𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ elaine; delays (3)

"So, where we going boss?" I glance at Elaine who wears a little black dress and black combat boots (an item I was sure she'd never own). She looks good though - that career in the modelling industry gets closer every time I see her. She rolls her eyes at the nickname.

"God Y/N, are you trying to kill me off before we even get there?" She groans, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and adjusting the position of her legs. I laugh a little at this and don't ask questions about her rigid posture change. It's self explanatory.

She said to dress for a night out so I pulled on the only acceptable outfit I brought to Amsterdam with me, a white ruffled mini dress. At least I know I had a similar idea? The look is finished with my black Chuck Taylors.

When we pull up I recognise the place immediately. I may not have been to this specific club but I know with a certainity that she brought me to some sort of gay club. I laugh as she hops out the taxi only to drag me out after her.

"Fuck Markinson, if I knew you were this eager to get in my pants I'd have asked you out alot sooner."

"Shut up L/N!" She shouts over the blasting of loud music and flashing strobes - at least there's no karaoke this time.

I'm pulled to the bar and immediately given shots. At some point in the night we make it to the pit of people and are dancing away but all I can feel is her ass grinding against me and the feeling of her body in my hands. She spins in my arms yet again jumping up and down, constantly being jostled by others.

"Can I kiss you yet?" She screams over the noise.

"Yes!"

This one word is all she needs, even in the state of intoxication she's at, for her lips to collide with mine. Her mouth is raw and wild- the taste of various vodkas and whiskeys flooding my senses. By the feeling in my stomach her lips moving against mine cause, I know I was infatuated with her a long time ago.

I pull her towards me and cup her face with my hand, the other sliding comfortably around her waist. Her teeth bite at my lower lip and I let out a quiet moan. It probably goes unheard over the music. Her lips leave mine unexpectedly as she starts to place hot, wet kisses down my neck, sucking harshly on the skin: desperate to mark me.

I drag her out into the cold night air, stumbling as we go, but her lips never leave mine or the sweet spot she seemingly found on my neck. She finally pulls away to admire her handiwork.

"God Elaine."

"Can I take you home?" She whispers, face so close to mine I can smell the alcohol in her breath. I don't mind though, the taste of it on her lips earlier was infuriatingly divine. Her eyes are blown wide and desperate, they plead silently in a way that sends shivers down my body.

"Yes." I whisper back before her lips are back on mine.