YOU REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

chapter.five

Chapter.five

Chapter five - The one with the one night stands

Somewhere in Manhattan

Jesse opened his eyes slowly. His head was still heavy with sleep but his body clock had always been reliable and Jesse knew it was time to get up. Especially when he realised where he was.

He gingerly extracted his arm from under the sleeping blonde. He was an old hand at this and the girl only grunted a little before rolling over to the other side and going back to sleep. Jesse breathed a little easier and quietly got out of the bed, careful not to make a sound.

He grabbed his underwear which were tossed to one side and quickly put them on. His trousers next, checking he still had his wallet and keys. And then his shirt. Where was his tie? How did it ended up on top of that picture? He tiptoed a little to reach his tie and nearly lose his balance. He had to steady himself against the side drawer. The alarm clock wobbled and then went crashing down.

"Jesse?" the blonde said sleepily.

Jesse quickly bent down to pick up the clock, cursing a little under his breath. He was hoping for a quick getaway. He put the clock back to where it was before bringing his face closer to the dozing blonde.

"Hey," he cooed softly. "It's still early. Go back to sleep."

The blonde - what was her name? Bethany? Britney? He was not entirely sure - smiled sleepily, reaching out for him. "Come back to bed."

"I can't, baby," he whispered. It was easiest just to call them all 'baby'. He gently untangled her arm from his neck. "I've gotta go. "
The blonde was trying to pout cutely but she was far too sleepy.

"I had a fun time last night. Thanks for that," Jesse whispered. She nodded and buried her face into her pillow. Jesse waited for a few minutes until he was sure she was fast asleep before picking his way out of her room.

He found his shoes under a chair and his jacket hanging over a giant teddy bear. Jesse decided to put his shoes on outside. He didn't think he could stay another minute in that room. The blonde had seemed sophisticated at the bar and they had gone back to her place. On seeing the huge soft toys collection in her room, Jesse nearly bolted. But it was already really late and she was all over him so he stayed. It was very surreal banging a chick with hundreds of plastic eyes silently judging him and frankly, it put him off his game a little. Not an experience he'd want repeating.

Jesse glanced at his watch.

6.00 am.

Plenty of time to get home and change.

Same time, yet another part of Manhattan

Beca was trying to remove this rather possessive hand from clutching at her boob. God, how could a guy held on so tight to her boob even when asleep? She managed to pry it off finger by finger before wriggling herself free from the duvet and sliding gently off the bed. She stood up slowly, eyes peering in the half darkness for her things. Underwear? Check. Bra? Check. Clothes? Check. Shoes? Where's her shoes? Did she kick them off under the bed?

Beca was of two minds on whether she should rummage under the bed. You never know what you would find but she couldn't go home barefoot. She clenched her teeth and shot her arm under the bed and thankfully, she closed her hand on her shoes.

"Beca?"

Beca jerked her head up in surprise and hit her head against the bed. She cursed under her breath and got up slowly. He was sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily.