"Everything is spinning," Jo giggles
while she leans against me. Her big
pig costume is making it very hard
to have a solid grip on her, and since
I've had a couple of drinks myself, the
combination is complicating getting
her to her room slightly.
I push the button of the lift which
thankfully opens right away. "Just
concentrate on your feet."
She giggles once again, her hands
gripping the labels of my grey jacket
tightly while she tries to look down.
" I can't even see my feet. My belly is too big."
She leans over, even more, making me
lose my balance. As a result, we tumble
against the elevator wall, her pink suit
offering a little softness to the blow.
"Ouch," she hiccups.
"Christ, Jo. Focus," I chuckle. I've
never seen her this drunk, not even at
Taco&Tequila Tuesdays. It's hilarious.
She turns her body, so she is hanging
with her back against the wall. I let her
go for just a second so I can push the
fifth button. When I turn around again,
I see she is still hanging in the same
position, her grey-blue eyes scanning
my form intently. "Did you know I was
going to be Babe?"
I raise my eyebrow in confusion. "No.
How could I have known that? We all
choose our costumes separately. Why?"
She frowns, her tongue darting over
her upper lip. It's a simple gesture that
doesn't mean anything, yet it makes my
cock stir. It's ridiculous, she is dressed
as a pig for fuck sake.
Not that that says anything though, Jo
can make a fucking burlap sack look hot
as hell.
"You're dressed as Mr. Hogget," she
looks at me pointedly. When she
sees my confused frown, she sighs
dramatically. "Farmer Arthur Hogget is
Babe's owner."
"No," I stretch, grabbing her costume
once again since the lift has arrived on
her floor. "I'm a Peaky Blinder."
She shakes her head in disgust while
she lets me drag her onto the hallway.
"You are obviously not."
I chuckle and shake my head while we
stumble past the doors towards the end
of the hallway, where Jo's suite is. "Jo,
I'm as much Tommy Shelby as you are
a pig".
"I am Babe, Hero. Babe is a piglet."
I roll my eyes, fighting the chuckle that
wants to come out as well. I'm enjoying
this way too much. "Can I just let you
know that a piglet is the same as a pig?
Babe is a pig."
We arrive at her door, and she literally
crashes against it when I let go of her
for one second to start my search for
her keycard. "Piglet sounds cuter than
pig. Don't you think I'm cute?" She
pouts, her puppy eyes looking up at me
while she bats her eyelashes.
"I think you're drunk," I counter, not
sure if I can tell her what she wants to
hear without sounding too convincing.
She might be drunk of her ass, but it
would be typically Jo to remember any
confession of mine tomorrow morning.
She rolls her eyes, letting out along
"Duh". I ignore her smart response and
instead focus on how to get her in her
suite.
"Where's your keycard?"
"In my pocket," she says, popping
the 'p'. At the same time, she taps her
finger onto my nose, which she finds so
hilarious that she snorts.
"You don't have pockets, Jo." I'm trying
really hard to stay serious, but her
piggie ears, corny expression, and the
fact that she is hanging against me with
one arm now wrapped around my
neck are making it impossible.
She is just too fucking cute.
"Oh, right. Because I'm Babe!" She
happily says, her free hand pointing to
the post-it on her chest that says 'BABE'
in her handwriting. "And you're Arthur
Hogget the farmer!" She points her
finger against my chest, poking it two
times.
She's so hammered.
"I'm Tommy Shelby," I smirk, unable to keep a straight face. Her drunken mood is just infectious. "And we need to get you into your room."
She sighs loudly and then grabs the
labels of my jacket once again. She's
swaying a bit but when I grab her
waist to steady her, she stands still. "Don't you want me as your Babe, Mr. Shelby?"
Again, my cock twitches, and this time
it has everything to do with how she
suggestively looks up at me, her long lashes making her eyes even bigger. "Jo you are wasted."
She giggles and then nods her head in
agreement. "I know."
I smirk. "Do you know where your
keycard is?"
I see the wheels turn inside her
head, and I take the opportunity to
scan her face. Her eyes are starting to
become a little red, indicating that the
alcohol is still doing its job. Her lips are
wet because ever so often she runs her
tongue over them, the glimmer making
them even more tempting than they
normally are.
After a few seconds, she seems to have
found an answer to my question since
she holds her pointer finger up while
a triumphant smile forms her lips. "I
have no idea."
I shake my head, a smile on my face as
I go through my options. I can either
take her back downstairs and search
for her keycard in the press conference
room where the Halloween party was,
or I can take her to my own suite and
lend her my bed while I sleep on the
couch for tonight.
I know that going down with Jo won't
end well; she is drunk out of her mind,
and on top of that, I expect her to
collapse any moment now since her
short, tiny frame can't possibly handle
this much alcohol for long.
Of course, that's what I like to think.
The idea of her in my suite just appeals
to me so much more.
"Let's go, " I tell her, bringing my arm
around her waist as I lead her back to
the lift.
