Moira

Vintage

It had been two weeks since that night. The brothers were getting ready for the party which was going to be held at 'Vintage'. Christopher was ready and was waiting for his little brother in his room, he was searching for a nice tie that would go with his black suit. "Take the red one. " Christopher suggested. Peter nodded and started tying it.
"I wonder if she would be there. Moira. I wish I could meet her again" Peter said in a requesting tone. Christopher's face turned hot, he was wishing that too but he tried his best not to show his desire on his face.
"She could be. Well, let's go! It's time" he said pointing to his watch and went straight out and sat in the car.
After a while they reached the hotel, they entered it and met their businessman friend Michael Frank. He was the one who had invited them, it was his wife Rose's birthday. The couple gave them a warm welcome and Peter handed out her gift to her, which she received with a smile and went to meet another guest. "You see, Rosie has invited many of her girlfriends, try your luck boys! I also got two bedrooms for you too" Michael said with a grin. " Tell that to Peter, not me! I'm too old to chase girls now. And thanks for the bedrooms, now at least I can get drunk with ease." Christopher said in a serious note and started searching among the waitresses who were dressed in green dresses. "Oh Shut up! By the way I don't need to tell him, he is already searching among the crowd!" Michael laughed looking at Peter, whose eyes were wandering desperately through the crowd. " Uh What? Oh! No no! Nothing like that Mike! I'm just looking at the crowd that's all!" Peter gave a smile. "Okay! Christopher, you might want to meet the new Casino owner, the one at Foster street. Come with me." Michael motioned Christopher to come along. Christopher went with him, leaving Peter where he was.
"Margarita?" said a familiar chirpy voice.
Peter turned around to see someone whom he had been searching so desperately. "Moira! Hello there! I was just looking for you and here you are. Missy, you are bad at keeping in touch." Peter remarked with a smirk. "You knew my address! You did not give me your phone number. So, now who's bad at keeping in touch?" Moira remarked.
She looked wonderful in her green dress. She had her red hair open and they flowed down to her waist, her green eyes looked like emeralds. She looked like a jewel which Peter wanted to claim all for himself.
"Okay sorry! And thank you!" Taking the drink from her tray. " You seem busy, so you better meet me after the party!" Peter told Moira.
"Yes I will, and is Christopher here too?" her eyes shining bright and cheeks suddenly turning red said with excitement. "Yes! He went that way. Serve my big grumpy brother a lot of drinks! And after you have done that, he will laugh till his stomach hurts!' Peter winked and showed her where he went. "Is that so? Then wait and watch!" Moira giggled and turned to the direction in which Peter told her to go.
As she went, Peter gazed at her with loving eyes, that green dress hugged her slender figure. He looked at her hips and the way they swayed. He wanted to grab her slim waist and hold it against himself. He wanted to kiss her soft lips till she was breathless. He wanted to kiss her long neck. He wanted to feel her loving embrace, he wanted to love her. But above all, he wanted to be loved by her.
Moira saw Christopher with a serious expression on his face. 'God can't he just smile even for a moment? Silly cow!' She thought and laughed thinking about his reaction when he would come to know that she called him a silly cow. A lady passing by gave her a weird look. She looked the other way and started walking towards him.
Christopher was getting bored of the conversation he was having with that Casino owner. He did not seem someone who could be much of a gain to him, he excused himself and started walking the other way and bumped into a waitress. Thankfully she did not drop anything, she was careful. He looked carefully and was shocked and at the same time pleased to no end, though he did not show it on his face. "Moira! Oh God I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Christopher asked in a concerned tone. " Yes! Come on take a drink! And bump into people more!" she laughed. He took a drink and smiled. "How are you? It's been long since we have met. I was wondering how you are doing." he said with a red face. She looked at him and smiled, " Oh I am wonderful! And now I'm even better to know you missed me!"
"I did not say that." he looked at the ground sipping his drink trying to hide his face which had turned even more red.
"It's okay Chris! I know you don't want to be the softy who missed me!" she said. "Did you just call me Chris? Really! You are one brave girl!" He said with an amazed reaction. "Am I not allowed to give you nicknames? Come on! Don't be such a bore. We are friends, remember?" she said. Christopher had only opened his mouth than Moira offered another drink, she gave him a suggestive look and he took it. She kept on offering him more drinks and he kept on taking it, it seemed impossible to deny her. Christopher was afraid that he might do something stupid and make a fool of himself in front of her. After four drinks he started to giggle a little. And Moira knew that she had done her work.
