melia ridley (![]() ![]() @ 2011-03-18 08:39:00 |
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"Waist... wha?" Her brow furrowed as the bartender explained for the second time that her tab was over two-hundred dollars. How was that even possible? She'd only drank like… one drink… or ten. He must have her confused with someone else… someone with friends. One person couldn't drink two-hundred dollars worth of alcohol. "I, uhhhh... well… herr..." Melia dug around in her pocket and produced a fifty dollar bill. The bartender shook his head and groaned as though he wasn't paid enough to put up with people like her. "Maybe you should call someone," he suggested as he pulled the phone from behind the bar and handed it to her. "I don't think you can get home by yourself, anyway." "Call soooomeone?" she questioned. She stared at the phone when he shook his head a second time and walked away. Who was she going to call? She couldn't call Zak. He would kill her if she told him that she didn't have enough money to cover her tab. Not to mention, she hadn’t even told him that she was going out. Who else had money? Shane was the first person to pop into her head, but a part of her knew that wasn't a good idea. After all, if she called him, her boyfriend... OH! BOYFRIEND! It took her a few moments, but she finally managed to fish her cellphone out of her pocket and press the right buttons to call her boyfriend. It was late, but that was easily the furthest thing from her mind as the phone rang. "Boyfreeend?" she slurred as soon as she heard his voice on the other end of the line. "I men, Ollie? Can ou come ta get me? I need monies for the driks." That was English... kinda. --- Several moments later, she was off the phone. The bartender seemed rather relieved when she explained that her boyfriend was on the way, and he left her with a large glass of ice water when she’d requested one more of those drinky fruity things he’d been giving her. That wasn’t what she wanted. No way was she paying for this one. If he couldn’t get her order right, she owed him nothing. Needless to say, Ollie was surprised to find out that Melia was out running up a rather large bar tab. It was much, much later than she would usually call him, but when his phone first rang, he thought maybe she was just having trouble sleeping. “Heeeey, beautiful,” he mumbled sleepily as he answered the phone. He hoped he could talk her into coming over and getting into bed with him if she couldn’t sleep in her own. His bed was so much more comfortable with a Melia in it. Those thoughts faded somewhat, though, as it became apparent that she had another reason for calling. Not that he didn’t still want her in his bed, of course, but it seemed that he would be needing to get out of it. He chuckled as she called him boyfreeend and again as she slurred her request. Yeah, his girlfriend was totally hammered. A part of Ollie was a little worried about her, because he knew she was having a hard time, but he figured he’d deal with that worry later. For now he assured her that of course he’d come get her. --- Several moments later, he’d tossed on a wrinkled t-shirt and equally wrinkled pair of jeans that he’d left lying on his floor and gotten into his car. It didn’t take long for him to find the bar she was at (though he was almost amazed she could tell him where she was as drunk as she’d sounded) and moments later he was coming through the door. “Hey, baby,” he greeted his girlfriend briefly as he handed the bartender his credit card. She smelled like a brewery, but he was pretty sure now would not be a good time to inform her of that. Melia was still sitting at the bar when Ollie finally arrived. There was a rather large frown on her face as she sipped at the water the bartender kept bringing her, but a very bright smile moved over her features when she saw her incredibly attractive boyfriend. "HEEEEEEY!" she slurred loudly when he greeted her. "I MISSSSSED OU!" She clamored off her her barstool to give him a proper greeting, but she ended up stumbling into him. That wasn't nearly as smooth or sexy as she'd hoped it would be, but she hardly seemed to notice as she clung to him for support. Once she was as stable as she was going to get, she grinned up at him. "Heeeeey," she slurred a second time. The fact that she'd already said that meant nothing to her. She didn't even seem to noticed that she was repeating herself. "I misssssssed ou a lot… like… a lot a lot a lot more than you even knoooow." Have you ever tried to pay a bartender and hug your very, very drunk girlfriend at the same time? It really wasn’t easy at all, but Ollie managed, leaving the guy a pretty generous tip before he turned his full attention to the girl in his arms. His arms slipped around her as she stumbled into him and he grinned just as brightly at her. “I missed you, too,” he told her, chuckling softly at her words. If it was possible, Melia was even more adorable now than she usually was and he couldn’t help smiling. “More than you even know,” he repeated her words, possibly teasing just a little. “Are you ready to go home, baby?” he asked her, brushing his hand over her cheek as he pushed at a few strands of her hair. Somehow, he thought getting her into bed as soon as possible would be a good idea. Melia had called Ollie because she hadn't had enough money to pay for the drinks she'd