Nick had been drinking Johnny Walker red all afternoon, puffing at cigarettes and trying to forget about the shitty morning he's had. The station had been a nightmare, crammed with bodies all eager to talk about the cluster fuck that had went down at the club the night before. He had kept it to himself that he'd been in the place and had made a quiet exit, last thing he wanted was to be grilled about events - hell he hadn't seen anything anyways, so he didn't see the point. Taking a drink, he swallowed before sucking some air between his teeth, his lips curling. He was pleased the bar was a quiet one, last thing he needed was another shoot out going down while he tried his best to avoid working. Turning his head, the glass hung from his finger tips casually while he glanced out the nearby window, thinking of nothing but the pleasant buzz.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ walked into the bar, relieved to finally be at an end to what seemed like a weeks journey. Dying to sit down even though all she'd done for 2 days was sit, albeit on a cramped and sweaty bus! Letting her bag drop from her shoulder to the floor with a thud, feeling as if she'd just unloaded a weight much heavier than just a bag of clothes. Glancing at the rugged looking guy at the end of the bar, clinging to his glass as if it were his most precious possession, she was glad his face was turned away from her, totally aware of what a mess she must look from days of traveling and no sleep for fear of one of the many shifty looking characters on the bus stealing her belongings. She flopped into the chair and immediately felt her bones begin to ache. Giving the bartender a glance as she reached into her pocket and pulled out what loose change she had, "I'll have errr...." Looking down into her palm and back up at the bartender, "... just a water please." She said to the bartender with an awkward smile.

 

Nick hadn't noticed the new arrival to the bar until she pulled out a chair, the sound of wood scrapping on wood caused him to turn from the window and glance down to the end of the bar. The quick glance gave him a small hint of history on the woman, she was obviously traveling, hell it didn't take a detective to figure that out. He huffed out what could be taken as a slight laugh before he took another drink. He watched as the pretty woman sat then inspected the change in her palm. When the water was ordered, he took another drink, then leaned on the bar. Setting the glass down, he plucked the cigarette from the ashtray and took another drag. "I'll take another while you're at it." Pushing the glass to the bartender, he went back to the window.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ tried to ignore the look of disdain on the bartenders face as he set the water down in front of her, obviously unappreciative of patrons who couldn't even pay for a drink, much less tip him. Lifting the glass to her lips for what she intended to be just a sip but instead drinking almost the whole amount in one gulp, not realizing just how thirsty she was until the cool liquid hit the back of her throat. Straightening up on her chair, and tugging the front of her shirt down just a little, hoping that a glimpse of cleavage might soften him up a bit, and help her in her plight, she mustered a sweet smile and croaked horsely at the bartender, "I'm new in town, just arrived and was wonderin' if there might be any jobs available. I'm an old hand at bar tending and could really use something to get me started in this town!" She looked at him, trying to maintain her smile as she waited for an answer, but got nothing but dejection as he brushed off her inquiry as a passing comment and told her to come back another day when 'someone else could deal with her'.

 

Nick listened to the brief conversation. It was habit more than interest, listening in on others, taking notice of every damn detail, trying to figure out people before they figured out him. It was always good to be on the offense and details helped keep him there. But it was damn exhausting. "Do you a favor will you?" He muttered to the bartender as he took a drink of his newly filled glass. "Give the woman what she wants and don't be a dick, eh?" He semi smiled, then waited for the bartender to do as he asked. The man gave him a look and his lips parted slightly as if he was going to say something before he went to tend on the woman.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ looked up in slight shock, glancing at the man slumped over the end of the bar, only now realizing that beneath the ruggedness and solemn almost troubled look in his eyes, he was actually quite handsome. Flashing him a smile, far more sincere than the one she reserved for the bartender, thanking him without words for what she could only assume was him taking pity on her, she turned to the bartender as he walked toward her, far more friendly than before but clearly involuntarily. Informing her that there were some jobs available but that she'd have to speak to the boss, she thanks him sincerely as he muttered something under his breath and walked out toward the front desk to deal with another hotel resident. She turned to the mysterious guy at the end of the bar, already with his face turned away from her again, "Mind if I bum one of those?" she nodded towards his pack of smokes as he looked toward her. Knowing she hadn't smoked since she was 16 and found some cigs outside the local bar, obviously dropped by a drunk on his way home, but wanting an excuse to talk to this curious stranger and maybe make her first friend in town.

