Be Merry

part 2

Emma tugged on Axel’s hand, leading him towards her apartment, which was close to the bar that she had met him at. Nerves slightly tickled her belly, but she willed them away as she turned to Axel with a smirk on her face.

“You ready for this?”

“Are you?” Axel shot back, and it was so cute how he tried to be macho around her.

“Babe,” she said, leaning closer to him and putting her hand on his chest, enjoying seeing him swallow. “I was born ready.”

“How are you so confident?” he asked from behind as she unlocked her door.

“M’not,” she answered. “I just act like it.”

“So you’re nervous right now?” he questioned.

“No, you’re easy to be confident around,” she turned around and winked at him. “You’re so easy.”

“I am not easy!” he said, indignant.

“I asked you if you wanted to fuck and you said yes,” Emma pointed out.

“What guy wouldn’t say yes if a girl came up to him and asked to fuck?”

“Good point,” Emma said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into her dark apartment.

Axel sputtered as she did so, and she really wanted to kiss him properly this time, because he seemed like a sweetheart who was just a little lonely, especially around Christmas, and maybe just a night with a girl was just what he needed to get in the Christmas spirit.

Emma flicked on the lights and almost laughed at Axel’s face when he saw all her Christmas decorations.  His face was one of distaste and he turned to her.

“Please tell me that you don’t have decorations in your room,” he began. “I don’t think I could do anything with a girl if there was a snowman watching me.”

Emma laughed, despite herself. “No snowmen,” she promised.

“Good,” Axel huffed and he looked around a little awkwardly. “Well, now what?” he asked.

“We get drunk,” Emma said simply. “One night stands aren’t any fun unless you’re drunk.”

Axel started to say something, but Emma couldn’t hear because she was in the kitchen, grabbing all the alcohol that she had and brought it back out, setting it on the coffee table in her living room, kicking off her heels and flopping on the couch. Axel stood awkwardly, hovering around her.

Emma glanced up. “Well, you can take of your shoes, relax a little bit,” she said, patting the seat next to her. “Come on, I don’t bite, that hard,” she teased.

Axel shot her a look as he took off his jacket, revealing a button up shirt underneath that hugged his muscles nicely, and Emma’s breath caught in her throat because damn, she didn’t expect Ebenezer
Scrooge to be so ripped.

Axel sat next to her cautiously, his body tense as Emma poured him a shot and one for herself. She handed it to him and grinned. “Bottoms up!”

She downed it and when she came up for air she was pleasantly surprised to see that Axel had done the same, slamming the little glass on her table.

“Now maybe you’ll loosen up, yeah?” she teased and bumped his knee with her own.

Axel flinched a little bit, his eyes on her legs clad in leggings under her dress. Emma bit back a grin as she saw his eyes travel up her body.

“Another shot?” she offered, and Axel accepted.

In about an hour, Emma sat back and laughed at Axel.  He was hilarious when he was drunk, being loud (that was usual for drunk people but nonetheless) and he wasn’t hiding the fact that he was openly checking her out.