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SOME KIND OF BLISS by Nan <<< part 5

PART 6 - DRINKING FEST #2 (Oh yes, lots of drinking in this fantasy!)

You spend the next few days pretty much on your own, Nick sometimes calls you on the phone, but you don't hear from James. You know the band is really busy and all, they've been having some trouble with the recordings, but you're a bit upset over how you and James parted the last time.
One day, out of the blue, you get a surprise invitation to Miguel's house for dinner and you gladly accept. It'll do me good to spend some time with him, maybe find out if James had said anything about me… you ponder while in a cab to his house.
It is only when you get there that you realize this isn't just a friendly dinner for two. Most of the people whom you'd met at the studio now almost a week ago are there, including James. You blush when you see him, he doesn't seem to be paying any major attention to you so you start talking to Nicky and embarrassing Sean (evil giggle).
You're nervous about the company you're in, and besides, the wine is fantastic, so you have a bit more than you ought to, which leaves you pretty drunk. And I mean singing, laughing, flirting drunk.
You don't know what you're doing; you just keep winking at James till he looks at you. It is only then that you see a non-too-kind look in his eye and shut up.
Miguel sees this and he doesn't want you to get hurt, so he tells you to go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. A couple of minutes before you would have bitten his head off, but you've calmed down because of the look James had given you so you grab the chance to get out of his sight.
As you reach the bathroom, you're sobbing. That bastard, who does he think he is? sob sob sob You look at yourself in the mirror, mascara is everywhere, you look like a panda. Shit! What do I care what he thinks of me anyway? He's got no right to judge me!
You try to clean yourself up when you hear a knock at the door.
"Hey, are you alright in there?" It's James.
What do you care, you prick!
"Yeah, I'm fine" you say, praying your voice doesn't break.
He slowly opens the door and peaks in.
"You don't look fine…" he says gently, lifting your head with his palm, so that your eyes meet his. He looks surprised when he notices that you've been crying and you pull away from him, splashing your face with cold water to make your blush go away.
"Why are you so upset, darling?"
Ha? Darling?!? Don't patronise me dirt bag!
"Nothing," you turn to face him, drying your face in a towel, "I'm not upset, what makes you think I'm upset?" the drink has made you babble and suddenly you can't take any more and you bury your face in his chest, sobbing and trying to explain your feelings for him, even though you're not sure what they are yourself.
"My head hurts from the alcohol and, and…that look you gave me?" You don't want to look up so you just keep staring at his chest, "it really hurt! I mean what do you want from me? I thought we got along and BANG, I tell you I don't want to sleep with you and you ignore me?"
By this time you're really pissed off at him again, so you push him away, not even looking him in the eye as you drunkenly swagger into the living room and notice a sofa, thinking that a nice lie down will do wonders for your head, you collapse on it. Only you loose your balance and the last thing you see is the side of the coffee table and a sharp sting on your forehead before everything goes black.
When you wake up, you're lying in a large bed, with James lying beside you, playing with your hair until he notices you've come to and gently kisses you on the forehead. You feel a bit of a sting when his lips brush your skin and you figure you have a bump right in the middle of your forehead.
"Ouch!" you complain, even though you're grateful for the gesture.
"Oh, sorry." He says apologizing clumsily and you smile at him.
"That's ok," you say reassuringly, regretting your actions towards him earlier that evening.
"Are you ok?" he asks, concerned.
You nod your head.
"Ok, then, let's get you home" Home? You look at him questioningly. "It's past midnight" he says and pulls you up. You swagger a bit and he places his arm around your waist. You feel a bit dizzy and rest your head on his shoulder.
Everyone else had left and only the pair of you gets into a cab. James tells the driver the name of your hotel and you speed off.
Your eyes just won't stay open and James notices. He pulls you into his lap and you don't object, happy that you're on relatively good terms again. Just need to talk to him about what got him so upset! You think while you yawn. You slumber down on his chest an fall asleep.
You feel a gentle shake on your shoulder as you wake up being dragged out of the cab. James helps you up the stairs and you lean against the doorframe as he fishes for your keys in your bag. He looks so cute doing that you think, smiling to yourself.
"What's so funny?" he asks when he notices the amused look on your face when he helps you into your apartment.
"You" you grin and point to the bedroom.
"What about me?" he asks, mocking concern.
