Guilty Pleasure

Teenage Fever II

AN: This takes place before part one.

"I fucking hate my boyfriend" Robyn whined as she downed what was left of her third cup of vodka with coke.

If that was true it would be great. Amazing even.

"I fucking hate your boyfriend too" Aubrey replied, nursing his own drink.

It was long past midnight. After Mel, Jen and Katy left the party with their boyfriends, and with Chris no where to be found, Aubrey and Robyn found themselves in the kitchen getting hammered.

"Yeah" Robyn muttered, going straight for the bottle of neat this time "And where the fuck he even is?"

God.

"Who cares?" Aubrey rolled his eyes. He didn't give two shits about that guy. Really. Fuck him.

"It's a party, your party. Why the fuck are we moping around? You look far too good to be—"

"Cause—"

No.

He wasn't about to have this conversation with her again.

Fuck, no.

"Fuck everyone" he stated "Let's go dance"

Robyn bit her full bottom lip and tilted her head to the side.

"Fine" she finally huffed "But only because I'm drunk"

"You're about three glasses past drunk babygirl" he smirked.

"Fuck you" she chuckled as he helped her up.

"If only you'd let me" he grinned back. He wanted Robyn, so much that it drove him mad.

Taking her hand in a way he only could when she was drinking or they were alone, Aubrey led her out to the middle of the living room that was their dance floor and pulled her close. Robyn locked her arms behind his neck and began moving to the fast-pace tempo without much concern to who may have seen her.

Aubrey took her by the hips and pressed them against his own, reveling in the feeling of her body so close to his. The sensation went directly to his dick like a bolt of lightning causing him to groan quietly.

Too good.

Green eyes looked up at him through her long lashes as she wrapped her hands around the ends of his white t-shirt and pulled him even closer. She brought her red lips to his in a teasing manner, gently leaning away every time he tried to make their lips meet.

"Stop teasing" he murmured "I've had a rough day"

"Not my problem" she shrugged, sliding her hands down his chest.

"Really?" he asked her, spinning her around in his arms and grinding against her ass "Cause you're making it your problem babygirl"

Robyn continued to sway to the music, brushing up against him in a deliciously sinful way. Aubrey groaned and pressed harder against her body, she seemed to fit against him just perfect. Her head rolled to the side when his lips found her bare, sweet shoulder.

"Not here" she scolded.

He growled and dragged her up the stairs. Finding her bedroom easily, he situated himself on her bed and unceremoniously pulled Robyn on top of his lap.

"This better?" he asked, capturing her lips with his before she had time to answer.

"Definitely" she murmured, kissing him back passionately. Away from the main room, the music was near muted but the heavy bass could still be heard. Robyn began to sensuously move her hips against him.