NBA

The Snapback {Blake Griffin}

Rated R

The strong smell of alcohol and weed engulfs her senses as she pushes past all the intoxicated people making her way towards the drinks table, so she too could become as intoxicated as everyone else in attendance to the ever so popular party. She pours herself a drink consisting of vodka and very warm coke; she takes a sip of her beverage before scanning her eyes amongst the crowd.

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she feels two strong arms wrap around her waist, she relaxes when she hears his thick voice, "There you are, Ana," Blake whispers into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe as he awaits her response.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a few things to do," Ana murmurs feeling his soft lips press chaste kisses along her neck, she releases a moan as he kisses her sensitive spot. Blake smirks against her neck as he sucks a tiny bruise onto her soft skin. "Blake," she says pushing his head away with her hand gently, stepping out of his embrace, he groans.

"What?" he asks glaring at her slightly.

"Do you always have to do that?" she whispers looking around them making sure no one saw their intimate display of affection.

"Babe, c'mon it's only a small mark," he chuckles handing her the drink she was sipping away at before he interrupted her.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she says glaring at him, causing Blake to chuckle making Ana glare at his reaction. "It's not funny, I'm not your fucking personal sex toy, Blake," she says harshly pushing away the drink causing the liquid to spill onto his black shoes.

"You're the one that keeps coming back to me, Ana, remember that," Blake growls before storming off in the opposite direction.

Ana knows she should walk out the front door, go back to her house and leave Blake to calm down, but her legs are already moving in the same direction Blake took off in.

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Ana finds Blake in the garage alone, sitting on the grey wrecked couch they kept in there to have somewhere to sit when they're playing beer pong.

She feels herself grow wet at his appearance, his attention is focused on his phone, which looks tiny in his large hands; his snapback is perched perfectly on his head and his feet are resting against the worn coffee table.

"Staring is rude," he comments, his jaw in a tight line. Ana feels a blush creep up her cheeks as she realises he's noticed her obvious staring.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said, just sometimes I feel all you want from me is sex," she sighs sitting down next to him, leaning back on the surprisingly comfortable couch, he ignores her apology.

"That's not true, it's a party, Ana, people hook up at parties. It doesn't mean I think of you as my personal sex toy," he mumbles still staring at his phone.

"I know, I'm sorry I said that," she says awkwardly.

"Why are you here anyway?" he asks, glaring at his phone. Ana rolls her eyes taking the phone out of his hands.

"Because for some stupid reason I like being with you," she shakes her head holding his phone out of his reach as he tries to take it from her grasp, giving up when she speaks, "And, I wanted to apologise," she says watching as he mumbles something along the lines of whatever before crossing his arms over his chest, frowning like a small child who hasn't gotten their way.

Ana sighs again slumping against the couch as they sit in silence, the only noise to be heard in the dusty, cold garage is sounds of the party muffled by the door.