Jerrie Oneshot Book

Keep It Clean

Summary: The one where Perrie's one-night stand with a hot girl doesn't quite go exactly the way she plans.

They burst through the door in a flurry of heated kisses and roving hands.

Midway through struggling to get one high-heeled boot off, Perrie just manages to kick the door shut. It's barely slammed into place when she's suddenly being whirled around and pressed up against it with a soft thud, her back flush to its hard surface.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps as a set of hard teeth introduces itself to her neck, sending a surge of tingling goosebumps fluttering over her skin.

She can't see the girl's face, but she feels her mouth curve against her collarbone with a smile, a rush of warm breath flooding over her already overheated skin.

"Trust me," the girl promises, her voice rough with desire. "I'm planning on it, baby."

Perrie grins, tangling her fingers into the girl's soft curls so she can tug her up for another kiss.

It's going to be a good night, she can tell.

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"Let me get this straight," Leigh-Anne says calmly. "You took the hot girl home – the one with the amazing ass. You guys were making out the entire Uber ride back to your place. She had you up against your door, you were ripping her clothes off. And then she... cleaned your apartment?"

Perrie doesn't bother to remove her hands from where they're pressed over her eyes. What for? She already knows what Leigh-Anne's are-you're-fucking-kidding-me face looks like.

A low whistle sounds. "Wow. You're even rustier than I thought."

That makes Perrie sit up.

"I'm not rusty," she huffs, raking a hand through her hair. "I just... had a unique hook-up experience."

Leigh-Anne cocks a brow. "She cleaned your apartment, Perrie. The place where you live. She was right there, literally between your legs, and she hit the pause button. To clean your apartment."

"Like I said, unique," Perrie insists.

Leigh-Anne shakes her head. "That guy I went home with a couple months ago? The one who brought out the fruit-shaped ice cubes? That's unique." She jabs a finger in Perrie's direction accusatorily. "Your one-night stand was practically sponsored by Ajax."

Perrie pushes back in her chair, arms folded across her middle. "Almost one-night stand, you mean," she grumbles, half under her breath.

A loud crash sounds from across the coffee shop. One of the baristas have dropped something. Whatever it is, it doesn't sound like it survived the fall.

Leigh-Anne leans forward, brows furrowed. "Almost," she repeats carefully. Like she's testing the word out for herself.

Perrie briefly considers the merits of simply getting up from the table and walking away right now.

"You're telling me you didn't even have sex with her?"

Perrie springs forward in her chair, gesturing frantically at her friend. "Leigh-Anne!" she hisses, looking around warily. "A little louder, maybe? I don't think they heard you out across the street."

"How have you even survived this long?" Leigh-Anne demands, her dark brows knitted tightly. "Like, in life?"

"My fingers and vibrators," Perrie says wearily, painfully aware of how it comes out much more a lament than a quip. She runs a self-conscious hand through her hair. "Look, I was exhausted, okay? It was two-thirty in the morning, it took me forever to find the antibacterial wipes, I sat down on the couch for a quick break, and the next thing I knew, it was lights out."