In which they're drunk.

[allmydreams]

[Cowritten with aplayfulpup. Set after THIS.]

She was drunk.

Being drunk in New Jersey was a bad idea, and she should have known that. She wasn't even sure why she was in New Jersey anymore. She was fairly certain she had a reason when she got there, but now she couldn't remember it. Now there was just the warm, fuzzy feeling of alcohol, and she just wished that her head had the warm fuzzy feelings to match. It didn't. It was just emptiness and anger and sadness because she knew the situation with Aaron was her fault. She could be happy and warm and fuzzy right now if she could just learn how to keep her mouth shut. A shrink would call it self-sabotaging. She just considered it her being stupid.

She had been staring at the phone in front of her for the past hour, fighting her inner desire to just pick up the phone and see if she would either be finding the warm and fuzzy feelings, or making a total ass out of herself. She knew what she had with Aaron wasn't healthy. She knew that better than she cared to admit, but it was what she wanted more than anything right then. She just wanted to feel good. She wanted to know since when was that too much to ask.

She picked up the phone and pulled up his number, before pressing the phone to her ear, humming slightly to herself as she waited for him to answer.

Aaron had gotten back to town that morning, after spending a very drunken night in the city. Not with Felicity. He was frustrated. Frustrated, confused, and annoyed. And the entire day he was telling himself it was time to cut ties. Because despite what he thought of her, she obviously wasn't just going to let things be what they were. And he couldn't deal with the drama. He wasn't made for drama.

He needed to let off more steam. Maybe pick up a chick. So he went out. Dressed in his nicest jeans, and a button down black pin-striped shirt. He was going out to have a good night, and he intended on it working.

He'd been at the bar for awhile, and was well into a few drinks, talking to some girls, when his phone rang. He looked down at the caller ID and rolled his eyes slightly when he saw Felicity's name. He dropped the phone back on the bar and reached for his glass. When he looked again, the girl he had been talking to was gone. He cursed under his breath and looked down at his still ringing phone. In his drunken state, he thought for a moment that maybe she was coming to her senses. That would work well for him. He could at least hear what she had to say. He flipped the phone open.

"Yo."

She smiled slightly, involuntarily, when she heard his voice, and did her best sultry tone. "I'm drunk. And I'm in Jersey."

"That'd make two of us," he replied.

This time, she tried making it as innocent as possible. "So does that mean if I come over, you'll take advantage of me?"

His tongue ran against his lips as he thought about that. "I don't know. What'll you do for me?"

"Mmmmm," she sighed for a minute, before studying the bottle of tequila in front of her. "I think I'm drunk enough to do just about anything you want."

He knew somewhere in the back of his head that there was still going to be drama later, but he couldn't not want her. He wanted to play a bit more, though. "Might need to give me a little more convincing than that," he said quietly, the same tone he used to whisper ideas into her ear.

"I'm looking pretty hot, you know. I'm wearing those heels you like, a nice short skirt, lots of skin," she teased softly, stretching her legs out in front of her. "But if having me ready and willing to do whatever you tell me to do isn't enough of an incentive, what is?"

He groaned softly. "Promise you won't pass out?"

"I'm not that drunk," she said with a nod.

He smiled. "Meet me at my apartment?"

"I'll be there," she replied, before hanging up.

He hung up as well and got up, quickly paying for his drinks. Then he headed outside and grabbed himself a cab home. When he got there he paid and started to head inside. Felicity was a few minutes behind him, climbing out of the cab and heading towards the door. She leaned against the door frame slightly, before hitting the buzzer for his place and waiting for a response. He had just closed the door behind himself and he smirked, before leaning to the intercom. He buzzed her in and called down. "Come up."

She grinned, before making her way up as fast as her drunk legs would carry her, knocking on his door lightly when she got there. He yanked open the door and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her in right away. "Hi," he said, pulling her close and slamming the door shut.

"Hi," she said thickly, relaxing even more when she landed against him, and sliding her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his arm tightening around her waist to hold her closer. She moaned as she leaned in to the kiss, drinking him in and keeping him as close as possible. He lifted her off her feet and started in the direction of the couch. She went with him, sliding her legs around his waist as she shifted her weight so that she was leaning down into the kiss. He groaned, one hand sliding down her leg and up her thigh. She moaned softly, breaking the kiss and moving her lips down his jaw and his neck, nipping at his pulse point lightly.

He leaned down to set her across the couch and leaned over her. His fingers slid under the edge of her skirt as he settled down on top of her. She lifted slightly, her hips coming up to meet his hand as the material of the skirt started to slide up with his hand. His fingers slipped around her panties and slowly pulled them down, his hand gliding against her leg as he did. She shivered slightly, lifting her legs to help him get them off. He dropped them to the floor and caught hold of her ankle, leaning over to kiss it, then slowly worked his lips back up her leg. She closed her eyes, leaning back against the couch while she let him do his worst.

Hit bit her thigh softly, before moving up to look down on her. "What do you want?" He murmured, his lips dropping to her neck.

"You," she said softly as her body arched against him. "I want you."

He pushed her skirt up over her hips and slid a hand down between her legs. "How?"

She moaned again, her hips lifting up against him. ""Whatever way I can get you."

He continued what he was doing for a bit, then shifted to make quick work of her clothes, before moving to get his jeans off. She moved her hands to help him, going to undo his fly and push the jeans off his hips. He kicked out of them and got his shirt off, sending both to the floor. Then he moved in against her again and kissed her. She kissed him back, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His hand wrapped around her leg as he pulled it up against his hip. He moved carefully, wanting to do as much for her as possible. He eventually dropped against her, out of breath. She leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes as she started to come down again.

He moved to shift his weight off of her, but didn't bother untangling himself from her. He just closed his eyes and tried to catch himself. She didn't want him to move anyway. She just settled in against him, running her fingers over his shoulder blades, feather-light. He shivered slightly at that, but otherwise didn't move.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled softly, her fingers tracing the line of his clavicle. "I can be stupid sometimes."

His lips brushed her ear. "Don't worry 'bout it." She closed her eyes, curling in to him a bit, her fingers continuing to wander. "Mmm," he sighed. Between the alcohol and the sex, his mind was a blur. He let his arm wrap around her waist. "I don't like talking about the past," he said slowly, not leaving much room to say more.

She blinked her eyes open, looking up at him for a moment. "Oh."

His eyes were still shut, so he didn't see her looking. He kept quiet and kept close. If for no other reason than he knew she liked him there.

"Okay," she said with a quiet nod, relaxing against him again and just staying close.

He groaned a bit. "If we have sex like that again tonight, I might get motion sickness."

She made a face at him. "If you puke on me, you're never seeing me naked again."

He laughed. "Then you might have to wait till I'm sober if you want more."

She grinned, before looking around and starting to push up a bit. "Maybe we should go to bed, then."

"Guess so," he mumbled, starting to get up. He pulled her to her feet and angled her towards the room.

She moved with him, stooping for a minute to grab his shirt off the floor before letting him continue leading. He didn't bother turning on the lights when they got in his room, he just went to the bed and pulled the sheets back, before falling into them. She slid the shirt on over her shoulders, buttoning a few of the buttons, before crawling in next to him, settling on the side of the bed he wasn't taking. He burrowed under the blankets and opened his eyes for a moment to look at her. He lifted his arm and waited.

She smiled slightly, before moving in next to him, sliding under his arm. His arm dropped around her and he pulled her close, before closing his eyes again and starting to drift off. She curled up close and drifted off soon after, just letting her body relax against his.