She's too drunk, he can't

As his body screams at him to just shut up and let it happen, he feels his morals pulling ahead and just as she starts to unbutton his pants, Michael grabs her firmly by the shoulders and pushes her to arm's length.

"Dani!" he all but yells, raising his voice to get through to her through the drunken euphoria.

"H-Huh?" she stammered, looking up at him confused and worried, "Wh-What's wrong? Do... do you not want to-?"

"I absolutely want to. But you're drunk, you can barely stand." he tells her, her hands slowly falling away from his crotch and hanging limply at her sides. Dani begins to pout softly, gulping and looking up at him with a look of shame and embarassment in her eyes.

"I... I mean I want to-" she begins, Michael nodding in understanding but looking as if he's not going to budge on the matter. "Am I not...?" she stutters, her inebbriated state peeling away a lot of her critical thinking and sharp intellect until little more than a self conscious and freshly rejected teenager remains.

Feeling a pang in his chest, his face falls and he pulls her into a tight hug. Nursing drunks he's done, but blue balling himself to then comfort a girl he'd just rejected? That was a new one. He tries to soothe her with a few gentle shushes, his hold around her firm, stable.

"Noooo, no no no. Nothing like that." he insists, "Look at any other time? I'd have fallen for it all, hook, line and sinker. I'm just worried that if we do this now? You'll wake up tomorrow with regrets, or worse, you won't even remember it and think something terrible's happened."

Dani, feeling like an enormous idiot, lays her head against his chest and tries to take a deep breath. Feeling a little relieved that he stopped her before she could humiliate herself with such a **** and messy display.

"I know you wouldn't do anything like that." she claims, her arms slowly lifting up to loop around his waist, hugging him back.

"Which is exactly why I think we shouldn't do anything too hasty tonight while we're both a little lost in the sauce. Agreed?" he suggests,

After a moment, he feels her head nodding against him.

"Okay then. Do you think you'll be able to get changed into something more comfortable?" he double checks,

"Yeah... yeah just let me sit down for a moment and I'll be okay." she answers quietly.

Michael helps her over to the bed, setting her down in a seated position besides one of the bedposts so she can lean up on it for some support until she's more comfortable with moving around on her own.

"Alright. I'll go get changed first. Let me know if you need anything alright?"

Dani nods, smiling at him in thanks as he grabs a pair of track pants and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. The cheerleader catches her own reflection in the sliding mirror of the wardrobe, almost ashamed of what she sees. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smudged, her eyes are red and there's saliva staining her mouth. With her forearm she wipes away the moisture, sighing at her own image.

Is this the version of yourself you want to put forward? She thinks to herself. You're damn lucky he didn't let you do anything stupid. Fuck knows what would have happened, you might have fucking puked on the guy mid-sex... fucking hell, get your shit together Danielle Tanner.

When Mike comes back out of the bathroom, ready for bed in track pants and a singlet, Dani smiles at him weakly and shuffles her way to the bathroom, changing into a loose fitting t-shirt and some fresh underwear. When she comes back out and is confident she doesn't need to throw up, she finds him already getting comfortable under the covers. The cheerleader joins him, laying down beside him, but not too close.

"You feeling okay?" Michael asks, ignoring for now the fact he's still very worked up and is about to go to bed with an uncomfortably hard dick.

"I'm fine... um, thanks. For stopping me back there." she said,

"No worries."

"I just... I just want you to know, I'm still, yknow, into you. Just that maybe tonight's not- And I'm sorry about-" she begins, but trails off as he turns to face her and his expression is nothing more than a content smile.

"There's nothing to worry about Dani. I stopped because you were drunk, and that's the only reason" he was sure to tell her, both of them more or less saying that they still wanted to fool around another time, without actually just saying that.

"Thank you... I'm, gonna try and sleep then. Goodnight..." she mumbles, her body suddenly informing her that her eyelids are extremely heavy and she should close them at once, the cheerleader drifting off before she can hear Michael respond.

"So... do you think they're fucking up there?" Amy asks with uncertainty, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as she and Christian get into bed.

"If they are... they're being awful quiet." her boyfriend responds,

"I mean their room should be directly above ours right? Shouldn't we be able to tell?" the blonde questions, furrowing her brow as she tries to consider what might be wrong.

"I dunno, I mean, they were both drinking a fair bit. Maybe they decided against it?" Christian figures,

"You think maybe he can't get it up?" Amy ponders,

"An Australian with whisky dick? I mean there's a first time for everything but I doubt that." he chuckles,

"Hm... I'll ask her in the morning... in the meantime~" she shifts to a lilted tone and slowly starts manoeuvering to slide atop her brown-eyed boyfriend. "Maybe we should show them how it's done?"

With a slightly embarassed smile, Christian rubs the back of his head. "Well... I'd love to, buuuut, sadly I don't think I'm as immune to the ravages of ****. I'm probably gonna drift off pretty soon."

For the second time that day, Amy finds herself horny without a remedy to fix it. Pouting, and a little disappointed, she slides back onto her side of the bed and fidgets with her nails. "Okay... tomorrow then."

"Are you upset?" Christian asks, concerned he's not able to meet his partner's needs.

Unwilling to let this be an issue, she forces herself to smile contently and brush his chest with the back of her hand. "Not at all babe, don't worry about it. We should get some sleep anyway, it's already pretty late."

The two of them briefly kiss one another on the lips, settling in and pulling the covers up before Christian turns off the lamp at his side. With the room plunged into darkness, and her hopes of a quickie before bed dashed, Amy stares up at the ceiling sleeplessly for a short while... dwelling on the events of the day and trying not to think about the slight ache between her legs.