Author's Note: Hi everybody! I should be writing yet another essay for one of my classes, yet here I am, publishing this hehehe. This went through a lot of revisions, and it's silly because it's so short! Anyway, part of what prompted me to upload this was 1) VickyNicky, you left some really nice reviews that totally made my day yesterday, thank you so much! You said you wanted more steamy Gruvia hehehe so I hope this satisfies, and 2) my dear Marie aka Darkhope wanted some Gruvia to distract from the latest Naruto chapter lol so I made sure to have this published for ya as soon as possible :)

As always, thank you guys so much for reading! It really is nice of you to take time out of your day to do that, and I can't tell you how much it means to me when you leave positive feedback. Also, lesson for the wise: don't procrastinate and get stressed out LOL. Till next time!

title: you shook me all night long
rating: M
summary: She's one of a kind, she's just mine all mine.

She's drunk when she asks him to dance with her, and he's drunk when he lets her take his hand and pull him to the dance floor.

The way she moves her body is like nothing he'd ever seen before—raw heat grinding against him, eliciting delicious shivers down his spine. Her fingers slip through his dark hair before resting against his hand at her waist, her swaying hips creating an amazing friction. Her back pressed up against him feels nice, her hair soft and her skin smooth, and when she leans her head against his shoulder and looks at him, he sees the fire in her darkened eyes and knows she has no plans of leaving alone tonight.

He's in a drunken haze when she pulls him to her apartment, kissing him hard with his lip between her teeth. He doesn't remember how this started but he loves where it's going as she hastily tears off his shirt and jerks his belt from his pants.

The alcohol coursing through their veins makes them a little clumsy as they stumble into walls and furniture, too focused on each other to look where they're going. He's holding her face and savoring the sweet taste of her lips when she suddenly shoves him down against her bed and crawls on top of him.

In a mix of heat and hormones and adrenaline, he stares in a daze as she straddles him between her thighs. Her bare skin brushing against his feels euphoric, making his stomach churn as he takes a breath in anticipation.

She licks her lips, and his heart stops.

When she slowly sinks her hips, he swears he sees stars.

The little moan she lets out electrifies his senses. She exhales a breath, hand tightening on his stomach while the other clutches her bed sheet. Her eyes meet his, lashes hovering low, and with her flushed cheeks, full lips and heaving chest, he thinks he's never seen anything more beautiful.

She moves again, rolling her hips slowly but still sending a surging pleasure throughout his body. A guttural growl rips from his throat as he squeezes her thighs, urging her to go faster. Her warm hands roam along his toned chest as she grinds into him, making his breath hitch in his throat.

She starts to pick up a rhythm, one that deviates from slow to fast to mind numbing perfection. She has him grunting, cursing and groaning as his hands run along her body, up her arched back and down her curves to her soft thighs.

Her face is flushed as she tosses her head back, long wavy hair cascading down her back. Her moans are throaty and salacious, the sexiest he's ever heard, and the way she calls his name burns into his memory and reminds him this is really happening.

A delicious pressure builds inside him, mounting higher and higher, and he can tell she's close too as her moans falter into silent screams and her thighs clench around him.

He jerks her wrist and pulls her to him, her bare chest pressing against his and sending a chill down his spine. He kisses her, swallowing her scream as she clings to his shoulders and moans into his mouth.

As the trembling in her body subsides, he keeps kissing her, slowly. He loves the way her lips slide against his, how she holds the side of his jaw to keep him to her. His fingers tread leisurely through her long hair, and he only pulls away because his throat burns for air. Her delicate fingers trail against his cheek as he stares at her glossy eyes, dazed while she comes down from her high.

He waits for her breath to become even before rolling her underneath him. Still buried inside, he wraps her leg around his waist before thrusting his hips forward, grinning at her wanton moan.

They set another rhythm, and he keeps her screaming all night long.

The next day, he has a pounding headache and the confident vixen from last night is gone, replaced with her usual modest, blushing self as she sits up and realizes what they had done.

He rolls his eyes because he doesn't care how it happened, he's just glad it did.

When she starts to fret, he pulls her back down and buries his face in her hair. His head is killing him, and all he wants to do is sleep it off in this amazingly comfy bed with her in his arms. He mumbles that they can worry about the details later, and she pauses before gently passing her hand through his hair and asking if he needs anything.

He doesn't reply, just breathes in her scent and pulls her closer.