Nic & Lem
Nic watched her scamper towards the toilet with a look of amusement, then hopped up on the bathroom counter to wait. He’d never been with a girl that was this comfortable around him and sometimes it amazed him. It was such a little thing, something he really didn’t need or care about, but he felt like it meant something. Probably something weird, but whatever. “It’s hard. The air’s thinner and you get used to hitting your head on things— door frames, car ceilings, etcetera. But the view is fantastic,” he grinned, fingers drumming on the counter. The room spun a little bit, a sign that he’d really had quite a bit to drink. Reagan was right. He was drunk. “You should stay tonight. Or I can follow you back to your place. So we can do more than make out.”
In the middle of her pee-relief, Lem had almost forgotten what they were talking about, so it took her an extra second to laugh. Oh yes, Nic being tall. Lem finished her business and hopped up, grinning as she flushed and headed his way again. She was still feeling light and happy-drunk, it was nice. “I’ll totally stay, it’s too fucking cold to go anywhere,” she said. Lem washed her hands and then moved to stand between Nic’s legs, slipping her arms around his waist and tilting her head up toward him. “I wanted to end up in bed with you anyway,” she informed him with a wicked grin. “Boyfriend. Kiss me.”
"Since you asked. Girlfriend," Nic teased with a grin before leaning down to kiss her. He'd meant it to be a little thing, but once his lips were on hers he didn't want to stop. Nic slid off the counter so he could get closer, then put his hands on her waist and lifted her up onto the counter, switching their positions. It made it so much easier to kiss her, plus he could run his hands up her thighs, under the hem of her dress. It would be rude to disappear off to his room with her now, since he was one of the hosts, but maybe they could stay here and make out for a few minutes. It would make falling into bed with her later that much sweeter from the wait.