consumed during the last couple of hours. That was forgotten the second he'd walked through the door, though. In fact, she didn't even notice that he was trying to pay the bartender while he was talking to her. As far as she was concerned, the rest of the world had faded away the second she'd seen him. It probably didn't seem possible, but her smile grew when he told her that he'd missed her just as much as she'd missed him. She'd missed him an awful lot, after all. "I'mmm soooo ready. That guuuuuy wouldn't give me more drinky fruities... just water. BLEH." At this point, getting her into bed was probably the best thing he could do for her, but sleep was easily the furthest thing from her mind. Who could fault her for that, though? Her boyfriend was really, really attractive. "Ou are sooooooo pretty..." she slurred suddenly, "like pretty... like really pretty... like... prettier than normal guys... like you make normal guys look ugly because you're so pretty." That was probably the worst line ever, but the look on her face made it obvious that she fully expected it to work. “I definitely want to go home with you.” There was a large smile on her face when she delivered that last line, and her eyebrows wiggled knowingly. Ollie couldn't help smirking as his girlfriend continued to babble at him. "Bleh?" he teased her. "We can't have bleh." There was a bright grin on his face as he smoothly slipped an arm around her shoulders and started to guide her toward the door. "I'm more than normal boy pretty?" he continued to tease her. He couldn't help being amused at her babble. "Like super-human pretty?" Ollie had a healthy ego and he knew he was incredibly attractive, but he couldn't help teasing his girlfriend. She didn't normally babble at him like this and he was kind of enjoying it. "We cannoot," she agreed with a jerky shake of her head. "Bleh is not goood." Melia didn't protest in the slightest when he began to lead her toward the exit. After all, she'd meant it when she'd said that she wanted to go home with him. Not to mention, his arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and she really enjoyed the way that felt. "You are waaaay more pretty than normal boy pretty. You're like..." She paused to think of a proper description of his pretty. "You're like Greek god pretty... the kind of pretty that makes me think naughty, naughty things... the kind of pretty that I think of when I'm all alone and really horny." She was seriously going to regret saying these things once she was sober, but that was easily the furthest thing from her mind. Of course, at the moment, she could only think about him... and the many things she would like him to do to her. To Ollie’s credit, he almost kept a straight face when Melia continued to babble about how pretty he was. He couldn’t quite keep himself from smirking, but at least he didn’t outright laugh at her. Drunk people tended to get annoyed when you laughed openly at the things they said, in his experience. “You should never be alone when you’re horny, baby. You know I could take care of that for you,” he couldn’t resist answering. As amused as he was by her drunken babbling, he meant what he was saying. If Melia was going to be really horny, she definitely shouldn’t be alone. --- Moments later, they’d arrived at his car and Ollie was helping her into it. He was still smirking slightly as he moved around to his side of the car and got in. It wasn’t often he got to see his girlfriend like this and he couldn’t help being slightly amused. Ollie was right in thinking that Melia would be annoyed if he laughed openly at the things she was saying. After all, she was incredibly serious. "I shouldn't," she agreed with an adamant shake of her head. "You should always be there when I'm horny because your fingers and your tongue and your everything feel sooooo good.. soooooo much better than anything I can do to myself." --- Melia grew quiet as she allowed him to help her into the car. You wouldn't have thought their conversation had been interrupted in the slightest when he slipped behind the wheel, though. "Because everything you do to me is soooo amazing," she slurred. "You make me cum sooooo hard. Like.. it's amazing.. like an explosion.. a good one.. like I'm breaking straight down the center.. but in a good way." Her seat belt was buckled, but that didn't stop her from leaning over and pulling him into a very deep kiss. Now that she'd started talking about how good it felt when he touched her, she was thinking that she would like him to do just that. ”I should definitely always be there...” Ollie trailed off, smirking as she started to talk about his fingers and his tongue. He knew she wouldn’t be saying these things if she was sober and he couldn’t help thinking that maybe she should be drunk more often if this was the result. “A good explosion, huh?” he asked her, still smirking. