"Baby, please."
"I don't know, Shawn..." You say and fiddle with the strings of his sweater. You look down at him as you two sit on your living room sofa, you on his lap. Shawn leans his head back against the cushion and rests his hands on the backside your thighs as he pouts at you. You feel your cheeks warming.
"I promise you it'll be fun." He says and squeezes your thighs.
Shawn's meeting a few friends of his at a bar tonight and he really wants you to come too. They're some of his closest friends and you still haven't met them. You're not too sure you want to go, though.
It's not that you don't want to meet his friends. - Of course you want to get to know them. You just don't want to meet them at a bar... Where there's beer...and sticky hands, or... Ugh. - It's not your scene and it never has been.
Shawn knows this and that's why your situated like this, with you on his lap over his pouty eyes. He looks at you as he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckle gently.
"I'll be with you the whole night. It'll be just you, me, Jake, Darrell, and Fred. No more." You stop fiddling with his strings and feel yourself caving in as you raise your other hand to his cheek. You sigh,
"Fine," A grin etches on Shawn's lips and you remove your hand from his to point at him. "But you can't get as drunk as you were last time."
Shawn rolls his eyes but smiles, "Deal." He leans in and pecks your lips. Before he gets to pull away, you surprise him by grabbing his neck and kissing him again. He smiles against your lips and brings a hand to your cheek as he deepens the kiss. You feel his tongue against your bottom lip and you open it to welcome him. He pulls you closer to him on his lap until your chests meet and you sigh when his hands goes to grab your ass.
Your lips leave his as they slowly travel down his jaw to his neck. You feel his pulse against your lips and you hum as he breathes out shakily.
"Baby..." Shawn gulps as you suck gently on the spot behind his ear. "We don't have time for this. We're supposed to leave in 20 minutes."
"You're sure I can't convince you to stay home?" You say against his skin as your lips reaches his collarbones.
"Oh, I'm sure you can, which is why I'm telling you to stop now." Shawn says and you smile as you move your head from his neck.
"Come on," He says and removes you from his lap. "We only have 18 minutes now."
***
The bar is crowded and the air warm as you step inside the small entrance. You walk in with Shawn traveling behind and you stop to grab his hand. It looks like it's easy to get lost in here. You gnaw on your lips and let Shawn take the lead towards the bar-area. He gets to the counter and turns around to look at you.
"Want anything?" He asks you and you glance unsurely at the bartender.
"I-- uh..."
"Hi, could we get four shots of tequila, please." Shawn says. You raise your eyebrows at him but say nothing as the bartender hands you the small glasses. Shawn watches as you lift the shot to your lips and with a blink, you throw your head back and swallow the liquid. You grimace at the taste and Shawn grins at you before biting into his lime. He takes his two shots without even so much as an eye twitch. You squint at his smug smile and snatch his lime out his hand, before drowning your other shot. The tequila leaves a stinging feeling in your throat and you quickly bite into the lime to mend it.
