Marcus Lopez Imagines

Drunken Courage

Not mine I got this from Tumblr I will make my own some day. This contains somewhat of Smut.

The party is already loud and pumping by the time I arrive at the house. Shabnam vowed he’d never throw another party after the first one but somehow he got talked into throwing another one. My best friend dragged me out of bed in our room and is making me go, claiming I need to get out of the dorm and have a little fun.

So she pulled out this lacy bodysuit I bought a couple months ago and some black skinny jeans. I went to grab a jacket but Nanda slapped my hand away. She grabbed my hand and pulled out of the school and out to Shabnam house. She hinted that Marcus will be here and that I should make my move on him tonight. It’s been a month since Maria broke up with him for Willie, Marcus has acted different, more distant and to himself. I’ve been crushing on him since he arrived but I’m just too damn shy to do anything about it. We flirt but it tends to be a more snarky and sarcastic flirt, nothing too serious.  It drove Maria nuts for a while when she’d caught us. We assured her it didn’t mean anything and stopped. Then she ended up with Willie and Marcus and I started our snarky flirting again.

Walking into the party I feel somewhat more relaxed, the atmosphere a chiller vibe then school tends to be. Nanda already dancing through the house to find the drinks, I stay put against the wall, watching as people dance and drink. I haven’t seen a sign of Marcus yet but Maria is here with Willie and their kissing being all sickly cute. I gag looking away as Nanda comes back handing me a red cup with alcohol. “Cheer up! Have some fun!” she shouts to be heard over the music. I sip the drink wincing at the slight burn.  

“Let me get a few drinks in first then we will see,” I say taking another long sip of the drink, the burn becoming less noticeable. Nanda grins, pulling my hand to dance holding my drink up in the air I dance a grin coming across my face, she was right this will be fun. Getting a refill on the drink a couple times I start to feel the buzz turn into a more tipsy feeling as I spin around drinking thinking I’m dancing. Across the room, I spot him. Marcus, leaning against the wall smoking looking around like he’s bored. Between being tipsy from the alcohol and the confidence that I feel from my outfit I approach him. Moving across the room, when he sees me, I change my walk to something a little sexier, his eyebrow raising.

Standing next to him I grab his hand kissing his cheek then leading him out of the room and outside where it’s a little quieter and nobody is out here. Wrapping my arms around his I grin. “You are sooo cute!” I say in an almost sing-song voice, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. Marcus puts his hands on my waist studying me so we both don’t fall over, I can smell the weed and alcohol on him.

“You are drunk.” he simply states like I don’t already know the obvious. Smiling stupidly I nod.

“Very drunk, and you are high and drunk,” I state poking at his chest giggling. Biting my lip I stand on my toes slowly leaning in. “What are you gonna do about it?” I ask his hand slipping from my waist to rest just above my butt. I peck his lips, then kiss his cheek and face everywhere moving down to his neck giving him a hickey.

“W-What are you doing?” he asks quietly enjoying the attention. I shrug kissing his lips again.

“Making my move,” I say my face and lips close to his again. Marcus takes a moment, gathering his thoughts then he kisses me pulling me close. It lasts for a second before he pulls away.

“No. I want this but not like this, you’re drunk.” he steps back a little, keeping his hand on my waists so I don’t fall over. Pouting I cross my arms.

“But I want this,” I say moving close again. Marcus smilies, a soft smile.

“I do too but when we’re both sober and will remember it.” he holds my hand the fresh air sobering me up a bit. He’s right, it’s better if we do this when we’re both sober. “Why don’t we dance then I’m taking you back to King’s.” he brings me back inside, hands on my hips as we dance. I lay my head on his shoulder the alcohol making me suddenly sleepy. Holding my hand Marcus find Billy, Petra and Nanda letting them know he’s taking me back to King’s. Nanda gives me an approving look and I shrug still a little tipsy. The walk back to King’s is nice, the air sobering and chatting with Marcus about mundane things.