The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

Tequila

"Happy birthday, dear Sarah! Happy birthday to you!" The classic birthday song fills the sitting room located in Mitch and Sarah's NYC flat. She blows out her candles as her friends celebrate her day.

"Thank you for coming!" Sarah says to her friends who have gathered. "Who wants cake?"

"I'm gonna go get another drink. Need a refill?" I say in my husband's ear. My glass is empty, and I'm ready for another margarita.

"'M good thanks!" Harry says, turning his face towards me. "I've still got a little." I'm pretty sure Harry has been nursing this glass of tequila all night, and I'm slightly surprised. "Can I get a kiss from my wife?" Harry puckers his pink lips softly, and it sends shivers down my spine.

"I love when you call me that." I say, moving in close, allowing my lips to land on his with a soft peck.

"My wife?" Harry has a smirk on his face that makes my lady parts tingle. I've been his wife for exactly a week, and I don't think I will ever get sick of him calling me this.

"Mmhmm." I stand up from the couch. "I'll be back." Stepping over my husband's legs, I make my way to the kitchen. Setting my glass on the counter, I pour some tequila and Cointreau into a shaker and squeeze a lime in as well. Throwing a few ice cubes in the metal container, I place on the lid and shake the contents inside. The movement of my arms causes me to stumble slightly, having to lean against the counter to catch myself.

"Goodness." I say under my breath. I pour the liquid into my glass and try to remember how many I've had tonight. Is this my second? Or third? Shrugging my shoulders I decide that it doesn't matter because Harry and I can sleep in tomorrow. Plus, I don't have to drive.

Raising the glass to my lips I take a sip of my drink, just to test the proportions and make sure I got them right. The margarita hits my tongue, and I instantly feel warm. The drink is smooth as it streams down my throat.

"Yeh alright?" Harry asks as I stumble over his feet on my way back to my seat.

"Yeah. Just tripped." I giggle softly. Setting my glass on the coffee table. I pull my pink jacket open and peel it off my arms. Resting my jacket on the back of the couch, I adjust my necklace and reach for my glass.

"Does anyone else remember the concert in Chicago where Sarah's drumstick went flying?" Adam asks from across the room.

"Oh let's not...." Sarah starts to end the conversation about the time she almost killed Harry during a energy filled performance of Kiwi!

"Yeh mean the time I almost died!" Harry's hand lands on my upper thigh. My skin burns under his palm. I take another sip of my drink, the ice clinking against the glass.

"Oh stop being dramatic." Clare teases Harry.

"Wha'? 'M serious. I was minding my own business singing a song when a stick comes flyin' past my face." Harry says with a small chuckle. His thumb moves along the skin of my thigh in small circles, and I can feel a rush of liquid begin to ruin my knickers. I cross my legs and the friction that comes from the movement makes my insides growl. I take another sip of my drink.

"I'm sorry! It just slipped." Sarah's cheeks are brushed with blush as they talk about the event.

"That's what they all say." Harry jokes to his drummer, and the group of friends laugh. "Gonna get some water." Harry pats my knee and stands up, making his way towards the kitchen. I waste no time; standing up, I follow him into the kitchen with my drink of course.

"Darling.... what yeh doin'?" Harry says as I push my body up against his back. Pressing my boobs against his back, running my hand across his stomach and up his chest.