soaked -:- d!ddy mgc [cs]

1: shitty bars and chandeliers

song of the chapter:

knee socks by arctic monkeys

[dedicated to arcticpeters for the cover and hemnesia , lobemuke , alitimelow_ , mclahey , tomlin-fox , centuxies , rebellilou , ashtoniwrins , horribIe , beastieboys- , satired , teenIovers , and horizonharry for helping me pick the name and just being gr9 people. the picture in the side bar or above is kat dennings aka the girl who i picture as mara, what do you think? :) enjoy x]

Michael liked what he saw across the bar, he liked it a lot. She had raven black hair, lips that he could tell would fit perfectly around his cock, a curvy build he could hold onto, it would be a crime not to bend her over, and like girls had said in the past, Michael was a very good boy. His eyes wandered up and down her, memorizing her shape and finding himself biting his lip to repress a moan. The bartender gave him a knowing look, the smirk on his face growing when a twenty was handed over to him and a cosmo ordered for the girl dressed in blue but with lips fire red. Michael watched as her cheeks flushed when the glass was slid over, the imprinting of the rouge painted across her lips againist the glass, and the dirty thoughts that came with it, his mind enswarmed by her.

Their eyes met briefly, but it only took a few seconds for Mara to see the lust in his, diolated to dark moons in seas of green irises. Her friend Christy Ann nudged her to approach, but she just gave a shy smile and shook her head, wrinkling her nose at the idea of the pale boy even feigning an interest in her. But she would lie if she said she didn't steal glances at him, eyes flicking from scarlett lips to large hands encompassing a glass of scotch he didn't dare to sip.

But Michael wasn't the only one with eyes for Mara, and it's an understatement to say Michael raced his blonde friend over to the curvy brunette.

"Hi-", Michael cut off Luke, shoving him out of the way and growling a quiet 'get lost' over his shoulder. Sending a glare and brushing the imaginary dust off himself, the tall blond stalked off, leaving the cocky son of a bitch and clearly peeved girl alone.

"Hey gorgeous.", he leaned his weight onto the wooden bar, running hands through his freshy dyed blue hair before grazing those same fingertips over the girl's wide set hips, earning a slight quiver from her as he squeezed her gently. His hands wandered to the girl's full bottom, a smirk curving it's way onto his lips as he laced his fingers right below her waist, pulling the girl closer in the process. His breath fanned her neck as he leaned in, bringing his lips to her satiny skin, causing her to tense but eventually melt under his touch. Her honey brown eyes fluttered close, craning her neck back slightly and letting out a shaky breath lined with whined curses. Pulling away briefly, he traced his work, flickering his eyes down to the girl's flushed cheeks and tossled hair. Tucking a loose piece behind her ear, he pressed his lips gently below her ear, giving a breathy laugh at the whimper that fell from her painted lips. Taking a seat on the bar stool behind, Michael perched the girl on his lap, running his hands over her curves and taking in every bit of her lustfully. Mara ran her delicate fingers over his inner thigh, only for his broader hand to take guide of hers and drift it in slight circles. "You're a woman, fucking beautiful, and real, you make every other bitch in here look like a little girl."