"

John thought about it for a while, running his free hand over his scalp in thought. "Baby, I don't think that's such a good idea. We're both drunk," he reasoned.

"I won't try anything. I promise," Logan begged innocently. John couldn't help but chuckle at this. He wasn't worried about what she would do, but rather, he worried that he wouldn't control himself around her. But how could he say no to her when her beautiful blue eyes were looking at him like that?

"Okay," he sighed, nodding. He took off his shirt and slid out of his denim shorts to be left with only his Chain Gang boxers.

"Yay," Logan cheered childishly before leaning back to lie on the bed completely.

John slid into the bed next to her and turned to face his body towards hers. He tensed when Logan moved to place herself between his arms but relaxed when Logan's arm went around to rest on his back. In turn, John moved his arm to wrap around her back and rest at the nape of her neck, where his fingers idly played with her hair.

"Good night," he whispered to her again.

Logan snuggled her face into his chest and replied with a muffled, "good night" in return before they both dozed off.

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