Love's Not A Competion

Love's Not A Competion but it gets awkward.

I turned and left the room, embarrassed. The moment was over and I needed to be alone. But I was at a party and no one gets peace at a party.

I heard Ricky swear and hit something as I left. I passed Simon who asked me something. I wasn't listening.

I realised as I got to the main room of the house why everyone was not so subtly coupling up. This is exactly what I hate about New Year parties. All my friends had someone to kiss at midnight. I never did.

"Wait!" Ricky grabbed my arm and jerked me back towards him. I wobbled and fell into his arms. "I just..."

"What?" I snapped.

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by people starting to count down. Next thing I knew his hand was in my hair again then his lips on mine. Hot, passionate, desperately wanting me to reciprocate.

And I did. Oh it was heaven! Now I felt the fireworks in a kiss. Now I knew what people meant. Something was different with Ricky, I felt something. Something amazing. My fingers clawed into the back of his striped tshirt, wanting more and never wanting to let go.

He broke off the kiss for a moment, pulling just far enough way to see nothing but those bright blue eyes. "I said I just want to kiss you." he growled, a rumble from his chest that I could feel in my body too.

"I'm not complaining." I giggled in between kisses.

Suddenly he pulled away. I blushed again when I saw some people watch us, some with disgust at our public display of affection and some with a smile.

"Sorry, I got kind of carried away." Ricky was explaining to a friend.

Carried away was an understatement. I'd forgotten where we were for a moment.

"Was that a bit much?" Ricky asked, turning back to me with a cheeky smirk like a guilty child. "I didn't mean it to be so public."

"It's ok." I blushed. I hardly ever blushed but tonight I was like a tomato.

"Should we go and talk about this somewhere less public?" he asked.

I nodded and let him guide me back to the kitchen where he gestured to a sofa for me to sit.

"I'm going to get straight to it." he told me as we sat down. "I like you a lot. I don't want this to just be a snog at a party."

"I like you too." I replied. "I'm not sure you'll like me so much when you get to know me though. I'm not good enough for you. You're a nice man, a really funny guy but I'm just too shy for you. I don't trust people very well."

"Let me decide about liking you." he told me as he took my hands that had clenched into fists on my lap. "You can trust me. We won't rush, we'll do it our way. When we're ready. Ok?"

I nodded. "I haven't done any of this dating stuff in a long time." I told him. "I kind of gave up looking for Mr Right after my ex."

"Well, he was clearly Mr Wrong and doesn't know what he's missing." he told me as he pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me waist. "You can trust me."

"That's what he said but then," I paused, not entirely sure I should be telling him this but I felt I really could trust him. He was looking up at me with worry.

"Did he cheat on you?" he asked.

"Worse." I told him in a low voice, mentally recoiling at the memories. "He hit me when I wouldn't have sex with him."

"Oh my darling." he groaned and hugged me tighter. "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll never hurt you."

We stayed in the hug for a while, not feeling the need to talk. It was Ricky who broke the silence.

"I've just realised I don't have your number." he said. "I'll need that if we're going to arrange going on a date."

"Let me just..." I tried to reach over to the table where I'd left my handbag with my phone. Maybe if I stretched a little further.

"Jesus woman," he laughed. "You've got a boney bum!"

"Not as skinny as yours!" I teased and gave him a cheeky kiss before trying to get off his lap.

"Very lady like!" he laughed as I almost slid onto the floor, showing my knickers. "You saucy cow! You alright?"

"Yeah, I've done worse!" I laughed as I got up to get my phone out of my bag and returning to the sofa.

"Alright lovebirds?" Whitey asked a while later when he found us still on the sofa chatting and laughing. "That was quite a PDA earlier. Don't hold back next time. Just rip each other's clothes off in Piccadilly Circus next time!"

"Were we that bad?" I grimaced.

He grinned at me. "Nah, it's nice to see our Rick happy. A little slobbery but happy all the same."

"I was trying to be romantic!" Ricky protested.

"It was very romantic darling." I patted him on the arm.

I hadn't realised the time until I started to get tired and realised I should find Taylor. Hopefully she'd missed me since I disappeared a few hours ago. Although when she was with Jim she was in a world of her own. I loved her to bits but she had an awful habit of loosing her sense of time when she was with Jim. I headed back to where I'd last seen her passing some of the band who grinned at me, Peanut elbowed me in the ribs and winked at me.

Sure enough there was Taylor and Jim practically being intimate on a sofa. I cleared my throat loudly.

"Oh hey babe!" Taylor slurred. "Where have to been?"

"I made some friends." I replied.

"I saw! Who was that guy?" she asked.

"That's Ricky, he's a singer." I told her quietly. "Are you guys going to be long? I've got work tomorrow. I shouldn't be too late."

I bid goodbye to the guys, getting hugs all round especially from lanky Simon who lifted me off my feet in a bear hug. Lastly I said goodbye to Ricky with almost as passionate kiss as our first, pushed up against his front door frame on the way out.

"Come the F on Bridget!" Taylor called from the car.

"Bridget?" Ricky asked.

"It's from Bridget Jones cose I'm everyone's chubby, single friend." I explained.

"You're defiantly not chubby and I've just taken care of the single part!" he laughed and slapped my bottom.

"Cheeky!" I squeaked.