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Derrick and Travis sat with the girls in between them. Saint was on Derrick's right side with Jones on Travis' left. They had been at the bar for a almost three hours when Derrick decided to make Saint dance. He yanked her up and started tugging her towards the dance floor with her protesting hard. She was smiling and laughing.

" Come on, Honey! Just one dance!" Derrick called out.

Travis turned in his stool and watched Derrick pull Saint close. She smiled so bright that Travis had to look away. He grabbed his beer and pushed himself up. Ignoring Jones, Travis started through the club, his eyes never leaving his roommates. Derrick twirled Saint under his arm then yanked her back to him, making her laugh rang out.

Travis collapsed onto one of the couches and tried to clear his head. What should he say to her? How should he go to her? Should he wait for her to come to him? No, he shook his head. She wouldn't come to him, that much Travis knew. Saint was shy and angry with him. It was up to him. He wanted to fix things with her, needed too, but he didn't know how.

" Fuck." He muttered as he brought his drink to his lips. He watched Derrick ad Saint as they danced together. He pushed her away from him, never breaking contact with her hand, then pulled her back to him again and twirl her around.

" What's wrong, Travis? Have you had too much to drink?" Jones asked. Travis closed his eyes and took a long drink before he answered.

" I'm not drunk. I'm just having a conversation with myself." He said when his set his beer down. Jones sat down beside him and smiled.

" Go to her. Steal her away from Derrick and make your move. She's drunk and you know as well as I do that Saint is a happy drunk." Travis sighed and looked over at the couple as the song slowed down.

" You're right. I'm going." He pushed himself up and started towards them.

Derrick turned Saint around so her back was to his front. She laughed as he took a hold of her hips and forced her sway with him. Saint wasn't a dancer but Derrick was making it easy and fun for her. His hands slipped from her hips a second before he placed them back on her again. He pulled her completely against his chest then slowly started to turn her again. Saint laughed with her eyes closed. She placed her hands on his chest and took a hold of his shirt. She was buzzing hard as her face came in close to him.

A very un-Derrick-like scent washed over her. Smoke, vanilla, and spices. She stopped swaying with the music but didn't open her eyes. She whined and let her forehead come to rest against him. His hands moved around her waist so he could pull her in closer to him. Her hands moved slowly up his chest to around his neck. He dropped his head down.

" I'm sorry, Saint." Travis said into her ear. The slow music was drumming through her system. She swallowed hard and shook her head. " I didn't mean it." She kept her eyes closed but raise her head up so their cheeks were resting together.

" I shouldn't have said anything to you about that girl." She said. They started to sway together like they were at a high school dance.

" I didn't sleep with her." He whispered.

" Don't, Travis, you don't have to explain yourself to me, okay? It's none of my business." Her breath went over his ear, making him want to shiver.

" I want too. I want you to know. I didn't know she was an escort." Travis said. Saint pulled away with a half stunned, half smirk expression.

" What?" She asked. Travis shook his head.

" She was an escort. Derrick paid her to hang out with me." He admitted.

" Why?" She asked. Travis shrugged his shoulders.

" He said I needed a pick me up." He said. Saint laughed, making him smile. She snuggled into him, letting her head come to his chest again. Travis grinned and pulled her close.

" Well Jones, I'm thinking we should be glad our bedrooms are upstairs. I don't know about you but I don't want to listen to them fucking like rabbits tonight." Derrick said. Jones smiled and hit him in the stomach.

" Come on, let's get some drinks." She said as she tugged at him.

Saint's smile faded as they danced together. Derrick might have paid that girl to hang out with Travis but he still took her to his room. Travis still brought her home to sleep with her, even though they didn't actually have sex. Saint closed her eyes and shook her head. She shouldn't be hurt by that but she was. It was not her concern what he did.

" It doesn't matter, Travs." She said as she pulled away again. " Honestly, it's..."

He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers. His left hand came up and went to her neck. His fingers spread out and into her hair as he titled her head back. Her hands slipped down to his chest were she grabbed fist fulls of his shirt. She parted her lips and he stopped swaying as his tongue connected with hers. His right arm tighten around her waist, dragging her up and completely against him. His hand closed in her hair as he tilted his head. Their tongues twisted slowly around each other as they made out. He pulled back so they gave each other a closed mouth kiss. Saint started to open her eyes, thinking they were done, when his lips parted again and his tongue entered her mouth. Saint slammed her eyes shut and took him in.

