I'll Drink to That

Scarlett swallows hard, her eyes not leaving yours.

"I uhh...whew!" She makes a show of wiping her brow, forcing a laugh. "Do you want another drink? I could use another drink..."

"Y-yeah..." You stutter, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

The two of you head back to the bar, for another round, and another, and another. before long the two of you are chatting up a storm. You tell her about the mundane details of your boring life, and despite it being as exciting as a ham sandwich, she seems to really be interested. She reciprocates by telling you a bit about her current project, and a few little anecdotes about her past movies. Needless to say, you hang on every word.

Every time you make a joke or quip, one hand goes to her mouth while another goes to your knee.

Drink #5 (well, 6 for you if you count the one that mostly went down your windpipe and up your nose) and you are both clearly feeling it.

"So I gotta ask..." Scarlett wipes her mouth with a napkin and takes her shot in hand, her speech slurring just a tad. "How in the hell are you single? You're super sweet, super stacked, and you got a body to die for. Is it those awful dance skills?" She laughs at her own joke, and you giggle into your hand.

"Well I'm not much of a partier..."

"You don't say..." There was that sly smirk again.

"Ahem! I was trying to answer madame's question thankyouverymuch." The last bit slurs out as you sway a little on the bar stool. It's Scarlett's turn to giggle into her hand.

"I'm not much of a partier, its rare for me to even stay up later than 10. Its hard to meet people when you don't get out much... or not at all."

"I can't believe it... a hot young thing like you? Missing out on the party scene? That seems crazy to me. I thought you said you were in a sorority?"

"I was... and I did love my time there... but I tended to get 'sick' when I knew a party was coming up. I was definitely the quiet one"

So you've never played beer pong?"

"Nope."

"Never played drunken jenga?"

"Nope."

"Never played shot roulette?"

"Not even sure what that is."

"Never... done body shots?"

"Nope."

Scarlett looks down at her drink, then looks up at you. You didn't think that smirk could get any sexier, but somehow it does.

She turns and motions to the bartender. "Salt and some lime wedges, please."

You swallow.

Scarlett is already working the shot glass into her cleavage. Your mouth starts to water, and not for the tequila.

"You've been sneaking peeks at them all night." Her voice is a husky purr. "About time you went in for a closer inspection."

The waitress arrives with salt and lime wedges, and your brain is drawing a blank as to what exactly to say.

Scarlett grabs the shaker and pours out some salt on the exposed skin where her neck meets her shoulder, then gives you sexy wink as she puts the lime wedge in her mouth.

She leans back and hooks a heel on the lowest rung of her bar stool. She runs her fingers through her hair, and gives you the ultimate 'come and get it' look.

You don't need any more encouragement.

You run your tongue from her collarbone up her neck. You taste the salt, but you also taste HER, and its everything you dreamed of.

Scarlett sucks in a sharp breath, her hands gripping the sides of the bar stool and her body tensing as you hot tongue slides up her neck.

The booze has made you bold, way bolder than you otherwise would be, and as your mouth reaches her earlobe, you give it a little nibble.

"Oh baby..." She mutters around the chunk of lime her breath hot on your own neck.

You lean back and look her in the eye. All the snarky good humor and slyness is gone, the teasing smirk too. All that's left on her face is a pure, animal lust.

Her chest is heaving, brushing against your own. Your own lust threatens to drive you crazy.

You brush your tousled hair back and go in.

You bury your face in Scarlett's tits, nuzzling her flawless skin and you feel almost overwhelmed with the feel of her. Your hand goes to her thigh, first to get a little balance, then to caress and add to the sensations tearing through you. Scarlett sucks in another breath, her body squirming, clearly enjoying herself almost as much as you are.

You inhale her scent. You cant believe this is happening, you want this moment to last forever.

It can't though, and eventually you grasp the shot glass in your mouth, and tilt your head back in one swift motion.

Then you're eye to eye with her again, you pause for a moment to admire those emerald green eyes, then bring your mouth to hers. Her lips are sweet, like cotton candy. Then the sweet is washed away with tart as you take the lime from her, your lipstick and hers mingling, causing your lips to stick to each other ever so slightly.

You return to your seat and swallow, taking the used lime and setting it on the bar. You lick your lips slowly, savoring the taste.

The two of you share a smoldering look.

"It's getting stuffy in here." Scarlett proclaims suddenly, getting up a little unsteadily from her bar stool. "You ever ride in a limo, K?"

You run your fingers through your hair, and shake your head no.

That sly look is back. "Then its time I took you for a ride."