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t started driving, yet, because before he could even finish getting the question out she was pressing her lips to his. Ollie was not remotely opposed to kissing his girlfriend and he happily returned the deep embrace she’d pulled him into. His hand slipped into her hair and he was grinning as he nipped and pulled at her lips. “You taste like fruity something,” he murmured without lifting his lips from hers. Ollie might have been thinking that Melia needed to be drunk more often, but that was going to be the furthest thought from her mind when she sobered up. In fact, she was going to vow to never get drunk again. Fortunately, it would be a while before she was sober. Had her seatbelt not been fastened, she would've climbed into his lap as their mouths worked together. Since it was, though, she began to pull at him. It wasn't something she was exactly aware of doing. She just knew that there was space between them, and that meant that he wasn't nearly close enough. "An amazing explosion," she answered as she sank her teeth into his bottom lip and gave it a playful tug. "Soooo amazing. I'll show you." Without thinking of where they were, she guided his hand to the waist of her jeans. Her free hand began to fidget with the button, but she couldn't get the material to open. That was a shame, too. She really wanted to show him just how amazing of an explosion he could give her. By virtue of being sober, Ollie should have been the responsible one of the pair of them right about now. He should have been, but there was something about kissing Melia that tended to put a stop to any and all rational thought, especially when she was kissing him the way she currently was. He shifted closer as she pulled at him. “You’ll show me, baby?” he murmured against her lips. “How are you gonna show me?” Ollie was not, of course, that slow. He was pretty sure he knew what she was after, especially with the not remotely subtle way she was guiding his hand to the waist of her jeans, but he couldn’t help teasing her a little. His fingertips danced along her waist, hovering right around the button, but not giving in and undoing it for her just yet. Maybe that was a little bit mean, but he couldn’t quite help himself. It was a little out of character for Melia to behave so... aggressively. That was easily the furthest thing from her mind as she nipped and sucked at his lips, though. At the moment, she wanted the amazing explosion she'd just described, and the fact that she was usually too shy to initiate this sort of thing was entirely unimportant. He was the only one that could give her the release she suddenly needed, after all, and in her drunken state, she wasn't afraid to do whatever she needed to do to get him to do just that. "Mm. Mmhm. I'm going to ride your fingers until I cum," she answered matter-of-factly. His fingers felt unbelievably good brushing the bare skin just above the waist of her pants, and she hummed softly as she continued to fidget with the closure of her jeans. It was ridiculous that a simple button was getting the best of her, and her annoyance with the situation grew rather quickly. "Assuming I can get my fucking pants open," she slurred just before attempting to push her jeans over her hips without unfastening them. "Fuck!" It wasn’t like Melia to behave so aggressively and it definitely wasn’t like her to curse like that, but Ollie couldn’t help loving it a little. He had no complaints about the way she normally acted, but that didn’t make it any less hot now when she was talking dirty to him and cursing her frustration at not being able to get her pants out of the way. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he muttered as his lips nipped and pulled at hers. As much as he wanted to tease her, he wanted her and his hand moved to assist her. He was sober and had no trouble flipping the clasp to her jeans or pressing the button to disengage her seatbelt so she could maneuver a little more easily. Moments later, his hand was forcing it’s way inside her jeans, dipping under the waistband of her panties. He brushed a set of fingers over her center and groaned. “So fucking hot, baby,” he told her. The fact that they were sitting in his car on a relatively public street was the furthest thing from his mind. Melia groaned loudly when her jeans finally opened. She pushed them down her body as his hand slipped into her panties, and she groaned again when she felt his fingers press against her. That was.. exactly what she wanted. "Fucking fuck guh do I love the way your fingers feel..." Her words were still slurred, but that hardly seemed to matter as she shifted into his lap and pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss. "And when I've finished riding your fingers, I want you to do that thing you do with your tongue... to my ass." The fact that they were in a car that was parked on a relatively public street didn't matter. Of course, at this exact moment, nothing would've mattered to her. She wanted him, and she was just drunk enough not to care where they were. --- Melia wasn't sure what had caused her to stir, but she knew that she didn't want to be awake when she woke. There was a horrible churning in her stomach, after all, and it felt as though her head was going to explode. "Oh, ugh," she complained as she rolled into the warm body at her side and buried her face into its chest. "Can you just... cut my head off?" The hangover she was experiencing was going to be the least of her worries once she remembered the things she'd said the night before. Of course, her embarrassment was going to increase further when she remembered the things she'd asked him to do to her. Ollie stirred as Melia did, a smile on his face as he pulled her closer. The night before had been.. amazing. The things she’d said, the things she’d