Katie had to admit that even in her drunken state that Marcus Flint was oddly irresistible. She wasn't sure what it was that was drawing her in and she was fairly certain it was something she wouldn't bother analyzing when this night was over but right now? She wasn't even remotely unhappy with her decision. She knew the regrets would come but that was tomorrow and right now, he was easily deducing her and she was bloody enjoying every minute of it. She slid her legs around his waist as he nipped at her neck, arching into him. It was entirely too good. Possibly because he was just so bloody bad for her.
He rose above her and she took a slightly blurry moment to enjoy the view in front of her. Her eyes trailed over his chest, catching her lip between her teeth as she watched with hungry and anticipatory longing. "It's a bloody shame you have to walk around in clothes," she murmured, watching his hands undo the button of his jeans, nerves shooting through her.
Katie didn't even notice the sound of the fire call. She was too focused on what was presented so lovely in front of her. His words pulled her out of her stupor and she stared up at him, blinking. Letting out a little whimper of protest as he headed out, she propped herself up on her elbows watching him head out. She supposed she could help the process and decided that being naked would be quite alright. Shedding her shirt and tossing her jeans to the side of the bed, she shifted upward, stretching out on his bed and laying comfortably on his pillow. The world was spinning and her eyes began to droop. Katie didn't even realize she'd fallen asleep.
"Sorry mate," Clint said shaking his head. "Lex is snoring and I couldn't sleep. Was going to see if you were still up." He raised a brow, amused. "Course if you're walking around with a bloody hardon you clearly have company. You pick someone after dropping Bell home?"