She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic

She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic. Part 7.

Two small tables were pushed together to try and make enough space for the dozen or so people surrounding them. Unfortunately there were a couple of seats short as I was squashed in the corner of a couch-like bench on Noah’s knee. As comfortable as I was (which I would never admit - especially to harper) I couldn’t help wriggling and groaning in frustration every time my elbow banged against the armrest.

Apart from our group, and the workers, the pub was near enough empty, although anyone who walked past the open door would think it was crowded with people considering the amount of noise everyone was making, the main source being Harry’s drunken boisterous laughter.

Mostly everyone was near enough drunk and chatting idly to one another. Harper and Noah were discussing what they could remember of the party yesterday, whilst I sat there pretending to be interested in the conversation but my thoughts were more focused on deciding how to make my first move on Noah to gain another 'point.'

I admit, this little ‘game’ Noah and I were playing made me look a little bit like a slut but if we just kept it to ourselves and didn’t tell anyone else, especially Harper, I could deal with it. But that could be the fact that every time I even stand close to Noah my heart slightly speeds up whenever we touch, again I would never tell Harper about this I don’t want her jumping around, boasting about her assumptions between Noah and I. Not that there was much to gloat about. It wasn’t like we were in a relationship or anything, it was just a little challenge we had going on and because of Noah’s handsome looks this ‘challenge’ is kind of hard to stop, and it’s not so easy to resist either.

Sliding my hand up his leg and innocently nodding my head at Harper, pretending I wasn’t up to anything as my hand was out of her view. I could feel him tense under my touch at the unexpected contact but I slowly turned my hand in the opposite direction and slid my hand back down his leg as he let out a ragged breath. I repeated the movement but this time put a small amount of pressure on top of his privates as Harper asked Noah another question about the party. When Noah started to answer he tried to move my hand away but I had a different idea, I moved my hand to the top of his pants lifting up his shirt slightly so I could get access to the button of his pants. My fingers started to fiddle with his zipper while my other hand lightly traced patterns on the bottom of his stomach. He let out a shaky breath as I started to unzip his pants at a slow pace.

“Are you okay Ace you seem a bit… shaky?”

“Uh… yeah,” He gulped as my fingers entered the gap in his pants, “I-I’m fine-eee.” His last word ended in a moan as I started to grind on him discretely. He tried to cover it as a cough but Harper just looked at him, giving him a strange look.

“Right,” she said slowly, and then looked at everyone around the table, “So are we going clubbing now or what?”

The response came back as a lot of cheering and some whistles, mostly everyone started to stand and exit the pub to which I assume they are going to the club around the corner.

“Are you coming Dyl,” Harper shouted from the entrance.

“Yeah I’m just finishing my drink, I’ll catch you up don’t worry.” She looked at my empty glass on the table then raised her eyebrow at me but that expression was soon gone as she looked from me to Ace.

“Yeah, you finish your drink,” she not so subtly winked at me and ran out the door before I could respond.

I sighed and turned to Noah a smirk slowly growing on my face, “So I guess it’s a draw now, huh?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “I guess so but could you not have done it in a, I don’t know, somewhere not so public?”

I shrugged innocently, standing up, “I found it quite amusing to watch.”