 

Nick grabbed the pack of cigarettes he had laying on the bar, he tossed them over casually before fishing the lighter from his jacket pocket and slid that over as well. It was a silver lighter with an ornate detail engraved in it that surrounded three letters. "You do a lot of bumming?" He looked at her with an amused expression, before he turned his body on the seat, making a simple gesture that he hoped was one that said he was open for conversation. Normally he wasn't but the woman was beautiful and he was buzzed enough to actually be friendly. Taking another drink, he held it up some, "You want a drink...a real drink?"

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ picked up the smokes, and slid one from the carton before sliding it back down the bar to him. Holding it between her lips as she inspected the lighter, thinking to herself it looked as if it could be a keepsake of some kind of sentimental value to him, wondering what the initials stood for, could it be his name? Flicking the top of it open before shooting him a crooked grin, speaking from the corner of her mouth so as not to drop the cigarette, she answered him with a simple, "When needs must..." before leaning in to light the end of the smoke. Feeling the heat burn her throat and fill her lungs, it was almost like an instant stress relief, relaxing her.. or could that have been the guys smile? Pulling the cigarette from her mouth and resting it in the ashtray in front of her, she leaned back on her chair, "I could murder a whiskey." She grinned at him again and motioned to the chair next to him, "Do you mind?"

 

Nick: Nah not at all *he pushed the seat from the bar, then stood, reaching over the bar. Grabbing the bottle the bartender had been serving him from, he filled up his glass then pushed it towards the woman* I think serving ourselves is easier than asking that shit to do it for us. It's whiskey, don't worry and don't say murder too loud in this town or someone might take that as a threat. *He was almost tempted to drink from the bottle but wasn't eager to paint himself as a drunkard, so he stood and retrieved a glass from behind the bar before serving himself*

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ picked up her smoke from the ashtray and slid down from her chair, realizing as soon as her feet hit the floor just how much her body ached now she had rested it a while. Moving to the chair beside his, she smiled at his brass as he went behind the bar to grab the bottle. She picked up her glass and tipped the remaining water into the ice bucket on the bar in front of them, pushing the now empty glass toward him before lifting herself into the seat, taking another long drag on the cigarette.

 

Nick blinked as she emptied the glass, "Thirsty? Hell that was more than murder that was murder/homicide." He chuckled at his own joke then poured her more whiskey, before he tossed back his own drink. He didn't return to his seat, not caring if the bartender came back or not as they helped themselves to the liquor. "So you're new to town, eh? Where you from?"

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ laughed a little at his joke as she lifted her refilled glass "Water only does a girl so much good you know." giving him a sly wink as she pressed the glass to her lips, taking a slightly more reserved sip this time, the cool liquid leaving a path of warmth down to her stomach. Leaning forward on the bar, feeling more relaxed now than she had since she walked into the joint, taking another drag on the smoke, realizing this could become a habit, she looked up at him, for the first time seeing something in his eyes, but not able to put a finger on what it was.. Sadness, anger, longing? Mentally shrugging it off as she replied, "I been around a bit, originally from down south, not been back there in quite a while" she trailed off as thoughts of home and her parents filled her head before snapping back to the present, "I guess you could say I came looking for my fortune." She grinned at him before taking another swig of whiskey.

 

Nick: Ah I see, seeking out your life eh? *Reaching for the cigarette he left in front of his seat, he took a drag, pinching the filter as he did so before taking another drink. He hadn't spent much personal time with anyone since starting his new job and he realized he had missed the experience some. Licking his upper front teeth, he leaned on the bar casually then took another drink.* Seems your funds are running low, you're gonna need a place to stay. How were you intending on getting it without money? *His tone stayed casual, making it appear as if he wasn't being noisy but simple asking question any man might ask her in a bar, but he was never casual, another bad habit*

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ sipped on her whiskey, examining the man in front of her, there was something so familiar about him, like she'd known him in another life. She already felt like she could trust him, but she'd only known him 5 minutes. That wasn't like her... Realizing she'd been silent and staring at him, she racked her brain for something to say, barely even remembering his question as her mind became cloudy. Whiskey and nicotine must be going to her head. She sat back, looking at him, giving a nonchalant shrug, "I ain't averse to roughin' it from time to time, just til I get what I need."

