Drew Starkey Imagines

She Looks Like Fun (part 3)

(y/n) couldn’t exactly remember when she had fallen asleep, but a thing she knew for certain was that it had been a long time since she had slept so peacefully. Her phone ringing woke her from said peaceful slumber and her first move was to turn down the volume so the guy next to her wouldn’t wake up too. She looked over her shoulder to check on Drew, his eyelids still closed, breathing still tenuous and the bruise caused by her lips the night before on his neck still darkening. 

(y/n) looked at her phone screen to see her friend’s name on it, waiting for her to pick up the call, but she had yet to find the energy to move and even think about the thought process to explain to Leslie how her night went down. She would call her later. 
The girl turned around to face Drew, careful to not loosen the secure grip he had on her, and she had to hold back a laugh at the memories from the night before that were brought back just by looking at him sleeping.
 
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“The driver’s seat is that one, you know?” Drew’s rhetorical question came out with difficulty as her lips pressed desperately against his, but the grip he had on (y/n)’s hips showed he didn’t mind, at all, her position on his lap nor the delay to head home. 

“We have all night, don’t we?” (y/n) asked. Drew released a sight of pleasure when she held the back of his neck, her nails scratching his scalp with the perfect amount of force to fill his body with tingles. He attempted to mask his building pleasure with a chuckle at her answer, afraid he would embarrass himself with how desperate he was for her. Fortunately for him, she was just as desperate. 

They weren’t sure how long they spent in the car, not that they cared anyway, anytime they thought the make out would be coming to an end and they would finally go home, a look at each other’s lust filled eyes was all it took to glue their mouths again. It took everything in Drew to not take her clothes off, knowing if he did they wouldn’t even need to go to her house, and (y/n) was fighting the same will, his hands running under her shirt were definitely testing her self control and the way his muscles flexed under her touch left little to imagine how ecstatic it would feel to be skin to skin with the man. 

How the hell did I pull this guy? Was the thought (y/n) tried to push to the back of her head, wanting to take advantage of her time with Drew and now dwell on self consciousness. There was no time or place for that that night. 

Eventually they were able to let go of each other and (y/n) sat on the driver's seat, excited to go home and take her new friend with her. 

On their way home, two poles fought against each other in her head, one was wondering what would happen in the morning, if they would part ways, call it a one night stand and never see each other again. The other wanted to enjoy the night, absorb all the excitement provided to her to compensate for all the previous heartbreak and self-pity. Drew appeared unexpectedly and made her realize she deserved the chance to feel comfortable and alive with someone. And she was willing to take it, even if it wouldn’t last long. 

(y/n) parked her Jeep outside her apartment building, too eager to get inside to waste time opening the garage and park the vehicle there. Drew even made a funny comment about it, earning a slap on the chest and a threat of not getting laid as a response. (y/n) held his hand all the way to the elevator, and in the small space, the boy tried to keep the affection to a minimum, afraid they would run into some of her neighbors. 

"You're quiet." she commented, amused with his stiffness. 

"I'm usually quiet." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." his answer came out almost in a whisper, too busy avoiding a grin to project his voice properly. 

Drew glanced at her and noticed the same tightness on her lips, which indicated she was also containing her cheeky smile he grew to love. He decided to add more to the playful tension by pulling her by her hand, making the girl stumble over his foot and fall straight against his chest with a squeal. Drew took the chance to wrap one arm around her waist to make her face him and his other hand secured the back of her neck so she could put her attention on him and him only. Not that Drew had to try hard for that.