He started rubbing the back of her head as she sighed into his mouth. Travis wanted nothing more than to take her home but he wasn't going to push anything. He wanted to get laid, needed to get laid bad, but Saint was worth more to him than just a quick fuck. He want something more from her than just few minutes of thrusting. She was soft and melting into him. He was tight, hard, and hot. His head was swimming as he increased the speed of their kissing until his tongue was darting in and out of her mouth. She moaned and the sound shot straight down his body and settled into his cock. He dropped both hands to her ass were he hauled her up and against him. Her legs wrapped around his waist at the same time her arms went around his neck.

" Hey! You can't do that here!" A bouncer said as he gave Travis a small push. The couple pulled away and looked at the well build man. " Take outside or to your bedrooms but you can't do that shit here, you hear me?" He asked.

" Yeah, sorry." Travis said as Saint slipped down to the floor. They took hands and quickly started off the dance floor, both blushing and laughing.

" We better find the other two." Saint said.

Derrick and Jones were at the bar when Saint and Travis found them. Travis slipped into a bar stool so he was at Jones' right. His lips were tingling and his heart was beating hard. He could almost still feel her against him. He expected her to take a seat by Derrick, but to his surprise, Saint moved to stand by him. Travis spread his legs and pulled her into him.

For a little while the roommates did a few more shots. They clicked glasses together, toasting to the night, to the club and to each other, before downing whatever they were drinking. It was just like old times except Saint had one hand resting on his leg and he had an arm around her waist. She was warm and soft against him.

Saint turned on him at once. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. Travis moved to the edge of stool and met her lips with his. Their kissing was hard, fast and lust filled. It sent shivers down him and promised him pleasure if he took her home. His hands went to her waist as they moved even closer together.

" Take it home!" Derrick called out. Saint smiled against Travis' mouth a second before she kissed him again.

" Maybe we should go home." She whispered. Travis opened his eyes and pulled away to looked her. Her lips were a crimson color and slightly swollen from their hard making out. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were half closed.

" Are you sure?" He asked. The tip of her tongue darted out and over her bottom lip as she sighed and nodded.

" Yeah." She said. He bit the left side of his lip and nodded before he looked up at Derrick and Jones.

" So, we're gonna head out." He loosened his hold on Saint as she turned to face the other two. Jones was trying to hide her smile while Derrick was smirking.

" Yeah, I bet you two are." He said. Jones hit his arm then smiled at them.

" Have a good night you guys." She said.

Travis pushed Saint forward gently so he could stand up. They took hands and he let her lead him through the club. They weaved in and around people while they gripped hands. Travis was tight and hard. His head was buzzing from the alcohol and want. Saint was feeling the affects of the alcohol too, he was sure. She was stumbling and giggling. Travis felt his heart sink. There was no way they could have sex when she was like that. The last thing he wanted was for her to regret it.

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And not having sex for the first time when they were drunk seemed like the best plan until they walked into their loft and Saint faced him. She jumped on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him tight. She smashed her mouth against his. It was a flurry of lips and tongues moving, with their teeth banging together every once and a while. Travis' hands were planted on her ass as he made his way to her room. She giggled as she squeezed him.

Travis threw open her door as she put her face into his neck. She was still giggling while he was grinning. He made his way to her bed and they tumbled down with him landing on top of her. His forehead came down and collided with hers. She cried out and brought her hand to her face as she laughed. He pulled back and started to rub his head.

" I'm sorry!" He said quickly.

" It's okay!" She said. Her arms went back around his neck as she pulled him down to her again.

" Saint, wait." He groaned. He planted his hands on either side of her head and held himself up.

" What?" She asked. He closed his eyes and shook his head. His dick was going to hate him.

" Maybe we shouldn't do this...when we're like this." He said. Saint's arms slipped down from him, making him open his eyes and looked down at her. She blew out a deep breath and dragged her teeth along her bottom lip.

" Maybe you're right." She said.

" We need to work up to this. What about Nick?" He asked.

" We broke up." She said. " I wasn't in love with him and I haven't been for a while."

" I like you and I just don't want you to think this was a mistake." Travis said as he forced himself to her side. She rolled over on to her left side, giving him her back. Travis put his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. They were quiet for a few minutes before she spoke again.

" Thank you." Saint whispered with her eyes shut.