Pure As Vodka

Scene 6

I haven't seen Ashton the whole day and as it seemed I also won't see him tonight since I can hear the music blearing from his house. He is clearly throwing a party and I have to admit it did bother me that he hadn't even asked me if I wanted to come.

I am trying to read a book for our English class. Normally I would have no problem with it and I would've it through in a few hours but right now I can't concentrate. The music is blasting loudly and I can hear the voices of people everywhere.

Even when I close my window I can still hear cheers and the buzz of voices. I sigh as I lay 'The Catcher In The Rye' down and get my iPod, plugging the headphones into my ears and turning on Olly Murs instantly. Better.

I get back to reading my book but not for long. Even though the music's gone I still can't concentrate on this book which isn't boring at all. My mind has other plans so instead of processing the words my eyes are sending to my brain, it doesn't even mind them and goes through other thoughts.

Every few seconds my mind wanders back to what is bothering me most about Ashton throwing a party. It's not that he didn't invite me. The thought of him flirting away or even doing more with another girl was making my brain run amok and stomach churn.

I am reading the same sentence for the seemingly thousands time this evening but don't even get to the end of it as my mind provides me with yet another picture of Ashton and a girl. Why shouldn't he be with another girl it's not like we are anything exclusive, all we are is just a 'secret'.

I sigh as I turn up Olly Murs even louder causing 'Why Do I Love You' to blare through my ears. Of course exactly that song must come up right now when I can't stop thinking about Ashton. But do I really love him? I really like him and he causes butterflies to run wild in my stomach but could you call that love already?

I don't know. I don't have a clue. I've never felt this way. I've never even been in love before. I wish I could talk to someone about this but all we are is a 'secret'. I could tell Abbie or Grace but what help could they be to me? They aren't a bit more advanced at these topics than I am and besides them there was only one person I could talk to about it. There was no way I would talk with Allison about it. She hated those guys.

A loud thump rips me from my thoughts and I jerk up and turn to the sound. The room is lit dimly by my bedside lamp so all I can take in is a tall silhouette by my window. But after my eyes get used to the light I can make out a sparkling pair of eyes and a head with wild locks on it.

"Ashton, what are you doing here?" I ask a little surprised as I thought he would be at his place having fun with some girl like he always did in the stories I had heard of him.

"The party is rather boring so I thought that we could have some fun." He says sheepishly even though the slur in his voice ruins the act of innocence a little.

That aren't exactly the words I was hoping on but I don't fucking care right now. He is here, with me. My heart jumps in excitement as he isn't with some school cheerleader or much cuter girl than me but instead he decided to come over, to me.

"So whatcha wanna do?" I ask him as I put my iPod aside and stand up feeling all giddy. As always he towers over me even though I'm bigger than most girls and boys with a height of about 5.9 feet.

His green eyes bore into mine lightly glazed by the alcohol he must have consumed before coming over. I watch as his eyes wander down to my lips and back up to my hazel ones. I know what he'll do he always does that right before-

"This." He rasps out breaking my thoughts and finally leans in, pressing his soft lips onto mine in a hungry kiss.

This isn't soft, it's passionate and needy. It's lustful and I return the kiss with the same intensity as I open my lips willingly to let his tongue in.

He takes over control instantly as he pushes me back against the wall his hands rubbing up and down my hips as I wrap my arms around his neck and submit to his dominant tongue ravaging my mouth and stealing my breath.

His hands wander over my body causing my shirt to ride up a bit and I gasp when I feel the rough skin of his hand touch my soft skin on my hips. He grins into the kiss at my reaction as his hand slips more under my shirt and up the outline of my back causing me to shiver and roll my body more into his. A little growl escapes his lips as my hips meet his and his hand travels back down to my ass.

"Jump." He rasps out while his lips wander from the corner of my mouth to my neck causing me to moan lightly. I am way past thinking at this point so I instantly do as he says as I jump and wrap my legs around his waist a little clumsy but it doesn't matter since he is holding my body tightly.

I don't really know how but shortly after we are already on my bed and I neither know when or where my shirt went nor where my short did. All I know is Ashton's touch and nothing more matters to me.

A sudden wind breeze wakes me up and makes me wonder. Normally I don't sleep with my window open, too scarred of potential burglars.

I cuddle deeper into my pillow before opening my eyes, which widen in shock. There right in front of me lays Ashton with his naked chest exposed and blissed smile on his lips while he lightly snores.

It takes my brain a moment to remember, but when it does a smile forms on my lips too. Last night I lost my virginity to no one else but Ashton Irwin himself.

"Is it already time to stand up?"

It's only a murmur, but I hear it anyway as close as I lay to him.

"It's 9."

"Too early. So stop starring and go back to sleep." As he says this he lays his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. Skin on skin he is fast asleep in seconds but I can't seem to do the same since my heart is racing from the touch.

It's an hour later when he opens his eyes again.

"Good morning, sweetie."

"Go-od morning." Every time he uses the nickname I suddenly get shy again and my cheeks turn a little darker.

We lay in silence for a while just looking at each other until he looks over my shoulder to check my alarm clock. With a sigh he falls back on my pillow.

"As much as I love laying here with you I should probably get going to at least try and clean some of the mess up before my parents come home."

He looks kinda sad but it doesn't match the uneasy feeling in my stomach. He seems to sense my discomfort as he kisses my forehead. "Don't worry we'll see each other soon I promise."

With that he lifts himself up and the duvet slips down further, exposing more of the perfection he calls his body. A light chuckle leaves his lips.

"Like what you see?"

My cheeks are burning. He gets up completely and looks for his boxers before slipping them on. Next are his shorts and trainers but he doesn't bother to put his shirt on which I don't complain about.

"Thanks for last night, sweetie. It makes our little secret even more special." With that he leans down again and gives me one last breath taking kiss before disappearing through the window.

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