"You look cute" you giggle and then burst out laughing when he looks at you saying: "Yeah?" (Think of the picture in the Lust Vice and Sin Fanzine: "I'm just kinda like, gorgeous and everything")
Finally you make it to your bedroom, he gently places you on the bed and takes off your shoes, then covers you with a blanket and sits down next to you, running his hands through your hair while you doze off.
You wake up with a horrendous headache and head for the kitchen to find some Aspirin, finding a strange man sleeping on his belly on your sofa in the process.
"Aaaaaaaaa!" you scream and the man turns around and you see it's James. You feel really foolish and you apologize. He blinks at you a couple of times, still not quite awake and your eyes fixate on his stubble, even more evident now, his eyes sleepy, his hair in a fuss…yummy! you think to yourself as your headache magically disappears.
"Well good morning to you too!" he finally says, grinning like a cat.
"Morning!" you smile, "Breakfast?" you offer while making your way into the kitchen desperately trying to think of something tasty to make for him.
"Just coffee, I have a terrible headache!" he mumbles. "Bathroom?" he asks as he reaches the counter dividing the living room from the kitchen (hey, it's a big apartment!).
"To your left." You say, fishing for coffee and mugs.
A few minutes later you're leaning on the breakfast counter, reading last week's newspaper when James emerges from the bathroom, his hair wet, his shirt sticking to him like glue and his stubble still not shaven…just the way I like it! you grin to yourself.
"Hey" you say as you pour him a cup of coffee, "can I ask you something?"
"Anything" he says, "I'm very nice to people who get me coffee!" he say, taking a sip.
You smile: "Ok, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"Oh" you caught him by surprise, "well, I guess I just didn't want you…to…you know…" he says, searching for words," I didn't want you to…kinda…be alone…" you raise your eyebrows at him, "you know…drunk and all…you could have hurt yourself again."
You know the whole thing is a fib, but you decide not to pressure him anymore, smiling and content that he actually wanted to stay, which is presumably what had happened.
The pair of you eat breakfast in deep conversation over what you should do for the day, since James has a day off and he says he wants to spend it with you.
"Oh, you sure you don't just want to get away from the guys?" you ask him teasingly
He walks over to where you're leaning against the fridge and shakes his head in an incredibly sexy manner (come on, let's face it, anything he does is sexy!).
You end up going sightseeing - to Madrid. James' treat. You tell him it's not necessary, but he says that he owes you after the way he'd treated you.
"What do you mean?" you say, puzzled.
"That night, after you told me..."he looks embarrassed, "well, you know what you told me" Was that a blush? "Anyway, I was a bit upset about what had happened and then I realized that, well, I mean we can be friends, can't we?" he says, looking at the ground.
"I'd like that" you grin and lead him down [insert name of famous Madrid street].
That evening, you arrive at your apartment really late. And I mean really late. You're both knackered, but you still invite James up to have a drink and he says yes. You've become really close, like you were before the 'virginity incident' took place and you love his company (no surprise there!). You're both a bit tipsy (no surprise there either!) so you both collapse on your huge bed and you snuggle up to him, too drunk to sleep, but also too drunk to do anything else…
You start looking for the remote control to your stereo, but you aren't able to find it anywhere, so you get up and turn it on yourself, finding a nice song (Portishead) and lying back down, just listening to James' heartbeat and talking quietly form time to time.
The song finishes and the Backstreet Boys come on. You both flinch and you curse as you get up to change the station: "That stupid fucked up missing dead beat remote fucking electronic thing mother fucker arse…." You squander back to bed, James laughing and Radiohead blasting out of your stereo.
"What's so funny?" you ask sarcastically, lying your head on his stomach forcefully and on purpose.
"Hey, no need to get rough…" he laughs and starts playing with your hair (ok, I seem to have a thing for that!)
Several more minutes pass and a song you utterly despise comes on the radio: Britney Spears! But you're too tired to get up.
"Could you change that?" James quips in, you raise your head to look at him, pissed off, "PLEASE?" he asks, begging.
"I thought you liked her!?!" you say, attempting to get up, "but I guess not as much if you can't see her boobs shaking, ha?"
