Sitting in the club, you are at the bar drinking your wine. You had invited Tim to join you, as you always did, but of course he wasn't here. You and Tim were always close, but you knew he was all work and no play. No distractions. He liked it that way. You didn't.
After about 2 and a half glasses, you were getting antsy. Tim running through your mind. You flipped through candid shots of him on your phone. Focusing on his features; eyes, smile, hands. Oh God, his hands.
By now you were soaking wet and hot. Even in the short black dress with spaghetti straps and low back, you were burning all over. You decide that Tim was going to see you weather he were here or not.
Striding toward the bathroom with purpose, you pull your phone out of your bag. You snap a few shots of you in your dress, you without your dress, in the red and black lingerie and black heels, and finally, one of you completely naked. Without the wine, this would not have happened. Tim had never even reciprocated your flirting or even eluded to the fact he even found you attractive. But fuck it, right?
***************15 minuets later*************
You had one more full glass in your by now and you were pissed to say the least. You could see he had read the message almost as soon as it was sent but he hadn't replied. You huff and go onto the dance floor to find someone to grind your frustrations out with. Some blonde idiot put his hands on your hips during some Post Malone song ad you go with it. You sway to the beat and grind your ass into his crotch. When the song ended, Ariana Grande's 'Breathin' starts playing. You push blonde away and dance on your own, grabbing a sip of your 4th glass of wine. As the song picks up, you move your glass above your head and sway your hips slowly to the beat. As the second chorus starts, you feel strong hands digging into your hips, pulling you into the man behind you. His voice a whisper in your ear. "I was on patrol, you fucking tease." It was Tim. Holy shit. You've never heard him use language like that before.
"I'm sorry Timmy," you slur, "I had no idea." You try to turn but he holds you in place. "Then I see you dancing with Andre the Giant over there. You were grinding on him like a little slut, weren't you? So what do you want, (y/n)? Me or that idiot?" He kisses your neck while the two of you dance. He was angry. Part of you thinks he was only upset because he thought he lost his chance.
"You." You sigh, suddenly more sober than ever. "That's right, babygirl." You spins you to him, kisses you with all his heart, then breaks it to drag you to the bat mobile in a back alley. "There's water in there. Drink the whole bottle and when we get home, I'll show you how a real man should touch you."
