Peryl: a collection of drabbles

Lights of the night city...

When the ship with the cast and crew of the movie "Mamma Mia!" returned to port, it was well past midnight, but this fact did not embarrass anyone at all. They did a great job and deserved this vacation.

A friendly crowd poured out onto the pier.

- Let's go to the club," came a cheerful drunken voice.

- Let's go! - came a cheerful drunken voice in reply. - Meryl, are you coming?

- Oh, no, guys, - she shook her head. - I've had enough for today. Otherwise I won't get up tomorrow," she laughed.

- Oh, okay, - Amanda hugged her movie mom tightly.

- Let's at least have one last drink," the same cheerful voice suggested.

- To hell with you. Come on," she laughed.

There were cheers in response, which were interrupted the next moment by the sound of breaking glass. A bottle of expensive alcohol met the asphalt and shattered into tiny shards.

- For luck," exclaimed one of the girls.

- Exactly! - The others agreed.

The next bottle was luckier. It successfully reached its destination, filling everyone's glasses with its contents.

While a few people were ordering cabs for everyone, Pierce pondered the eternal question, "To drink or not to drink?" Even though his legs were struggling, he decided to join the majority and continue the fun at the club. We only live once, after all.

He was about to leave when his drunken, slightly distracted gaze caught on the shards left behind. The thought immediately flashed through his brain that leaving such garbage behind was, at the very least, not a nice thing to do. People or animals could be hurt by these shards.

Without thinking, Pierce bent down and immediately began to pick up the glass in his palm. He had only a few fragments left to pick up when someone called out to him. He clutched a sharp shard of glass in surprise, hurting his hand.

- Oh, shit," he muttered under his breath, trying to put his hand over the small but deep wound.

- Are you all right? - Phyllida said worriedly. - Should I see a doctor?

- Come on," he said. - We'll put a band-aid on it and it'll be fine. A cab driver should have a first aid kit.

- Oh, no! - I put my arm out in front of me. - We're going to the hotel now, there's a trauma center there. The wound, at least, needs to be treated.

- I'll drive him," Meryl said. - We live close by anyway.

- Close? - I was surprised. - Why didn't I know you lived close by?

- Because you men, as a rule, do not see anything further than your own nose, - she grinned kindly.

- Are you sure you don't mind? - Phyllida added excitedly. She was torn between her desire to join the main part of the team and her eternal longing to be a part of the rest of the crew.

The lights of the nighttime city flickered quickly outside the window, and there was a heavy silence in the backseat of the car. As she looked out the window, she could feel his attentive gaze on her, struggling hard to fight the urge to reciprocate. Cab is not the place for the manifestation of such contradictory feelings, which long ago overcame the thoughts of the actress.

***

Meryl breathed a sigh of relief as the car pulled up in front of the hotel. Briefly saying goodbye to the driver, she hurried out of the car, not waiting for her companion, respecting the limits of propriety, opened the door for her.

As quickly as the degree of their alcoholic intoxication allowed, the couple crossed the hotel lobby. They decided not to go to the emergency room, deciding that they would do with the strength of the first aid kit, because the blood had already stopped flowing ...

If in the car the woman was afraid to look at him, then in the cramped elevator cabin, on the contrary, she looked at him without taking her eyes off.

- Does it hurt? - she asked quietly.

- Nonsense, - he whispered, and then shortening the small distance between them, touched her cheek with a light kiss. - Sorry," he smiled lightly. - I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you," his alcohol-fogged brain refused to follow his tongue and what it was giving off.

- Just on the cheek? - I smiled slyly. She seemed to have forgotten her own sanity in the cab.

Pierce grinned and finally closed the distance between them, pressing an obscenely hot, sensual, and impatient kiss to the alcohol-flavored woman's lips.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun, as the doors opened with a distinctive "zing".

- Let's go," he said, not the least bit embarrassed.

I followed her. Even in the cab he clearly realized how tonight's night would end.

She took him to her room. There was no first aid kit in Pierce's room, as he assured her.

- Go in there," she waved her hand toward the spacious living room. - I'll take this--" I had to stop talking and return the kiss.

- Wait," she said after a few seconds. - I need to treat your wound.

- I don't care... then... - the rapidly growing tension demanded to be released. - Ouch," I whispered involuntarily, catching the wound in the fabric of her sweater.

Grinning, she swung open the nearest door. She pushed him toward the bathroom, forcing him to sit on the edge. She pulled a small bag of medical supplies out of the locker. She pulled out a couple of vials and a strip of germicidal plaster.

While Meryl was diligently treating the wound, the man wasted no time. The fingers of his free hand slowly pulled the light sweater off her shoulders, leaving the woman in a dress that suited her perfectly. And how he wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible....

- Done," Streep said with a smile. - Are you comfortable?

- More than comfortable," she said with the same smile, not thinking about the bandage on her arm.

He pulled her in for a kiss before she could put everything back in place. She yielded to his pressure. His tongue demandingly parted her lips, penetrating inside. His hands slid nimbly down her waist, seeking to reach the patch of skin unprotected by clothing.

The woman's breathing quickened as he lifted her slightly and left the confines of the bathroom

- Over there," she pulled away from his lips for a second and waved her hand vaguely in the direction.

Literally falling into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. While she was removing the belt from his pants, Pierce skillfully undid the dress.

The woman's legs spread wide, allowing the man to nestle comfortably between them.

Her last sensible thought was that tomorrow she would regret her own recklessness. But that would be tomorrow.

And in the next second, a few steady, smooth motions made all thoughts leave her head. A long moan escaped her lips, pulling the man even closer....