Part of Your World:A Chris Evans FanFiction

44.

 It was quite early in the morning when the party finally broke up, and Chris and I took a really expensive taxi ride back to the Hyatt. I rested my head against his arm, and he held one of my hands in both of his.

"Did you have a nice time, my love?" I asked him sleepily.

"I really did. Well except for that one bit." He laughed. "I really like your friends. Especially Shan and Amelia. They're good people. I liked seeing you with them too. And talking to them about you. I've learned a bunch of new things. Still not sure how I feel about Veronica though."

I laughed. "She's not for everyone, that's for sure. But she'll grow on you, like a cancer if you let her. I just really like how spontaneous she is. I always over think every little thing. You know? Ronnie doesn't seem to make plans ahead at all. It can be exciting."

"How did you meet her?"

"Jessica used to make me go to this LGBT group and she was a member. I wasn't super keen on her to begin with. But she does have this ability to just insert herself into your life when she wants to."

The taxi pulled up at the hotel. Chris paid and we walked through the lobby. Me clinging to his arm and leaning against him, my shoes in my hand.

"Can I ask you something about Jessica?" Chris asked.

"Sure."

"Shan said you guys were always dramatic, but you always talk about her like she was all love and light."

I snorted. "Jessica and I burned white hot and faded quickly." I said wistfully. "She was both a positive and a negative experience for me. She helped me find myself. Opened the world to me. But she was jealous, and untrustworthy, and in our last year together we fought a lot. Especially in public. I thought she was over it all. Like it was two years ago. We have been around each other since we broke up, we actually can get on okay most of the time. I guess she's been building me up in her head since I've been away. That can happen I suppose. Or maybe she just expected me to wait for her until she was ready?" I stumbled a little and Chris caught me. We stood looking at each other for a second and then broke down in drunken giggles.

"I am going to say something now, just because you're so drunk I'm going to assume you're not going to remember tomorrow." Chris laughed. "Jessica is fucking stunning. Is she a model?"

I started giggling and grabbed Chris' arm to stop him walking. "Right? She's a goddess. But no, she's a lawyer. I do punch above my own weight when it comes to hot significant others."

Chris pulled me into his arms. "Oh, a boxing metaphor, that's hot." He started dragging me along to our room again.

"Something about going eight rounds. Fuck, I don't know shit about boxing." I giggled.

We had reached our door, and I almost fell through it. Chris caught me, and I held onto his arms. "I have come to realise I didn't even know what love was until you. I really, really love you Christopher Robert Evans."

I pulled him down to me, and kissed him. It was wet and alcohol fueled. I started unfastening his belt. "Will you punish your dirty girl?" I asked biting my lip.

"No, absolutely not. We are both way, way too drunk for that." He said lifting me off the ground and carrying me to the bedroom.

"But ... red belt." I whined.

"Red belt will just have to go here on the chair." Chris said pulling his belt from the belt loops and placing it on a lounge chair in the corner of the room.