'And so the streetlights would carry us come'

'And So The Streetlights Would Carry Us Home' - part 1

Van groaned into your ear, his drunken body weighing down on your shoulders as you walked below the street lights that illuminated the early morning light. Although it was late summer the sky was dark with clouds, blurring out the stars and leaving you watching them closely in hopes it wouldn't pour down with rain, at least before you reached the comforts of home.
" We're almost home Van, maybe you shouldn't have drank so much". Your voice sounded more agitated than you intended, but You couldn't help feel irritated that the boys had given him so much to drink tonight. It had been Vans birthday and Bondy's plan to pump his blood with vodka shots and cider, you loved the boys but sometimes they didn't think too straight, especially with Van involved. During the night you'd slipped off to the girls bathroom and on your return found both the boys downing six shots at the bar, leaving you knowing exactly what type of evening you were in for, and after the boys leaving in their taxis and Van here losing his wallet, both the two of you had no money to pay for the ride home. So now you had to almost carry him all the way back to your apartment, not to mention the cold dirty concrete stabbing at your bare feet, as you'd removed your heels long ago with blue eyes here swaying all over the place. After walking for at least 20 minutes and the distant sounds of drunken voices had long been replaced with chirping birds and sleeping silence, you needed to stop for a rest, settling van up against a wall you crashed your back up along side him, huffing while trying to regain control of your breathing. He groaned, looking up at you through those long black lashes, while his head hung with guilt.
"I'm so sorry love, promise I'll make up for it". His drunken blue eyes pooling with affection. You tried not to melt at the love sick puppy expression plastered all over his face.
" You don't have a choice, of corse your making up for it". You huffed, blowing the sweaty bits of hair to loosen on your skin, huffing again when he smiled down at you, that usual cheeky, flirtatious grin forming on his lips. It was always moments like this, with that smile, that exact type of smile that made you turn your head in curiosity as you waited on his every word.
"how's about I make up for it right here, right now.." he winked, his boyish smirk growing wider. He left you to wait in suspense, pulling a cigarette from his jacket and sluggishly attempting to light it. He was irresistibly adorable. With a quiet laugh you took his lighter, lighting the cigarette and cramming  it back into the front of his jeans. Attempting to reform your crumbling act of annoyance, you exhaled harshly, crossing your arms and choosing to stare down at your dirty feet, making sure to look anywhere, except him. You had been in love with Van for years now, and knew he could probably always see right through your little act, but that didn't mean you were about to crumble and play along so easily. "Well how you gonna do that at five in the morning when you can't even walk straight?", you questioned, hands now on hips as you stared up at him. Van exhaled a lazy puff of smoke up toward the star clustered sky, before looking down at you again, the blue shade of his eyes growing darker with a trace of lust.
"Well..." he slightly slurred, eyes tracing down over your body before locking with yours again,  "Hows about you take of those clothes for me, and maybe you'll find out..". He grinned again, but this smirk only ever meant one thing.
You just stared at him in disbelief,
"In the middle of the street!? Ahah!..No chance!".  Van doused his fag below his foot, giddily lowering his face towards yours.
"C'mon love why not?, do it for me aye?, don't you wanna know whatta happen ifya do?".
As if somehow his drunken mind was clearing through the thought of it, you dropped your mouth agape, actually surprised at how serious he was being. Truth is, of course you wanted to know, Van always seemed to come up with new ways to surprise you, with the most strangest ideas, but You weren't about to crack just yet.
"Are you serious Van?, you want me to undress in the middle of the street?, and what do you mean do it for you?,  your meant to be making it up to me not the other way around".
You turned away then, laughing, but before you could take a step, Van stumbled forward grabbing your wrist, pulling you around to face him, tripping and slamming his drunken body into yours. You went to speak, becoming slightly aroused by his actions but stopped as you felt the Pitter patter of rain drops start to fall and heavily slap the concrete below, you both looked up towards the sky, very aware you still had at least another 20 minute walk before reaching home.
"Shit, were gunna get soaked"  you whispered, expecting van to sober up in the moment. He looked at you as you met his gaze, his expression very much the same as it was moments before, lust drowning in his eyes as his messy hair began to stick to his forehead. Rain trickled down over his cheekbones, over the curves of his lips, he was undeniably beautiful, the distant streetlights illuminating him from behind, his black jumper sticking to his torso. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of him, his lips slightly parted as he waited for you to say something. You gulped, trying to gather your thoughts, shaking your head as you pushed the strands of wet hair out of your eyes, thinking of the next logical thing to say.
