little fears // Shourtney bits & pieces

3. these violent delights have violent ends *explicit*

DISCLAIMER. This one is explicit. I don't know how it happened. I'm a bad and shameless person. I also regret nothing. Honestly, I was cackling madly to myself while writing this. If you don't want to read such content, feel free to skip this one entirely. I'm afraid it's impossible to skip only a part, since it's basically one big scene and we go straight into the action.

Check out some notes at the very end, as well.

Shayne 02:54

I know we said no shenanigans, but there's this secluded bathroom on 2nd floor & not a soul in sight. Would be a shame not to take advantage...

Courtney 02:55

gimme 10 mins ya horny boi

*

It took her fifteen minutes just to ditch Keith and Noah, who tried to recruit her to try their "new and revolutionary drinking game." She made up an excuse about being tired and wanting to nap for a bit, which also let her climb the stairs without suspicion, because bedrooms available to guests were on the third floor. She went as far as the second, though, and found Shayne behind a corner, leaning against a wall next to a door, waiting.

A mischievous grin crept onto his face at the sight of her.

"We could just use the actual bedroom, you know," Courtney said.

He took her hand and pulled her into the men's room. "We could, but where's the fun in that?"

Courtney inhaled sharply, and he kissed her with a growl once the door closed behind them. They soon stumbled into a stall, making out frantically.

"Where's the real, awkward Shayne?" she managed to breath out, while he busied himself with placing open-mouthed kisses on her neck. "Did you murder him?"

"Better believe it is me," he said, chuckling lightly against her skin. "You just haven't seen me under the influence of Courtney Miller before." He had her against the shaky wall, his hands roaming around her waist, and it felt obscene, and wicked, and exhilarating, and absolutely right. "Any complaints?"

"N-none," she stuttered, twisting her hands into his hair, their lips colliding. She felt slightly dizzy, and despite the wall pressing against her back, it proved difficult to maintain balance, so one of her legs, almost without her permission, slid up his calf.

At that, Shayne abruptly broke off the kiss to look her in the eyes, a nervous frown on his face. "How much did you drink?"

"A glass of wine," she admitted with reluctance. "Over two hours' period. That's nothing."

"And did you eat anything? Because you just wobbled and I can't—"

"I'm fully sober, Shayne, I promise. You don't need to worry."

"Courtney, that's what any drunk person would say."

She groaned. "This was your idea!"

"I know," he sighed. "Didn't think it through. Me. I didn't think it through. Let that sink in. You've had me hypnotized, you pumpkin spice witch."

She rolled her eyes. "Listen, Shayne, what I know for sure is that I'm super turned on right now, and this consent issue is starting to get on my nerves, and it's also making me even more turned on, and if you don't do something quickly I'll fucking punch you in your stupid perfect face."

She saw him surrendering while she was speaking, and once she was done talking, he breathed one more sigh, nodded, and glanced down. His hand unhurriedly went to the rim of her dress and pulled the fabric up. He flattened the palm across her lower stomach, his fingers danced around the waistband of her black boyshorts. "Only if you're—"