Drunken Miracles

Those Fluffy Handcuffs

The club was so packed full of sweaty bodies and alcohol induced young adults that the second they walked into the room, all Taylor could smell was booze, sweat and body odour. The DJ had the whole place booming with songs that instantly made her start to sway her hips and dance slightly.

Nate looked down at her, amused, before yellng something in Oliver's ear and starting to drag Taylor into the centre of the pit of dancers, his hand the only thing keeping her from not losing him in the girating bodies of people around them.

Stopping suddenly, Nate turned and pulled Taylor closer to him, smirking slightly as his hands settled on her waist and the beat instantly caught them. She smiled back and started moving with him with the pumping club music, feeling the rhythm and feeling slightly exhilarated when she saw some girls eyeing Nate up appreciatively, because she knew he was here with her, not any of those girls. Her.

Taylor couldn't quite pick what suddenly felt different, whether it was the dancing or the way that his eyes kept roaming her body, but an idea popped into her head as soon as she caught the glint of his bracelet by the strobe lights.

Leaning up towards his ear, Taylor blew out a breath before talking. "So what's the date on your bracelet?" She asked seductively, her hand that was curved around the nape of his neck sliding underneath his shirt, and she felt the muscles there tense.

"Yeah," he murmured in her ear, his lips brushing against her lobe, his breath hot against her neck and cheek. "It was quite clever of you, I've gotta give it to you."

Taylor smiled, her lips grazing his jawline and making him shudder slightly. "I thought so. So what is it?"

Nate's hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer as the beat changed. She could feel every muscle under her, contracting and expanding, and it made her all flustered and hot all of a sudden.

"It's the date of when you ran into my room and took advantage of me at my party the first time."

Leaning back and hitting him square in the chest, Nate laughed and grabbed her hand, holding it against him. "I was kidding, you couldn't take advantage of me if you tried."

Raising an eyebrow, Taylor stepped forward and sealed her body against his, moving her hips slightly and watched as his eyes grew dark, his jaw tightening as she felt his body start to respond.

"Maybe that's all I'm doing. Taking advantage." Taylor teased, knowing there was as much arousal in her eyes as there was in his.

"Then you can keep doing it." Nate whispered, before leaning down and kissing her so hard that Taylor saw stars. Running her hands into his short cut hair, she kissed him back, the bodies around them melting away as he attacked her with his mouth.

She was so, so glad her self control wasn't so steller at that very moment, because if she had actually managed to hold off, then she wouldn't have this, with him, and that actually caused her chest to tighten just thinking about it.

Pulling away, breathing ragged, Nate smirked and grabbed her hands, tugging her away from the dance floor. Eventually, after finding Oliver and Kally, Nate shouted something at Oliver that he just nodded at in response, too absorbed in Kally to notice them leaving.

Kally turned and winked at Taylor as she was tugged away by Nate, mouthing someting to her that Taylor only just understood when they reached the door.

"You should have got the fluffy handcuffs." Taylor blushed, knowing Kally would be laughing at her right now.

"Is your mum home?" Nate asked, and Taylor shook her head, thrums of excitement sending sparks of electricity down to her toes and tips of her fingers. As they slid into Nate's car, she checked the time on the dash, which read 12.13 AM. They'd been at the club for two hours, but she couldn't wait to get away from the place.

All she wanted was Nate.

He revved the engine and tore out of the parking lot, starting the ten minute drive back to Taylor's house. The truck started getting too hot, and Taylor was about to crack a window just as Nate pulled up her drive, jumping out and rushing around to Taylor's side. He yanked the door open, smiling, and instead of jumping out, Taylor yanked him by the shirt collr forward, watching as his face turned surprised, before she crashed her lips to his and felt him step in between her legs, pushing her further back into the truck.

His hands ran down her thighs and Taylor moaned,arching, when Nate swore and sat her upright, pulling her out of the truck with her legs around his waist and slamming the door behind her, shoving her up against the truck side.

"No. Not in the truck." He grunted as she ground her hips against his, his head tilting back slightly, giving Taylor the room to lean forward and kiss his neck, nipping at his clenched jaw.

"Why not?"

He smirked, walking her towards her front door without dropping her to her feet, and used her key to open it before answering.

"Because," he said in a low voice that had her body quivering as his hand pulled down her zip and placed her down, watching it pool around her feet. "We'll need more room than the truck compartment. Besides, what would Ms Morrison say if she saw you having sex in your driveway?"

Taylor laughed airly, undoing the buttons on his shirt as his hands caressed her bare flesh. "I don't think I'd ever be babysitting her kids again."

Something sitting on the table in the halway caught Taylor's eye, and she frowned, picking up the parcel addressed to her and Nate. Walking over to it, and ignoring Nate's groan of protest, she picked up the small package and ripped at the birthday paper, then almost dropped the box in embarrassement.

That bitch. Nate walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder and as soon as he saw what was in her hands, he started to laugh. Really, really hard.

"There from Kally. And Oliver." Taylor seethed, glaring down at the tacky looking red fluffy handcuffs. Nate grabbed them out of her hand and threw them across the room, smirking down at Taylor.

"We'll find use for them later." He said, picking her up again and continued the fiery passion that Taylor loved so much with him.

Then it clicked, and she fought hard to contain it.

She loved him.

They didn't even make it upstairs.

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This is a bit rushed and quick and short, but hey, I wanted to get the second part of his birthday out. So, I DID IT :D

:)