"Van.."
He cut you off, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip, " I don't mind getting wet", he smirked.
You achingly pulled his hand from your lips, turning on your heel with his fingers in yours, pulling on his arm to continue the walk home,
"we are already wet, let's go". You croaked, coughing to clear your throat.
Van stumbled behind you a couple steps, taken aback by your actions, his drunken mind fighting with his sober thoughts. He Pulled you to a stop your arm jarring with his strength,
"you're not wet enough". He joked/moaned.
"Vannn" you whinnied, laughing through your nose. It was impossible to deny how cute he was being, but you also knew if you didn't get him moving now, he wouldn't give up until the rain would stop and your clothes were bone dry.
"Van, please We're soaked, c'mon I wanna go home, maybe then, and only then you can have me, but not right now in the middle of the street ok?"
Vans expression stayed determined, his feet glued to the tarmac.
"Van! I'm serious, come on!" you whispered seriously, not wanting to wake the surrounding houses.
"So am I!" he half whispered back, raising his voice slightly.
Rolling your eyes playfully at him, you balanced your wait off his arm,
"And if I told you to strip off all your clothes in the middle of the street would you do it?".
"Yes" he quickly interrupted.
You raised an eye brow intrigued. How much had he really had to drink tonight?
"Go on then", you spoke while looking him over. Without hesitation he dropped your hand, pulling his soaking wet jumper off over his head, dropping it to the floor as he tackled  undoing his belt buckle with slippery fingers, his hair stuck up all messy in different directions. Oh. My. God, he was a actually doing it.
"Oh my god No, NO!, I was joking, I'm JOking", you giggled historically, unable to keep quiet in the empty street. Wide eyed, you ran towards him, grabbing at his hands that had managed to slip the buckle undone. "Van, VAN! please STOP! I was kiddin" you laughed, tears coating your eyes as you used one hand to wipe them away. He looked up at you, pausing for a moment, the sound of your laughter filling his ears, and for the first time tonight he smiled half soberly."You know I love you Y/N". Smiling, you slowed your laughter, blinking at him, taken aback by his sober actions. you smiled wider at him, noticing the sweet look on his face, tears slipping down over your cheeks as you sniffed, rubbing your nose and the hair stuck to your skin with it.
"You know I love you too Van.., more than anything". You blushed, feeling embarrassed at how easy it was to let your words overspill when it came to him, shyly lowering your eyes to stare down at your dirty, wet feet in front of his scuffed, soaked boots. Van took your hands from his belt buckle and wrapped them around his waist, trickles of rain running down his skin and over the curves of your fingers when he pulled you in and kissed you eagerly, pressing his wet lips to yours, he wrapped his arms tight around your waist, his bare chest sticking to your clothes.
Van half broke the kiss, smiling against your mouth, leaving you to bite your lip at the want for more.
" I wasn't kidding tho Babe, your taking those clothes off even if I have to strip you out of 'em myself". You yanked your body away from him crying with laughter, gobsmacked by his constant stubbornness. Van grabbed ahold of your waist again, a finger looped in your wet jeans, he pulled on the hem of your shirt, tickling the Skin below, making you laugh louder in the sleeping street, he knew you were painfully ticklish.
"Van STOP!, that tickles, Van! pleASE!" you begged, struggling to breath . He wouldn't give in though, pulling it upwards until you had to surrender and let him remove it.
"OK!, Ok, I give up!" you giggled, pushing him away from you playfully, standing exposed in your bra, fresh skin for the rain to venture.
"Right!, happy?, you got what you wanted can we go now?"
Van's eyes trailed up and down your body, licking his lips and squinting his eyes through the rain, "hmmm I dunno, maybe...".
You stared at him, eyes wide for another time tonight in disbelief. "VAN!!.." you shouted louder than intended, laughing awkwardly to your self, feeling embarrassed once more, he giggled at that.
"OK, ok I'll make a deal, you can keep your jeans if I get to fulfil my promise when we get home, deal?"
You shook your head smiling down at the ground again, you were mad for the boy no doubt about it. "Fine deal,  if you will come with me right now", you locked eyes with him once more, "You can do whatever you want with me when we get home". 
"Anything?" He smirked.
"Anything" You smirked back.
And with that, Van picked up his jumper and hastily walked past you in the direction of home, swaying as he went.