Peter came and saw her with his brother. 'So she did it' Peter thought with a smile. But he knew that Christopher would be furious when he would become sober, that he was left all giggly in front of so many people. And poor Moira might have to face his wrath. Peter came behind Moira and whispered in her ear " You see when my brother will be in his senses he will kill the both of us, so let's take him to the room Michael reserved for him, please?"
Moira looked at him and nodded. Peter told his brother to follow him and he did so. Moira got one of her co-waitress Sam, to help them to their rooms. Christopher kept giggling throughout the way and kept questioning about where he was being taken. At last they reached the room, Peter and Moira helped Christopher to his bed, but as soon as they started leaving Christopher caught hold of her hand, "Don't leave Moira."
Moira told Peter to wait outside and assured him that she will join him soon. Peter left her alone with Christopher and shut the door. Christopher looked at her, " Moira, you are so beautiful."
"Thank you Chris, oh I mean Christopher."
"You can call me that if you like." He pulled her close, their lips were near, her hair covering there faces. He shifted her hair to one side,"Look at you! You look like an angel my love, your eyes, they are just like gems and your lips. Your lips" with that he pulled her closer to give her a soft kiss. She was surprised at first, but she responded with a deeper passion. He tasted of alcohol. But it was one heavenly feeling. She rested on him, he snaked his hands down her hips and massaged them, she opened his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. He growled with pleasure and pulled her closer. They stopped, and Moira started to leave. He caught her hand but she let loose and kept his hand on his chest and kissed his forehead, "Not now. Sleep Chris." And Christopher closed his eyes and drifted into his dreams. He kept taking her name. She wanted to stay and continue loving him, but she wanted him to love her when he was in his senses, not like the way he was now. As she left she looked one last time at his calm and handsome face and smiled. "Sweet Dreams My Love."
She came outside to see Peter standing, "There you are! You took long! By the way lets go to my room and have a nice chat." "I can't Peter. I have to serve." Moira said. "Please Moira, they can work without you. Please. I really want to spend some time with a lovely friend, you see, I don't have many." Peter pleaded. It was hard for her to refuse him, especially with puppy face he had made right now and he was a darling, so nice to talk to.
"Okay."
"Yes! This ma'am" he showed her towards his room which was right next to Christopher's room.
They went into the room, both of them sat on the couch. "You drink right?" asked Peter. "Yes! What are we going to have Pete? Uh do mind if I call you that?" Moira said.
"You, pretty lady have the liberty to call me anything you want." Peter smiled at her.
They both started drinking, at first they only joked and Peter kept telling her about his weird and funny experiences at some of his adventures as a mafia. She could totally see that he was not the serious kind of a criminal, she was confused about how such a wonderful and lively person come from such a notorious family. After a few glasses, they both were pretty drunk. Moira started weeping, "I don't want to go home Pete! I just don't want to. It's so hard, it's so hard."
Peter kept a hand on her shoulder,"What's hard Moira?" She raised her head and looked in his eyes. It was really painful for him to see her like that, he felt helpless, he wanted to make her free from all the worries, he wanted to make her the happiest person on Earth. "My aunt, she blew up all the money which was meant to be, that bitch stole everything from me! Everything! I wanted to go to college, I wanted to become a marine biologist. I was the best student in my school. My dad was so proud of me. Now look at me! I'm nothing, I'm worthless. I am nothing!" saying that she fell into Peter's arms. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. " Moira. Never say that again. You are perfect, you are the best thing that could happen to any living being." with that he kissed her lips. They were soft and tasted of her strawberry lip balm. She lost all control over herself him back. He opened her the zip of her dress while she unbuttoned his shirt. He sucked down to her long neck, she gave out moans in pleasure. He took of her dress and then his own shirt, she clung to his masculine body and started kissing his torso. He took of her undergarments and lay her down, he started kissing her breasts, she massaged his head with her fingers, he started climbed up and kissed her lips again.
He slided down and licking her breasts, her stomach and finally came down between her legs. He licked her swollen clitoris. He started licking her passionately. "Oh Peter! Oh!" she started moaning. After they were done, Peter picked her up bridal style and took her to bed. He climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately. It was like a dream for him. He cupped her breasts in his hands and pressed them, making her moan. She wrapped her legs around his waist, with a strong thrust he was inside her. First, his movement was slow, making her ask for more and slowly he became fast, she kept saying his name, "I love you." Peter said in a deep voice. She just groaned and clawed at his back. He kissed her and bit her. After fast and powerful thrusts, he got off her and wrapped her in his arms. He kissed her at the back of her neck, as she rolled off to sleep. "Sleep well, my love." and after a while, he too, fell asleep.