Weddings And Wine *MATURE*

3. We are not done

This party is so damn long! Maybe if I leave no one will notice, Elle thought to herself but then snorted, of course they will notice.

Elle sipped in the twentieth glass of wine. Glass, the bottles were not included. She was sitting alone at her table watching everybody dancing, having fun, sitting at the tables around her laughing, she saw Jake talking to his group of friends, Kyle included, Leslie was playing with the kids, everyone was doing something but she was just alone drinking like always. Until aunt Priscilla came from behind her and sat right in front of her.

Shit, she thought.

"Elizabeth, honey, I have been looking for you all over. Finally I found you." she said touching her arm which Elle was not appreciating.

"Aww, aunt Priscilla! Am I that important to you?" Elle said sarcastically.

"Of course, honey. I care about you. You never call me so weddings are my only chance to lay eyes on you."

Or question me, or eat me alive, Elle thought.

"I'm a very busy person." she said smiling adorably. Aunt Priscilla laughed.

"Oh, honey, how funny."

Bitch, Elle silently killed her with her eyes.

"How do I look, aunt Priscilla?"

"How you look? Well, you could've done better but I guess you look okay." she said looking up and down at Elle.

"And what about my makeup? Do I need some touching?"

"Oh definitely, honey."

"Well, I must fix it then. Excuse me, aunt, it was lovely seeing you." she got up and started to walk towards the bathroom.

"Wait, we still have to talk about that fiancé of yours. Where did you find him? Are you paying him or something? Maybe blackmailing?" she yelled at her trying to get her attention.

Elle snorted, what a bitch.

She was about to enter the ladies room when someone bumped into her.

"Geez, watch where you're going, will you?" she looked up and found two beautiful blue eyes that from far could be recognize as Jake's. "I'm...I'm.."

"Sorry? Well you should, you stepped on my very expensive shoes." he said smiling. That son of a bitch is so gorgeous that I just want to lick his face, even when he's being more sarcastic than I usually am, she thought. They both were playing a very dangerous game, they just didn't know it yet but they might, very very soon.

Seeing that she didn't talk back he looked at her intensely. What was happening?

He looked carefully at her face watching every flaw, every beauty that complemented her. She was just beautiful to his eyes and no one could ever say otherwise, he always took an interest in her but now that he got to know a little bit of her he was in for everything just to know her inside and out. First it was just sexual attraction but now it was double the sexual attraction and a mutual understanding. Both had difficult families, both drank their problems although one hid their feelings the other one out spoke them easily.

"Can I try something and you promise not to be mad at me?" she muttered getting close to his body.

"Yes, please." he muttered back without even thinking about his response or hesitating to whatever she was about to do to him. Or with him.

All of a sudden he was pushed against the bathroom door making it open, once she was inside she locked the door and looked at him with an intense look, pure lust. He watched her every move until she grabbed him by the neck and kissed him with everything she had within. He kissed back and putted his arms around her pulling her as close as he could. She felt every muscle he had on his back and shoulders while he started to slowly lower his hands stopping at her bottom and grabbing it like he needed it for support. With this gesture she felt safe enough to jump and wrap her legs around his waist, he immediately took her near the washbasin and sat her there touching her legs under the dress.