James just laughs and you find a decent song and get back in bed. On your way back you pretend not to notice him looking at your own cleavage and you smile inwardly. You tell him to shift so you can get the blanket from underneath him to cover yourself up, as you're cold. He moves towards the wall and you get in. He puts his arms around you noticing that you're shivering and you cuddle up to his chest, enjoying the smell of him.
"Hm, I don't want to get up anymore," you say when he gently starts running his hands over your hair (again, yeah I know! But come to think of it, maybe he really does enjoy that).
"That's ok, I got the remote."
"Hmm" you mumble slowly, drifting off to sleep until you abruptly get up when what he said hits home.
"The remote?" you look up at him, your hands still resting on his chest
"Yeah" he says and turns the radio down so that you can barely hear the song anymore.
"YOU BASTARD!" you shout in your drunken state and hit him on the chest then start giggling.
"What? What did I do?" he asks, oblivious.
"I just got up at least FIVE times," you say, now pointing your finger into his chest and 'poking' him whilst saying the last syllable and sticking your index finger quite harshly into his chest.
He grabs your hand and sticks it out in the air, you lose your balance and fall face down onto his chest with a bit of a thump (guess you decided to hit him with your forehead since he disabled your arm!). You feel the alcohol pumping in your veins as you explode:
"Get the fuck out off my bed!" (Err, sorry girls!) you say to him, you're aware of the fact that you're getting way to worked up over this but you really don't care as you feel a fabulous headache coming on.
"Hey, calm down baby", he says his hands still in your hair (yep, I seem to have a hair fetish!), "it's ok, I'll leave you alone." He says after he's given you one of his 'sad puppy' looks. But you just want to be left alone till the effects of the liquor are gone!
James can't get out of the bed on his side (seeing as there's a wall there and he's not that drunk! Imagine that: *ouch!* Poor James. Even I'm not that evil) so he starts to lift himself on his hands and toes, trying to get past you with the least possible inconvenience to the both of you.
You just lie on your back and wait for him to get out until you noticed he's stopped moving directly above you. You look up to find him staring at you.
"You're not going to be sick all over me, are you? Your idea of revenge?" you say, a small smile spreading across your face.
"No…." he whispers ever so gently before moving down slowly until his lips are only inches away from yours, you can feel his warm breath against your slightly opened lips and you know he's waiting for your reaction.
You look up from his mouth to his eyes and get lost in them….
Before you know it you wrap your arms tightly around his back and pull him down towards you. He brings his hands in, resting his elbows on either side of your head. Still he doesn't allow the soft flesh of his lips to touch yours and you moan in frustration.
He gently smiles, "Ask me" he whispers, his voice shaking and you know he's trying really hard to hold off.
You can smell the whiskey on his breath and it's making you shiver with delight, the scent of him intoxicating as you whisper: "Please…." The rest of your response muffled by his lips gently brushing against yours and you pull him in closer, but he moves away. *Drat!*
"Yes?" he says sheepishly.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," you moan, trying to figure out what this discussion was about in the first place, "Please………." You say again, pulling him down, and reaching up to taste his sweet lips again, but he pulls away.
"Please what?"
"Kiss me." You whisper, almost inaudibly, but in that instant his lips brush against yours again. You can feel yourself melt down onto the cushions of your bed, taking him with you, his hard body pressing against yours. His kiss is soft, his lips skilfully careful, so much so that you can't bare it; you want his to ravish yours, for him to take you.
You both move so that you're lying sideways on the bed, James' lips still on yours, his hands in your hair (I know, I know!). Suddenly you feel his tongue gently probing at your mouth. You accept it and the two of you envelope in a kiss that seems to last an eternity.
His stubble is gently brushing against your mouth as he moves away, still holding you close to him. You can feel his heart racing in time with yours.
He looks at you, his eyes gleaming, sparkling, but worried.
"I won't pressure you into anything you don't want… " he starts, but you cut him off.
"I know" you say, lovingly, letting your voice linger in the room.
He smiles at you, brushes his thumb over your lips.
"I'll wait," he says.
Well I won't you think to yourself as you grab his hair and pull him down to you for the second time, kissing him passionately and intensely, your hands exploring his back.
After a while, you forget your initial plan (to shag the life out of him), you get lost in your kissing, you just lie there on the bed, your mouths exploring one another, both of you not caring whether there is crap on the radio or not, your tongues dancing to a music of their own.

PART 7 >>>

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