 

Nick twisted his lips oddly before nodding. He hadn't expected such a reply but then the town had so far been fully of a lot of unexpected things. "Well, I have a room upstairs, for now, til I find a more permanent residence. You're free to sleep on the floor or something if you want." He knew the offer was a bold one and he had been slightly joking as well as hinting at something else. Not normally so bold, he figured it had been the afternoon at sipping at the whiskey that had him hitting on the woman. He had noticed her looking at him, of course. He was use to women staring at him and used it as part of his charm or lack of it.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ was a little taken aback at his offer, although maybe not as much as she should be.... Was that the whiskey, was it the fatigue or was it the odd charm he had about him. Either way, she knew she didn't have any other options and didn't much fancy sleeping outside, especially after hearing the little quips he kept dropping in about what an odd and possibly dangerous town this was. She would feel safer sleeping in a small enclosed hotel room with this stranger than she would out on the street facing all those other unknown strangers. She glanced downward, running her finger round the rim of her glass, without lifting her eyes from the bar, "Why that's a very kind offer sir... If you're sure, I'd be much obliged!" lifting her glass to her lips and finishing off what was left of the whiskey, before taking the final long drag on her cigarette and stubbing it in the ashtray.

 

Nick expression dropped and he scowled, "What the hell...You would go into a room with some stranger and not even ask for a name or - hell I could be a killer just waiting for beautiful red headed victims to rape and strangle..." As he openly scolded her, he reached into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. Flipping it open he tossed it on to the bar in front of the woman so his badge was displayed clearly. "As it goes, I ain't a killer, but I coulda been. The name is Nick....and you are?"

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ grinned as he scowled, "if you were planning on murdering me, what difference would it have made if I knew your name or not. And for all you know, I could be some escaped psychopath praying on the helpful nature of a kind man, wait'n to slice your throat in your sleep. As it happens, I ain't... So, if you're all done acting like my Momma.. " Reaches out her hand to his, "Nice to meet you Nick, I'm Bubbles."

 

Nick opened his mouth, though it was more like his jaw dropping some from the reply but he disguised it with his own reply, "You, eh, wait...wha? I-" Realized he sounded like an idiot he stood and took another drink before collecting himself. "First off you weigh what, like a buck twenty? You're no threat to anyone and I wasn't acting like your momma, it's my job to keep citizens safe in this town and as for slicing my throat in my sleep, who said I planned on sleeping?" He pour himself more whiskey, making it more of two shots and a half, before he drank it, the liquor spreading warm through him and he knew he was pushing the buzz into the realm of drunkenness. Licking his lips, he set down the glass then leaned once more over the bar, "What the hell kinda name is Bubbles?"

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ tried to disguise a laugh as he tripped all over his words. "I may be slight, but that means I can move a damn sight quicker than you, and didn't nobody ever tell you not to judge a book by it's cover!?" Pushing her glass towards him motioning for a refill. "And you may not be planning on sleeping, but the rate you're disappearing that whiskey, I'd say you probably ain't gonna have much of a choice in the matter." Laughing softly as she leaned back into her chair, feeling more and more relaxed in his presence. "And for your information, Bubbles is what my Momma called me when i was a rugrat... just kinda... stuck, I s'pose."

 

Nick frowned. He was gonna defend his drinking, proclaim he could drink anyone under the table, hell he was part Italian and his family drank wine with breakfast, but instead his scowl deepened. Don't be an idiot, he thought, no one wants to hear about you being a fuckin lush. Straightening up, he grabbed at his wallet that was laid open and put it back in his pocket. "Bubbles is just an odd name, surely I ain't the first one to tell you that. And I am trained to sleep with one eye opened..." His eyes narrowed, "I mean, I wasn't planning on sleeping because I was gonna..." Yeah, explain your lame attempt at hitting on her, that should come across great. "Work. I have some work to get done. You know, let's go, I'll show you the room."

