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February, Wednesday 17th

Addison sat at the bar in a club while she glanced around her with Naomi as they waited for Sam to turn up.

"There he is." Naomi grinned widely as Sam walked through the entrance.

"And he brought Pete," Addison groaned and turned back around.

"You don't have to talk to him."

"Good." She nodded and sipped on her drink.

"Hey." Naomi smiled at Sam as they walked closer.

"Hey." Sam grinned at her. Naomi gave Pete a smile before she took another sip of her drink. "Drinks, ladies?" Sam smiled at them.

"A martini." Naomi grinned.

"A Manhattan." Addison smiled at him and Sam nodded before he ordered their drinks. Addison ignored Pete as he sat down next to her and he glanced at her and smiled slightly before he took a sip of his drink. Naomi and Sam grinned before they made their way to the dance floor.

"You just going to sit here all alone, ignoring me?" Pete looked at Addison.

"Yep." She nodded. "That's my plan. Have a problem with it?"

"If it's what you want." He shook his head and looked ahead of him.

"Good." Addison took another sip of her drink. Pete nodded again and looked around the club. Everyone was busy dancing, drinking or chatting to someone.

"Can I have another one of these?" Pete pointed at his drink as the barkeeper approached them. "And a Manhattan." Addison raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. The barkeeper placed the drinks in front of them before Pete paid.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can try and get into my pants again?"

"Of course, what else would I be doing?"

"I'm onto you this time." Addison turned her head and looked at Pete.

"I didn't force you to do anything you don't want to."

"You wanted into my pants," she pointed out. "Just like you do now."

"You are so damn full of yourself it's unbelievable. I just bought you a drink, not everyone wants to screw you."

"You're the one who was pissed when I said no to you screwing me."

"So?"

"I'm just saying." She shrugged and sipped on her drink. "Why don't you go find someone else to screw?"

"I will, don't worry."

"Good." Addison nodded and turned away from him. Pete just glanced down at his drink and didn't say anything. She finished her drink before she ordered another while he downed his in one and put the glass back down on the bar.

"I thought you were going to go find someone to screw," she asked after a while.

"I thought you were just going to ignore me."

"I am but you're still sat here with no reason to be."

"Do you have a reason to be sitting here?"

"What does it matter to you?" She turned and looked at him.

"You keep talking to me, are you trying to get into some kind of a conversation?"

"Why would I want a conversation with you?"

"I don't know, Addison, but you are the one who is talking to me."

Addison turned back around before she took a large gulp of her drink and got off the bar stool. Pete just sat and watched her as she weaved her way through the crowd to the dance floor. He looked at her before he turned back to the bar and finished his drink and ordered another one.

Once Addison had danced enough, she made her way back to the bar and ordered herself another drink. Pete was being chatted up by some blonde before she excused herself and disappeared into the toilets. Addison ignored him as she sipped on her drink.

"Danced it out?" He looked at her.

"Now you're the one starting a conversation with me." She looked at him.

"I am."

"Thought you were going to find someone to screw."

"No, you're the only one I want to screw."

"Well, that makes me feel special."

"That was my intention."

"Still not getting into my pants." Addison looked at Pete.

"I'm not?" He got off the bar stool so he was stood close to her.

"No." She shook her head.

"Well." He looked down at her. "Too bad."

"I'm sure I'll live," Addison reassured him.

"If you think so."

"I will." She nodded.

"Your moaning was telling me something different the other day."

"Oh, I'll live. There is something called a vibrator."

"Oh, really?" He took hold of his drink and downed it. "And you think a vibrator can pleasure you like I would?"

"Oh yes." Addison nodded. "How do I even know that you can pleasure me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, I don't know what you're like." Addison sipped on her drink.

"And you don't know what you're missing."

"Why are you so intent on getting me into bed?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Because you're so damn hot, who doesn't want to screw you in this entire world?"

Addison raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "And you think that'll get you into my pants?"

"No, it will just make your huge ego even bigger."

"No matter how much my parents tell me you'd be a perfect match for me, you're not getting into my pants."

"They're telling you that too?" He smiled.

"Your parents tell you that I'm good for you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yep. Apparently you'd do wonders for me."

"Why do our parents think that?" Addison looked at him. "We can't even have a civil conversation."

"I don't know, you're a Montgomery."

"What has that got to do with having a relationship though? Just because I'm a Montgomery and you're a Wilder doesn't mean to say that we could have a relationship. Apparently I can't even have a mature one."

"Well, and I'm not capable of choosing a girlfriend by myself."

"Then we're a great pair." Addison held her glass up to him before she took a sip.

"Seems like we are." He ordered another drink before he took a large gulp.

"I just want to prove them wrong," Addison mumbled.

"Well then get into a mature relationship."

"With who?" She looked at him. "And even if I did they'd say it would be just for the sex."

"What about me?" he joked and teasingly ran his hand over her side.

"Right." She rolled her eyes. "Like we could have a mature relationship."

"True, I forgot that you can't."

Addison hit him in the arm. Pete smirked and pushed her up against the bar. "What are you doing?" She looked up at him.

"Nothing."

Addison raised an eyebrow as she looked at him.

"Stop looking like that." He looked back at her.

"Like what?"

"You're always so stiff. I don't think I've ever seen you really laugh before. Is it me or do you never really get loose?"

"I do get loose."

"Oh and when's that?"

"Well, you'll have to find out."

He raised an eyebrow. "Since when am I to find out?"

"Hmm, since now." She grinned. Pete just looked down at her and smiled amused. "What? Don't you want to find out?"

"I do."

"Well, then." Addison grinned. "You better show me some fun."

"More fun than your vibrator can show you?" He moved his face closer to her and breathed against her lips.

"First you'll have to show me a reason to let you pleasure me."

"A reason?" Pete smirked

"Oh yes." She grinned and nodded.

"And what reason should that be?"

"You'll have to think of that one yourself." She picked up her drink and downed it.

Pete smirked as he watched her before he leaned down and placed a quick, teasing kiss on her moist lips. "Let's dance." Addison let him take hold of her hand and lead her to the dance floor. He found an empty spot for them to dance before he turned and pulled her close. She looked up at his face as she wrapped her arms around his neck as they dance. He placed his hands low on her back as their hips moved together and Addison watched his face the whole time they danced. Pete looked back down at her and their eyes locked.

Everyone else in the room disappeared and it was just the two of them left. He pulled her closer to him and their entire bodies rubbed against each other. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek as her fingers toyed with his hair. Pete moved his face so their lips were touching and he took her bottom lip between his, sucking lightly. Addison closed her eyes as she began to kiss him. He let his hands roam her back, their lips fused together. They stopped dancing as they stood on the dance floor and kissed. Pete held her close as their tongues played with each other.

A soft moaned passed Addison's lips as she ran her hands through his hair. He moved his hands up and down her sides, her body pressed into his. The kiss grew hungrier as their bodies pressed tight against the other. Pete cupped her face with his hands pulling her face even closer, wanting to taste more of her. They had completely forgotten about everyone around them. They could only think of each other. It was just them and the need that grew inside of them.

Once the need for air became too much, they pulled back slightly from the kiss but kept their foreheads touching. Pete opened his eyes and looked at her, his breath tickling her skin. Addison still had her eyes closed as she leaned against him.

"Want to go somewhere?" Pete whispered softly.

"Where would we go?" she whispered back.

"I don't know." He smiled. "We can be spontaneous."

"I like the sound of that." Addison grinned and looked at him.

"Let's go then." Pete smiled back and took hold of her hand. They grabbed their things before they left the bar.