"Where we going?" She excitedly
asks, her arms folded over her pink
belly as she shuffles next to me, following my lead.
"Since we have no idea where your
card is, I'm taking you to my suite. You
can crash in my bed." I push the button
of the lift, and again it opens right on
cue.
"Excuse you," Jo slurs, stopping in
her tracks as I make my way into the
elevator, "Mr. Shelby, I'm not that kind
of piglet." Again, she snorts at her joke
as if a stand-up comedian just told
the best joke of his career. She then
puts her hands in her sides while her expression turns determined."Unless you've changed your mind and you are Mr. Arthur Hogget the Farmer, I can't come with you. You see I'm his Babe, and he's alone."
"Are you serious?" My eyes are wide,
I'm impressed by how she managed
to get that whole speech out while she
isn't able to stand on her own two feet.
And as I look at her now, while she
moves her finger over her lower lip
seductively while her eyes dare me to
answer, I suspect that she completely
knows what she is doing.
"Deadly. Who are you going to be?"
The elevator door bounces against my
arm, indicating that it's ready to take us
up. Jo is still standing just out of reach,
her stubborn yet daring expression
making it hard for me to say anything
else than the words that tumble off my
tongue.
"Fine. I'm Arthur and you are my Babe.
Can we go now?"
Jo squeals happily, clapping her two
hands together which somehow causes
her to lose her balance and tumble
forward. Thankfully, I'm standing
perfectly lined with her and can catch
her in my arms without moving an
inch.
As the doors close, she looks up at me.
"Wanna bet everyone on Twitter and Instagram agrees with me about you being Hogget?" She grins, her arms around my waist as she uses me for leverage.
I roll my eyes but don't reply. Instead,
I take Jo's hand and lead her out of the
lift since the doors have opened on my
floor. She is swaying a little but stays
on her own two feet without hanging
around me.
I get my keycard out of my pocket and
open the door for us. Jo enters first, her
wobbly pig suit bouncing as she takes
each step. It makes her look even more
excited and happy than the alcohol has
already made her.
Her blonde locks bounce along her back as well, and as I close the door I realize how hard I've made it for myself by offering her a place in my suite.
How the hell am I going to close my
eyes, knowing that this girl is just a few
feet away from me?
I follow Jo into the suite, where I find
her already lying on my bed. Her
legs and arms are stretched, her hair
sprawled out over the white covers.
Her eyes are wide open, a smile on her
face as she sighs deeply. "This feels like heaven".
I chuckle and lay down next to her
after tossing my phone and keycard on
the bedside table. "I bet. That's what
way too much alcohol does to a little
piglet like you."
She giggles and then turns onto her
side so she is facing me. Her cheeks are
red, and I have to admit that alcohol
does suit her; she looks happy, carefree,
and alluring.
"I had fun tonight. At first, I was scared
that all the new people would change
the dynamic, but they fit in quite well."
I nod my head in agreement. "Yeah,
they're fun. I'm just happy I'm not the
only Brit anymore. At least people can
understand what I'm saying now."
Jo lets out a laugh and I can't help but
smile at the sight. She still wearing her
big ears, although they are more on the
side of her head instead of on top.
"What?" She asks, after a moment,
successfully stopping my staring.
"Nothing," I respond, too fast.
She moves her hand up and takes off
my grey cap. "Don't lie.'
I let out a breath. "Nothing. You just
look happy in your pig costume. I like
seeing you like that."
Her cheeks redden some more, which
somehow pleases me immensely. "At
this moment, I do feel very happy." She
lazily smiles, and I can't help but reach
out to move her hair behind her ear
before removing the pig ears from her
head.
"Good," I mumble. "I'm going to change.
You can have the bed."
"Thank you," she says as I get off the
bed. She then sits up and moves off
as well. "Can you help me with my
zipper?" She turns her back to me and
moves her hair to the side, revealing
the zipper of her pink costume.
Without giving it much thought, I
grab the lit and drag the zipper down,
expecting to see at least a tank top or
shirt underneath. But the more I drag
the lit down, the more skin it reveals.
Christ. How the hell am I going to
survive this?
When I've dragged her zipper down
completely, I take in her back. The only
thing that is covering her skin is the
lace strap of her dark red bra, the clasp
of it perfectly centered on her spine.
The end of the zipper stops just above
her ass, the two dimples in her lower
back visible. She is gorgeous, and
although this isn't the first time I see
this much skin of her, it does feel
different entirely.
My heart is beating like a maniac and
my grey pants are tight around my
crotch. The fact that I'm reacting this
strong to her is new, and although I
think a small part of it is due to the
alcohol in my blood, I'm fully aware
that it's mostly her.
Who knew that Jo in a pig suit would do
the trick?
She turns around slowly, sensing that
I'm not making any attempt to walk
away. When she is facing me, I can tell
instantly that her drunken haze had
worn off somewhat.