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ slipped down from her chair, picking up her glass one last time and draining every last drop of whiskey from it.... "maybe you should bring the bottle." She said casually as she leaned down to pick up her bag, letting out a groan as she struggled to lift it's weight, feeling as if someone had stuffed it with rocks since she first set it on the ground.

 

Nick came from around the bar and would attempt to take the bag from the woman while muttering, "How 'bout you take the bottle and I'll take the bag." He wondered why the hell the bartender never returned and suspicion ran immediately through his mind but he shook his head.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ noticed an odd look on his face as came out from behind the bar, wondering what he was thinking, the more she got to know this man, the more mysterious he seemed to be. "That sounds like a fair trade to me." Taking the bottle from his hand as he relieved her of her bag. "Lead the way, Detective." She grinned at him and head toward the door.

 

Nick took the full weight of the bag, which wasn't much, then started for the hall. The woman was a clever one, he could sense it even in his drunk haze and he cursed his state. The hours spent fuckin whores had left him with little tact and even less ability to play charming. If he hadn't picked up the woman himself he woulda considered the situation one to be wary of but, as he lead the woman to his room, he knew he had sent the invite and unless the woman was a Jedi mind master there was nothing he had to worry about.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ followed him up the stairs, dragging behind him as her body groaned at each movement. Watching him walk in front of her, trying to hide his slight drunken stumble, but failing, She stood behind him waiting for him to unlock the door to his room, stifling a laugh as concentrated hard on getting the key in the door. Eventually opening it, she followed him in and took a look around, "Nice room!"

 

Nick shoved the door open and entered, dropping the bag on the floor. "Eh, it's aight, fancier than I'm use to but hell beggars can't be choosers. I ain't paying for it, so who am I to argue. Gonna do some house hunting tomorrow, just haven't had the time. So, here you go, you can have the bed, I was joking earlier about the floor. I don't intend on staying here tonight, I have to get to the station and do some paper work, so the place is all yours." He extended his arm and made a sweeping motion as if presenting her with a prize, like some cheesy game show host. "So, you can keep your knife hidden and rest well - there will be no body mutilation tonight." He again huffed out a brief laugh, humored by his own joke. Pressing his finger and thumb to his eyelids, he stood silent a moment before he lowered his hand and blinked a few times.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ grinned at him, wondering if it were the whiskey making him act like a fool, or whether it was just his sense of humor. Whichever it was, she was quite taken by him in a strange sorta way which even she couldn't figure out. But for now, she was too tired to think about it. "I appreciate your kindness, Detective. More than a lot of people have shown me for a long time." Perching down on the edge of the bed and unscrewing the cap off the bottle in her hand, she lifted it toward him, "Well, if you're gonna be working, I'll assume you won't be needing this." She said through a grin, before placing the bottle to her lips and drawing a long swig of whiskey down her throat.

 

Nick watched her drink, then reached out for the bottle, flicking his fingers, "Aight, so I'll sleep on the floor. Give me some." He liked the woman, like how she spoke and teased, he liked how she moved and how she drank. It was nice to have someone to talk to without having to take a mug shot of them afterward or pay them.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ grinned as he snatched the bottle from her. Shifting back on the bed, leaning against the pillow and stretching her legs out in front of her. "I couldn't make you sleep on the floor in your own room.. Although I don't much fancy a cold hard floor either, so what say we just share the bed and both keep warm and comfortable. I mean, I can trust you right ? You ARE a detective after all!"

 

Nick took a drink from the bottle then handed it back, before he shrugged off his jacket then unbuttoned his shirt. "Yeah you can trust me, so tell me more about you? I heard you mentioned you bartending...how old are you? Can't be much older than twenty two." With his shirt unbuttoned, he tossed it to the floor then began to kick off his shoes, stumbling slightly as he did so.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ gladly took back the bottle, taking another swig from it, feeling the haze fill her brain again. kicking her shoes off the end of the bed, she grins at him "Well thank you for the compliment, but I'm 26. Although some days I could swear I'm an old woman." Chuckling to herself as she slips down against the pillow, tapping the space beside her, motioning for him to join her. "And I moved around so much that bartending was the only job I could get easy enough to make some money... Well bartending, stripping and hookin' maybe, but thankfully I always managed to keep myself just out of reach of those professions." She laid her gaze upon his chest, as she was sure her eyes widened noticeably. Tracing over the contours of his muscles in her mind, licking her lips before she'd even realized she'd done it.... As she eyed his muscular form, she noticed faint scars and bruises, *This guy has been in the wars* She thought to herself. Eyes moving down over his body just as a sharp pain snapped her back to reality and  she realized she'd been biting her lip.