asked him to do to her. She’d never been quite so aggressive or vocal with him and he’d definitely enjoyed himself. Even if they were probably lucky to have not been caught and arrested. “No, baby, I can’t,” he murmured soothing as he ran his fingers gently through her hair. “I like having your head attached to you and all. I can get you some aspirin, though.” Luckily, he kept some on hand. He didn’t move to get up, yet, though, because it felt nice to cuddle his girlfriend. Instead, he held her close and pressed his lips to her forehead. “We should shower first, though. You’ll feel a little better after a shower,” he offered. Ollie had been through his fair share of hangovers, which was going to come in handy as he nursed his girl through this one. Melia had enjoyed herself the night before. That definitely wasn't an issue. In fact, she was going to be embarrassed by how very much she'd enjoyed herself. After all, it was completely out of character for her to behave the way she'd behaved. "Baby," she whined when he denied her request. "I don't think aspirin is going to help... I don't think anything short of decapitation is going to help..." Despite her protests, she knew that aspirin would probably help a little. She didn't complain when he didn't immediately get out of bed to get some, though. Of course, she didn't want him to move. It was mildly soothing to be in his arms, and she didn't want him to pull away from her. "A shower may help," she agreed after a brief hesitation. "As long as you shower with me... and carry me there. Walking is such hard work." Once she pulled her face from his chest, she would see the marks she'd left on him the night before and remember the things they'd done. Luckily, she was blissfully unaware for the moment. Ollie couldn’t help smiling slightly at her insistence that cutting her head off was the only thing that would help. He doubted she was amused by the way she was feeling, but he couldn’t help thinking that even hung over, she was completely adorable. “I think I could be convinced to do that,” he murmured agreeably as his lips brushed lightly over the line of her jaw. Ollie was a little sore, himself, but it was a pleasant feeling and he definitely wouldn’t be turning down an excuse to shower with his girlfriend. He laid there with her for a few more moments, but eventually he shifted. Ollie rolled himself out of bed before reaching for Melia, intent on pulling her into his arms and carrying her to the bathroom just as she’d requested. Melia was a lot of things at the moment, but she was certain that adorable was not one of them. Her stomach was churning violently, after all, and her head was throbbing. It was physically impossible to be adorable when you felt the way she was feeling. Regardless of how she felt, she found herself humming as his lips brushed along the line of her jaw. Even with a horrible hangover, she couldn't help but think that that felt very, very nice. She whimpered in protest when he finally shifted and rolled out of the bed, but she didn't object in the slightest when he pulled her into his arms. --- A few minutes later, they were standing in the shower. The hot water did a lot to alleviate the headache, but it didn't really help with the nausea. Oddly, though, the nausea was forgotten when she turned and noticed the marks that covered his chest. "Oh, my gosh, Ollie!" she exclaimed as she reached out to touch his skin. "What ha.. I did this to you?!" Whether she felt adorable or not, she was. Ollie might be a little bit biased, but he pretty much thought she was adorable all the time. Even when she looked like she really wanted to puke. He pulled her into his arms once he was standing and carried her carefully into the bathroom. Once she was settled on her feet, he turned the knobs on the shower to turn on the water, making sure to get it good and warm. --- “God, you’re sexy,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her shoulder as he reached for some soap. She turned in his arms, then, and he grinned as he brushed a light kiss over her lips. Showering had definitely been a good idea. ”Yeah, you did,” Ollie acknowledged with a pleased smirk when she noted the marks on his chest. Ollie was quite proud of them and had very much enjoyed the process of getting them, so he wasn’t nearly as mortified as she seemed to be. Melia returned his kiss without hesitation, but when he pulled back, her focus turned to his chest once more. That was.. she couldn't believe that she'd done that to him. There were teeth marks and claw marks. It looked like he'd been wrestling with an animal rather than making love to her. "Oh, my gosh, Ollie," she breathed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.. did I hurt you?" As she spoke, her fingers continued to work over the various marks on his body. If she really thought about it, she could remember how rough she'd been the night before, but she still had trouble believing that she had done this to him. It was completely out of character for her to behave that way, after all. "Your chest.. your neck.. your shoulders.. your arms.." She shifted around his body, acknowledging the parts of his body that held the evidence of just how out of control she'd been the night before. Her words trailed off as she moved around to his backside, though. "Oh, my gosh!" she gasped. "Oh, my.. I can't believe.. oh, my