Ransom Notes

First Night

Ransom and I head out of the bar, looking around as we do, "you need a ride?"

"Uh..." I look around as well, "Yeah, I took a Lyft here, so..."

"Get in," Ransom keeps looking around as he gets into his BMW 3.0 CSi. As he gets in he starts the car.

I get in and shake my head, "What are you worried someone's gonna see you with me?"

"No, it's just that I have a weird family and I wouldn't find it odd if they sent someone to follow me." He laughs as he turns on the radio, rolling his window down, hanging his arm out the window as we start off.

I look over to him, with a smirk, "you up for a wild night, Drysdale?"

"My life is wild already, so one night won't change anything," I can sense the sarcasm in his voice, "what did you have in mind?"

"Sneaking back into my place, maybe some crazy sex," I shrug, "so now that I think about it, not that wild of a night. That's an average Friday for me."

"Didn't I tell you that you really look like me, in everyway. What if your parents catch us?" He laughs, glancing over to me.

"My mom is so drugged up on vodka and painkillers she's probably already passed out, by now. And my dad is most likely too busy fucking the housekeeper to care."

"Where do you live?"

"Do you know the Cushing estate?"

"Yeah, you live close to there?" As he asks his Ransom's phone rings, but he doesn't answer it.

"Uh, I live there." I look over to him, waiting to see his reaction.

"Okay, that's not too far away, I could use a wild night." He turns to me with a smirk, "what?"

I shake my head, "just not the normal response I get. Most guys would have backed out by now."

"Why would I back out?" He laughs, looking back to the road.

"Have you not heard of me or do you just not believe rumors?"

"I don't believe rumors, I believe what I see," when we pull into my drive away, Ransom kills the engine.

I smirk over to him, from the other side of the car, "then come and see." I walk up the front steps of the house.

Ransom walks up behind me, whisper yelling, "what, are we gonna walk right in the front door?"

"Yep," I nod, opening the doors, shouting, "Barnaby, I'm home."

As we walk into the main room, Barnaby walks into the entry room, "I was wondering when you'd be back." Barnaby pauses for a moment looking over to Ransom, "who is this?"

"Ransom, an over night guest."

"Well, you two have fun," Barnaby nods, before heading back into the room he had come from.

Ransom looks to me a bit surprised, "who's that? and why are we walking through the front doors like we're the guests of honor?"

"That's Barnaby, our butler, we have a rule, I tell him what's going on and he stays out of my business, and we're walking in like the guests of honor, because you are." I turn to Ransom, taking a few steps backwards, before turning back and heading up the stairs. About half way up the stairs, Ransom takes my hand, "what afraid you'll get lost?"

"Yeah, something like that," he chuckles, "where is your room?"

"Just up here," we walk for a couple more yards before I open my doors, revealing my large room. With a large bed in the middle of a wall, a few mirrors and chairs near another door in the room, with some clothes on them, and two doors across the room, leading outside.

"Wow, you really are living the life here, Charlie. Sure you don't wanna swap your mother for mine." Ransom looks around the room, taking another snort of his coke as he does.

I take the time he's looking around to change out of my dress into a sweater, but leaving my legs bare. "I'm sure, and you will be too if you ever meet my mother." I chuckle softly.

Ransom gets closer to me, as he removes his coat, leaving his sweater on, his hands in his pockets. "You're sure a tease, babe."

"You should get used to it," I smirk to him, before turning and walking, barefoot, toward the bed. Once there I crawl onto it.

"Are you gonna help me take off my shirt or do I have to do it myself?"

I shrug my shoulders, "it depends on how quickly you get over here," I move to the edge of the bed and drape my legs over the edge, my legs spread but my arms between them.

He walks over to the bed, removing his shoes, shirt and slacks, never breaking eye contact. When he gets to the bed, he sits next to me and I get up on my knees so I'm just a little taller than him, placing my hand below his jaw, gently lifting his head so I can kiss him, the kiss is soft and sweet. He kisses me back, than takes both my hands, laying me down on the bed, with him on top of me. Both of my hands in his as he keeps kissing me. I intertwine my fingers with his, kissing him, adding a bit more passion to the kisses. He moves down to my neck, then my chest, tightening his grip on my hands.