 

Nick kicked his shoes aside, then removed his socks, before he went to undo the buckle of his belt. With a thumb unbutton his bottoms, he began to remove his pants then stopped, realizing he was getting naked. "Uh, shit, hey I uh forgot I uh, yeah..." He tossed the belt aside then buttoned himself back up. Sitting on the bed, he slid back and leaned up against the headboard, his arms tucking behind his head. "You should slow down on that shit, you know." He motioned for the bottle once more and as he waited he let his pale eyes wander over the woman, noting small details he had missed in the bar. "Pretty," He said, speaking before he thought about it and he cursed. "Shit."[01:44] ƁυϐϐlεЅ Ѕσπɢ (trinity.ermintrood) grins as she hands him the bottle and watches him button his pants up. Was that disappointment she felt? She tried not to think about it as she shimmied down to lie flat on the mattress. Sinking into the soft sheets, forgetting the last time she was this comfortable. Scoffing at him slightly as he scolds her about her drinking too much, "You're a fine one to talk!" She too unhooks her belt and pulls it from her jeans, dropping it to the floor. her attention turning back to him as she hears him mutter something. "Pretty ??" She looks at him inquisitively.

 

Nick drinks some more, enjoying now the full on drunken warmth that spread over him. With the bottle at his lips, he let it linger there a few as he thought of a response. He lowered the bottle, setting it on his thigh and tapped his finger on the glass. "I think you're pretty, hell nah I think you're beautiful, but you've heard that before I'm sure." Lifting his hand, he scratched at his upper lip thoughtfully. "So no boyfriend?" He looked over at her laid out on the bed and a part of him was tempted to lay beside her, maybe place his hand on her flat stomach and feel her warmth, maybe lean in and smell her hair, oddly he wondered if she smelled like strawberries. Or did she smell clean? That idea made him smile slightly before he took another drink. His sheets always smelled of two types of perfumes, exotic or cheap, scents left behind by the only company he ever kept. A clean scent sounded like a nice change.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ turned her face to him, a little surprised by his confession. Seeing a strange look on his face, wondering what was going through his head. Stumbling on her words a little, maybe because of the whiskey or maybe because of the presence of this rugged man, "I.. erm... Well, thank you, Nick." She managed to get out, blushing a little. "I guess I have heard that a few times, but not from anyone who mattered, or who wasn't trying to sell me.." She chuckled softly to herself, "And no.. no boyfriend. not for a long time. Never been in one place long enough I guess. Although I vowed to myself this would be my final move, so I s'pose I'm here to stay!" Turning on to her side and resting her head on her hand, "So what about you, Nick? What's your story?"

 

Nick shrugged and took yet another drink. "I have no story. I needed a job, they had one and here I am." There was more to it than that, but he wasn't going to ramble on about how he was searching for the whereabouts of a father he hardly knew or how he figured he was dead. He didn't talk of how he obsessed over what happened to him and how he followed a cold trail to Artemisia. "I like being a cop. I'm devoted to my job. It's all I got and want."

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ sensed there was a lot more to this man that he was letting on but she wasn't going to push it, she'd only just met him after all. That thought made her laugh softly... *Only just met him yet here I am laying next to a half naked him in bed in a hotel room* she thought to herself. She felt safe with him, felt like she trusted him even tho she barely knew him. Safer and more relaxed than she'd felt in a long time, in fact. She reached out her hand to grab the whiskey bottle from him, brushing against his stomach as she could barely lift the weight of her own arm, she giggled as she realized the whiskey must have taken more of an effect since she laid down. Seeing the bottle almost empty, she looked up at him, grinning, "I think we're gonna need another bottle!"

