Meredith Grey's VIPenis

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I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back

She looked up at him wondering what he was thinking, the way he glared at her. His face so close she could just get drunk just smelling his breath. And then he surprised her with a smile, licking his lips before leaning his face closer to her. She sat still hoping nothing bad would happen to her. He was a nice guy, he seemed as a nice guy from what he had seen at school. He wouldn't hurt her.

He was a nice guy.

The other guys chuckled at the front, opening a bottle of beer taking a long swig from the blue coloured glass. She wouldn't have gone into the car since the driver as well as the other two were drunk. Drunk driving was looked down upon, and illegal. At the point she didn't care, she was ass cracked hammered and tipsy and wanted to go home.

She just wanted to go home.

"Anybody ever kiss those lips Meri?" the boy asked his arm that was around her pulling her closer to his body, more gentle than he was a few moments ago with his sharp teeth.

She shook her head, nervousness taking a toll over her tiny frame. "N...no." she whispered, loking down quickly blushing. She had just admitted to the most popular senior that she was a virgin at kissing. Why not call her Mother Mary now. Rolling her eyes she regretted letting those words leave her mouth. Why didn't she lie? Make him think that she was experienced.

"I want to kiss you." he said with a smile. "Can I kiss you?" he asked brushing her shoulder length hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Her face blushed close to a hot tomato, her palms starting to get sweaty, her heart beating a mile a minute. Parker wanted to kiss her. He wanted to plant those lips on her.

On her.

"Ummm..y..yeah." she said with an enthusiastic nod, smiling back at him his hand pulling her from across her front landing on her small hip. Before she knew it he kissed he, squeezing her eyes shut she tried to concentrate, wanting to be mature and focus on the kiss, but eve beyond his scotch drunk breath, she was really distracted by wondering what kind of sick French person invented this bizarre was of kissing. She wasn't even allowed to share a bottle of water with anyone becasue of germs. His tounge poked into her mouth, his lips parted wide forcing all of him inside of her mouth. She eagrly did the same, pushing the thought of his saliva mixing with hers, and stayed on track. He was kissing her, his lips moving against hers, his tounge rolling around in her mouth groaning.

He pulled back, a little breathless before placing kisses on her neck. This time no biting.

He kissed her delicate collar bones, his hand digging into her body, grasping her by the hips.

He started kissing the upper part of her chest.

I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride

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"This is suppose to relax you Mer, stop being so tense." he murmured against her wet back, massaging her shoulders, her body leaning back against him.

"I am relaxed." she said quietly defending herself, playing with the bubbles around her.

He had suggested a morning bath, nice and hot with lots of bubbles. She hadn't gotten any sleep that night, as well as he. He watched her throughout the night trying to comfort her back to a deep sleep, but he was only human. He had fallen asleep, his rocking slowing down until he stopped. She watched him sleep. She pretened tb be asleep when she felt him stir, his arms moving from where they were situated around her.