gosh." There were deep claw marks covering his backside from his shoulders to his buttocks. It wasn't the first time she'd scratched his back while they were making love, but she'd never done anything like this. For goodness sake, they were still caked with dried blood. "Ollie, I.. I have never.. oh, my gosh.." A deep blush flooded her features as she remembered some of the things she'd said and done the night before. "I can't believe.. oh, my gosh." Ollie was not nearly as bothered by the marks that covered his body. In fact, he was quite pleased with them. She’d been a little (or, well, a lot) rougher than usual with him last night, but Ollie definitely didn’t hate rough sex. As a matter of fact, he quite enjoyed it. “Mmm, you did,” he answered when she asked if she’d hurt him. There was a grin on his face as his lips brushed over her neck. “It was fucking amazing.” Really, there should be no doubt that he’d thoroughly enjoyed himself last night. Even saying that seemed to be an understatement. He smirked at her deep blush, but a heartbeat later he was rushing to reassure her. After all, he didn’t want her to feel like she should be ashamed of the way she had acted. Far from it. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay. It’s more than okay. I liked it, okay? I liked it a lot. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Her features contorted when he confirmed that she had hurt him the night before. The marks covering his body had been more than enough to assure her of that fact, but hearing it made her feel absolutely horrible. "I'm so sor.." she began, but her words were cut short when he described it as fucking amazing. In all honesty, Melia had enjoyed herself just as much as he had. Unfortunately, that was the furthest thing from her mind now that she was faced with the damage she'd done. Regardless of how amazing the night before had been, she felt guilty for causing him pain. "Yo.. you liked it?" she questioned softly, her blush deepening as his lips moved over her skin. Her own body carried its fair share of marks, but that hardly seemed to matter at the moment. The only thing that mattered was that he was scratched and bruised. ”Yeah, I did.” Ollie couldn’t help the amused tone that crept into his voice as he confirmed that he’d enjoyed himself. “Very much,” he added and his lips brushed over the side of her neck as his arms tightened around her frame. He wasn’t trying to discourage her talking about this, but he couldn’t quite resist the urge to trail several more kisses over her neck and down to her shoulder. Really, he wasn’t trying to be distracting. He just couldn’t seem to keep his lips off of her. Her skin tasted just as amazing as it always did and Ollie wasn’t exactly good at that whole self control thing. “It was kind of sexy,” he continued, letting his hands brush over her curves as he started to nip and suck at the skin of her shoulder. “The way you told me exactly what you wanted, how rough you were with me. So fucking sexy...” Not that his girlfriend wasn’t always sexy, but something about her behavior the night before had only made him want her more. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips worked expertly over the side of her neck. He'd always known exactly where to kiss her, and that definitely hadn't changed in the last twenty four hours. "Yeahhhhhh?" she breathed, the word turning into something of a moan. Her fingertips moved over his shoulder blades, lightly tracing the lines that marred his flesh. They felt incredibly deep, but she knew that she was probably overreacting. After all, she wasn't panicking nearly as much over the marks on her own body. "Se.. sexy?" Another moan built in her chest as his hands moved over her curves, and she rested her forehead against his chest. "You like it when I.. when I'm the way that I was last night?" she questioned once more, her tone making it clear that she was still a little surprised. Who could blame her for being a little surprised, though? Her actions had been a little depraved. Ollie smirked as she moaned at him. He was merely brushing his lips over her neck, letting his hands roam over her curves, but it was obvious she was affected by it. He definitely didn’t hate that. “Very sexy,” he hummed in response. His hands continued wandering, his lips brushed over her shoulder and he continued to smirk. He loved this side of Melia just as much as he did the one he’d seen last night. “I like you however you are, baby,” he told her, “but, yes, I definitely, definitely liked the way you were last night.” His lips returned to her neck and he began to nip and suck at the flesh once more. "Mmm. Mmhmm." Despite his intentions, she was very distracted by the way he was kissing and touching her. His mouth felt incredible, and she found herself humming softly. The churning in her stomach wasn't instantly forgotten, but it was a lot easier to ignore now that the majority of her attention was focused elsewhere. Once he'd assured her once more that he'd liked the way she'd behaved the night before, she brought her lips to his and kissed him deeply. With as sore as they were, the last thing they needed to do was make love, but she found herself thinking that was exactly what she wanted. She was mildly aroused by merely discussing the things they'd done, after all, and it seemed as though he might be, too. |