 

Nick laid down and laughed, "Shit another bottle and you'll be passed out and maybe I don't want you to pass out just yet, but hell, I might want another bottle." Rolling over, he hung off the side of the and retrieved the phone that was on the floor. Dialing a zero he waited for room service and immediately recognized the woman who answered. Last time she had personally brought up his order and left him a lot more. "Uh yeah can I get a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red, two glasses and the pasta thing I ordered last night..." The woman immediately got snide and began to ask why he needed ot glasses but he ignored her. "Make sure I get the bread too." Hanging up, he rolled back over and rested his hands back behind his head. "We should probably get some food in you."

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ felt her stomach start to respond at the mention of food... When was the last time she ate? *Fuck, I don't even remember* she thought... "Yes, food definitely sounds good... but then again, so does more whiskey" She grins as she playfully leans over him and grabs the bottle from the side of the bed where he'd left it. Wobbling slightly as she tries to shift her weight back to her side of the bed, her arms almost buckling beneath her. Giggling out loud, "so sorry Officer... Oops, I mean Detective." Laughing at herself, before realizing the whiskey had hit her like a freight train when she had sat up.

 

Nick grabbed the bottle to keep the liquor from spilling on the bed but let you keep it in your hand. "Whoa easy there, I like whiskey but I don't want to sleep in it. Maybe you should slow down some, eh? 'Least 'til the food gets here." He turned facing the side of the bed that was occupied. "Told you I want you awake."

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ pursed her lips into a solemn face. "yes sir!" She said sternly, trying not to laugh. releasing the bottle to his grasp. Falling against him, not bothering to move as his arms support her weight. "You know, it's been a while since I've had any one to talk to. Anyone decent to spend my time with. Makes me kinda glad the bartender was such a dick to me. If you hadn't come to my rescue, who knows where I'd be right now." Leaning down to rest her chin against your chest before her head flops drunkenly to the side.

 

Nick laughed at your antics and held the bottle off to the side as his other hand came to rest on your hip casually. "You're drunk." He grinned crookedly. "I never seen that guy 'fore - the bartender that is. He wasn't very cheerful for someone living on tips. Kinda odd..." His mind returned to a semi sober state as he considered what he was saying. "Weird..." He sat some so he could take a drink before he settled back down. He was startled when something banged on the door. It wasn't a knock, it was too forceful and he scowled before rising, his pants barely hanging on his hips without the belt. WHen he got to the door he yanked it open and found the bottle of liquor but no one was there. Looking down the hall, he frowned then noticed the word scrawled on the door with what appeared lipstick. BASTARD. Chuckling, he closed the door and returned to the bed. "Well hopefully the food is coming soon." Settling back on the bed he attempted to work his way back under the beautiful red head.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ jumped in shock as she heard the pounding on the door, being almost thrown back on the mattress as he jumped up almost instinctively to investigate. Her eyes almost closed and her words slurred, "Was that dinner?" As she lay there on the bed, slightly dizzy. Letting him shift her about like a rag doll as he tries to wriggle back under her, unable to be of much use at all. As he settles back down, she leans against him once more, lifting on eye lid to look at him, a drunken grin spreading accross her face as she sees him peering back at her. "You're a good man Detective Nick Courtois." Her face forms into an inquiring frown, "At least, I THINK you're a good man... ARE you a good man?" Wriggling up your body a little so your pants weren't digging into her side, settling against you again, laying her head on your chest.

 

Nick laughed at the drunk woman on his bed while he wondered where the fuck he'd put the bottles. One was in his hand and he leaned up searching for the other one then laughed suddenly not giving a shit. Setting the other one aside, he laid back down and closed his pale eyes. "A good man....a gooooood mannnnnn...." He chuckled, then wiped a hand over his face. "Is that what you are looking for little lady? A good man? Or maybe a good fuck?" He hadn't been paying much attention to his other hand and it slipped under the jeans of the woman's pants.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ leaned up, sobered up a little his actions and his words. Opening both her eyes to look at him. Experiencing a warm sensation as his hand slipped inside her jeans. Grabbing his wrist before he moved it down any further, although only to stop it, not to remove it, she replied horsely, "I may not know what I'm looking for but I know that I AM a good woman, and I will not be just someones quick release, or fuck toy because it's convenient!.. " Fighting the urge to kiss him and let his hand continue to wander, not knowing if it was the whiskey or him that was having such a profound effect on her. "Is that all YOU'RE looking for, Detective Courtois?"

