(there aint smut but there's like..... graphic make out shit that has the potential to be called smut idfk what ppl categorize as smut ANYWAYS dont read if you hate that kind of shit or if you're like 12. there might be smut in the next chapter tho I D K bye)
The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, drinks, and sloppy kissing, and that last bit intensified a little bit before Aria and Luke decided to leave the club to go back to her apartment; what they were both after was clear to most everyone around them. After bidding slurred goodbyes to the rest of the gang, and Aria left the keys to her Cadillac with Kimmy.
"Please Kimmy don't wreck it oh my gosh," she blubbered to her friend, and Kimmy shook her head, rolling her eyes at her. This was the norm whenever Aria got so drunk that she couldn't even see straight, and, though she thought that her and Kimmy weren't on good terms, perhaps she thought wrong.
"I won't wreck your baby," Kimmy shook her head; the fact that Kimmy was completely sober was something that was a miracle, too. Whenever they actually went out to drink, Kimmy at least got a little tipsy. She wasn't a drunkard, like Aria, but she wasn't completely innocent, either, "Go and have fun."
Kimmy then pulled Luke aside, and looked him straight in the eyes, no expression whatsoever on her face, "Don't be silly; wrap your willy!" Luke laughed drunkenly and then took Aria's hand again, leading her out to the exit of the club, where they would desperately try to hail for a cab for what felt like at least fifteen minutes
The warmth of the back of the cab was a welcome change to the slight desert chill that was always present during the Las Vegas nights.
The ride in the back of the cab to her apartment was a bit fuzzy, as well. She distinctly remembered Luke saying some things that she really couldn't repeat ever, and more kissing because why the hell not, right?
Busting through the door of her apartment, she hardly put any thought into what she was doing anymore; her inhibitions were eradicated, the alcohol was fire in her veins, compelling her to do what she'd wanted to do for a while now, if she was being really honest with herself. Luke's lips were pressed to her lips, his hands roamed her body, and the heat that flared up beneath her skin was almost too much to bear. "Fuck," she mumbled as she nipped at the skin of his neck, her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.
"My thoughts exactly," Luke replied wittily, sweeping her off of her feet in one swift motion and carrying her over to the hallway to her bedroom, kicking the door open when he reached it, and kicking it closed behind him.
Setting Aria down on the bed in a not-so-gentle way, he practically pounced on her with an intensity that she wasn't used to, but she was sure she liked this. Her senses were on overdrive, every slight touch, every kiss felt like utter bliss. It wasn't that she was inexperienced, that was for sure-- and also, a lie-- but there was something about Luke's touch that set her senses on fire, like he was fanning the flames that lay just beneath her skin.
"Rose," he mumbled between sloppy kisses; she could see the light of the city projected onto his face, courtesy of the blinds that were almost always just slightly cracked open, "I need it. I need you."
His eyes bored into hers, and for a moment, the heat was forgotten, and the world stood still. It wasn't as if he'd really said anything that was groundbreaking; for the past few days, there'd been tension that neither of them could deny. But hearing him say that set her soul alight like it hadn't been in a while.
"Me too," she bit her lip as he reached behind her slowly, sensually, grasping at the zipper of her dress and unzipping her.
In her eager frenzy, she helped him take her dress off-- it was way too hot in here for that old thing anyways. Luke tugged his t-shirt over his head in a way that drove her mad with anticipation, and he smirked at her.
