The Champagne Lovers

Two

I was suddenly very aware of the alcohol that was coursing through my veins and the possible effect that was having on my judgement in this moment. The feel of his calloused fingertips squeezing the skin on my hips as he pulled me back into his chest, the feel of his body was warm on my back but still had goosebumps flooding across my skin. He waited for my reaction before moving further, his breath warm as he dipped his head slightly into the crook of my neck.

On the one hand we both clearly wanted this, we are both consenting adults, both single, not hurting anyone, the tension that had developed between us, if I'm honest over the last couple of weeks, had really come to fruition over the course of this evening, so why shouldn't this happen?

And there we had the other side of this, for me anyway.

I technically worked for the tour company, but there was no getting away from the fact that in a round about kind of way, I worked for Niall, and I loved what I did, if my marriage and the last four years had taught me nothing, its that I loved life on the road.  The excitement of that adrenaline when the lights went down in a stadium every night, knowing that the next day we would be doing it all again, but with a different venue, a different crowd and a different set of challenges.  This is the life I wanted, it's what I loved and I was really good at it.

This tour was a career making tour and there was no quicker way to destroy that opportunity than to get a reputation as the girl who sleeps with the performers. The last thing I wanted was to cross this over into the work we were doing, and ruin that for us both with awkwardness and tension. It wouldn't be his career that would suffer, it would most certainly be mine.

I had a decision to make, quickly, was I going to let this happen with Niall?

I reached back into the pocket of my jeans carefully sliding my phone into my hand, unlocking the screen and hitting the call button on the recently dialled numbers;

"Hi... yeah this is Lizzie... I'm not going to need that last car after all... yeah just cancel it please... perfect thanks... will do... bye"

This was all the confirmation that Niall needed to drop his head and connect his lips with the skin on my neck, the feeling making me draw in breath quickly and tilt my head leaning into him slightly with my eyes closed.  I placed the phone on the table in front of me turning my body in his grip so I was facing him.  His face pulled back slightly, was inches from mine, his clear blue eyes shining against the orange sunrise that filled the studio, the small flecks of dust visible as they swirl through the rays of morning light;

"Are you sure about this?" His voice was low and deep, that accent soft waking the butterflies deep in my stomach

At this point there was no doubt in my mind that I would ever be able to resist him and its not like I was looking for anything more than what his one moment promised, its one moment, this one feeling, this one encounter. 

Unable to find my words, he was leant forward into me, his hands flat on the table behind me on either side of my body, I placed my hand on his chest, my eyes never leaving his as I grazed my fingers over the cotton of his shirt feeling the muscles in his shoulders as I gripped the back of his neck pulling his face down to meet mine. 

His body reacted instantly, his arms sliding up my back and lifting under my arms as he placed me onto the table easily, moving forward to stand in the space between my legs, my skin still tingling at his touch as he explored my body, his kisses fierce and frantic, full of passion and desire. 

Any nerves or apprehension I felt dissipated as I became consumed by him, the warmth of his skin, the slight rough texture of the scruff adorning his face, the smell of his cologne that seemed to completely envelop me, the feel of his musicians fingers as they grazed the soft skin of my back, working their way under the fabric of my T-shirt, I forgot the world around me for just a moment, I forgot where we were, my sole focus being him.