 

Nick felt his wrist being grasped and he laughed, his head coming up as his eyes opened. They felt hooded and gritty and he swiped at them before he grinned. "Would it make you feel better if I said I had been looking for you?" It was a lame attempt at being smooth and he would attempt to roll over and take you with him so he could be on top. He would catch the scent of sweet, the scent all women smelled like to him. It was a trigger that had his mind clouded and he was beyond thinking about shit. The woman wanted him, she had made it evident form the moment he met her right? The way she tilted her head and smiled, the licking of lips, the way she crawled in his bed. Who was he to deny her of what she obviously wanted? Lust would smear across his face as his eyes brightened and a hand went to his pants, flipping it undone with his thumb.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ gasps out loud as he flips her over, pinning her down by her wrists, forcing her legs apart as he knelt between them, turning her head to the side, and struggling at first, but giving in to the throbbing she was feeling deep in the pit of her stomach, looking up into his bloodshot eyes, sobering up more by the second. She couldn't shake this feeling that she had known this man her whole life, yet was just meeting him for the first time. Her body was aching for him already, even though she had never intended for this to happen. She was drawn in by his charm, his wit, his mystery. And he had come to her rescue, tonight, no matter how cheesy it may be, he was her hero. She leaned into him, weakly whispering, "I'm not your whore, Nick."

 

Nick peered down while blinking. "Not my whore..." He nodded, then attempted to grab at your face, so he could hold your chin in his hand. "Then who's whore are you baby, huh?" He grinned again, though this time it was as wicked as his intentions. He could smell the perfume, the bed seemed to reek of it suddenly and he caught images of the last naked whore he had in the bed beneath him. He could almost hear her laughing, panting, crying out to him and he realized he was roaring drunk.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ had nowhere else to look but right at you, as you held her chin. Your face, your whole demeanor had changed in the last few minutes. She was beginning to see the side of you that you held back, unsure if it was you or the whiskey. She wanted you, she couldn't deny it, but she didn't wanna be your whore for the night and nothing more. This wasn't the start she had predicted in a new town. her lip was trembling, as was the rest of her body, seemingly in conflict with itself, looking into your eyes, trying desperately to read you, "What do you want from me Nick?"

 

Nick released your chin then sat up and turned to sit at the edge of the bed, his head resting against his palm. Women didn't speak so much, least not the women he knew and they definitely didn't ask questions or say his name unless it was while cumming and he felt his head begin to pound some. "I want...I want to know...hell where the fuck is that bottle?" Looking around, he sought out the bottle and found the one that was nearly up and put it to his lips. His head tilted back far as he downed what was left, his body sway some as he teetered, his unbuttoned pants ready to fall.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ sat up on the bed. totally sobered up now. She could tell she wasn't the kind of girl he was used to. That was a good thing for her, she thought to herself, but probably a bad thing for him. She knelt up, wobbling slightly before regaining her balance. Placing one hand on his bare shoulder as she sidled up behind him, using her other hand to cover his around the neck of the bottle. She felt a slight trembling, but couldnt tell if it was him or her. Moving her hand from his shoulder to rest under his chin, she turned his face towards her, studying him for a second, noticing lines on his face that she'd not noticed before, seeing that look behind his eyes again and still unable to figure out what it is. There was a sadness in his soul though, she could feel it. "I'm not like the other women Nick. I'm not the same as them." She bought your face closer to hers, hesitating for a second before pressing her lips against yours, to kiss you slowly.

 

Nick tasted the kiss and it mingled with that of whiskey and cigarettes and he knelt some to set the bottle on the floor before he would attempt to lift the woman in his arms, all the while never breaking the kiss and he would stumble to the bed. Not like other women...her words repeated in his head. The woman was more intoxicating than the liquor.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ wrapped herself around him as he lifted her. Kissing him more deeply now. Hoping he realized that she wasn't the same. not what she thought he was used to. She couldn't figure in her own mind why she was so drawn to a man she'd just met. She was usually so good at remaining at a distance from people. As he laid her back on the bed, she drew back from the kiss, looking again into his eyes, seeing a glimmer she was sure wasn't there last time. Her lips were already aching for his again. This strange feeling had taken over her whole body, as she asked him again, "What do you want from me, Nick?"

 

Nick This. *It was a simple word but it held a hell of a lot of meaning at that moment. He'd never been in such a position where he gave two shits. He was stepping int o a dangerous realm that was going to lead him somewhere he wasn't sure he was ready to be. What the hell is with this town, he thought.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ studied his eyes as he gave his answer. *This* Just one word, yet it seemed to be the perfect word. More than just a simple word. Somehow, she knew, she sensed that it was more than just *This*. Placing her hand on his cheek, she ran her thumb across his lips whilst her other hand entwines her fingers with his. In a low whisper, she repeated his answer, "This." As she leaned up, seeking out his mouth, slipping her tongue between his parted lips, breathing him in deeply.

 

Nick tangled his tongue with the woman who he knew little about. With his jaw working, he sank into the beauty, losing himself in the sensation he sought after time and time again with other women, something he never found 'til now. With his teeth scraping at lips, his hands began to roam, pushing up the material of the shirt. He wanted to use the woman but he knew it was typical and this woman wasn't typical. Drawing back he looked down at the her, "What do you want?" He wasn't sure why he was asking or why he carried. Maybe he was just stalling, trying to escape the moment.

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ stuttered, totally unsure of what to say, maybe even a little surprised that he cared... After all, just a few minutes ago, he'd wanted her to be his whore. "i.... I don't know." She thought for a second, catching her breath from the kiss that took it away. "I didn't come looking for anything..... but then I met you." She looked at him, trying to read his reaction. "You're different. there's just.... Something about you. I like it.. I want it. I want to keep it." She leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth, "And I want to feel safe. I want to be protected."

 

Nick nodded. He was still blurry, lost in the fog of the liquor and it suddenly made him bold. I can do that," he blurted. He suddenly missed the whiskey and the drunken state he'd been working himself into all evening. The women and her words, her touch, everything seemed to sober him up and he thought again about that clean scent he had been caught up in earlier. Lowering his head, he pressed his face to her temple and inhaled. "You smell..."

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ felt her whole body turn hot as he spoke his words. *Did he just agree to protect me? Was that him telling me I could have him... I could keep him?* She thought to herself, trying to determine exactly what it was he "can do"... What was it about this man that stirred her up so much, that clouded her mind, that made her want him to much, made her want to belong to him. All after meeting up just a few hours ago. She couldn't figure it out. Resting back against the mattress, her breathing quick and shallow through parted lips as he leaned down, burying his face against the side of her head. "I smell... what?" Confused by his words. What did smell have to do with anything. This man, was such an enigma. A puzzle. And one that she alone wanted to solve.

 

Nick pushed himself back up, "Good...you smell good." She was looking at him oddly and he flashed a smile. It was one of those smiles he used to deflect and distract. "What perfume do you wear?" He knew he probably sounded insane and any minute she was going to get up and run for the door that was grafittied with lipstick. How would he feel about that? He wondered if he should go back to kissing her. There was no talking when people kissed. It could be his saving grace. Too bad the damn detective in him continued to speak and ask questions. "I can't put my finger on what you smell like."

 

ƁυϐϐlεЅ sat up, facing him and laughed. "I probably smell like Whiskey, Cigarettes and like I've been sat on a bus for two days, but hey, whatever floats your boat detective." She gave him a cheeky grin and a wink. She leaned down to the side of the bed and grabbed the unopened bottle of whiskey, twisting off the cap and lifting it to his lips, tipping it up as if she were bottle feeding a baby. "You look like you could use this." She said through a grin. Letting him have his fill before snatching the bottle away from his mouth and lifting it to her own, taking a long drawn out gulp. Feeling a little more playful now, she knelt up in front of him, running her fingers down over his chest to his stomach before hooking them in the loose waistband of his pants, pulling him close to her again, tilting her head to graze her teeth along the edge of his earlobe, moving down his neck to his shoulder, stopping for a second to turn her head and take another swig of whiskey, then going back to nibbling at his delicious flesh.