Courtney's birthday officially over with nearly every one of us either still buzzing, drained or paralytic from the amount of alcohol we've consumed, the club finally called it to and end at gone two. Bare footed I started to wonder up and down the buffet table, despite the left over crisps and sausage rolls not looking very appetising I still picked at the plates with a rumbling stomach.
"Come on, let's get going," Aston said walking over with my bag in his hand.
"Oh, do we have to?"
"The managers asking everyone to leave."
Crunching one last crisp I took my bag and followed him over to his family standing by the door. I've loved tonight and the way everyone has made me feel so welcome, I'm now wondering why I ever worried about what people would think to me being here, I should have known Aston is just like his parents and siblings. Caring, funny and kind-hearted.
"Thank you both for coming," Courtney smiled.
"No, thank you. It's been great," I said.
"It's been lovely to meet you Kayleigh, you will come and see us again soon won't you?"
"I'll try."
"Oh please do."
"Yeah, we'll both see you soon," Aston said kissing Courtney and Siobhan on the cheek after a manly hug with his Brother and Dad.
"Get home safe guys."
"Bye. Thanks again," I smiled.
The taxi already parked up outside we climbed in the back seats and set off home before anyone else could catch a ride. Facing the air again has knocked me two steps back.
"I'm hungry, I want kebab," I moaned.
"Have some cheese on toast when we get home."
"No, I want a kebab."
"You won't eat it, you never do after a night out."
"I will, I didn't eat anything at the party."
Pleading with my hands on his lap he rolled his eyes watching the street behind me.
"Mate, is there a kebab shop close by?" he asked the driver.
"There's a place around the corner that sells pizza and burgers, they might do kebabs."
"That will do."
"But.." I stuttered.
"He said they might."
Stopping along the road in a thirty minute bay Aston jumped out with a ten pound note hoping to sort my cravings. Sitting in the back seat I suddenly felt the drivers eyes looking at me through his mirror.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Don't worry darling, I've put up with worse than a stop for a kebab on a Saturday night."
I chuckled looking out of the window.
"Boyfriend, is he?"
"Oh no. It's complicated."
Inpatient and waiting for another ten minutes Aston finally returned with a wrapped box in his hand.
"Thanks mate," he nodded slamming the door shut.
"Is the lady happy now?" he asked.
"She better be."
"Thank you," I grinned. "I'll make it up to you."
"Too right you can, as soon as we get home."
Giggling and dodging the drivers eye once again I can only assume he's guessed what kind of relationship we have. Crunching the paper to one side I held the box in between us to share, the meat being more satisfying than the pita I picked around it just like Aston said I would, he's right in saying I usually waste it but I'm determined not to tell him that.
Home by half three we paid the fare and stumbled inside out of the cold early morning air, my shoes kicked off to the side and rubbish threw across the breakfast bar, I sat myself down on the closest stool.
"I think I'm going to be sick," I groaned.
"I told you not to have a kebab."
"It's not the kebab."
"It's the alcohol and kebab, now drink this," he said passing me a glass of tap water. "It will make you feel better."
Nodding I took it from him and emptied the glass, belching as I finished.
"Sorry," I chuckled.
"Come on, I think you need to get some sleep."
"Are you coming with me?"
"Well someones got to tuck you in haven't they?"
Sliding down from my stool I pushed my bedroom door open and wandered over to my dressing table rummaging through the drawers.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Aston asked.
"I need a face wipe."
"Get undressed, I'll find you one."
After peeling off my eyelashes I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, my top also loose enough to slide down my body I removed my arms and was left stood in my underwear. Climbing in bed as Aston did in just his boxers I took the face wipe from his hand and removed any last trace of make up on my face.
"My heads spinning," I moaned laying back in bed.
"Imagine the hangover."
"I thought you were trying to make me feel better?"
"I'm just saying," he giggled.
"I haven't drunk anymore than you."
"Exactly, I thought you would have learnt by now that you can't handle it."
Pushing him away he grabbed my waist and chuckled with me under the covers.
"I didn't do anything stupid did I?" I asked.
"No, apart from the Aunt Moira incident."
"That was your fault, not mine."
"It was no more mine than it was yours, we were both out there."
"It was your idea!"
"I didn't hear you refuse, in fact you were rather keen."
"Do you think she believed you?"
"Yeah, my fly's were already un-done."
Giggling I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck, the look in his eyes one I remember well.
"Thanks for tonight," I said.
"That wasn't exactly the thank you I was hoping for."
"I'm not finished," I whispered.
"Oh.."
Laying back with a smirk on his face he watched as I crawled across him and sat up on his crotch, the alcohol no doubt boosting my confidence. Instead of feeling his eyes scan my near naked body I started to feel light-headed again, my hands holding him for support.
"Steady," he said.
"I'm just a little drunk."
"Come here," he chuckled pulling me down closer so our chests are now touching.
Crushing his lips to mine his right hand started to wander down the bed and rest on my thigh as we continued to kiss. Parting for just a few seconds I ran my fingers through my hair and pushed it from my face to one side, the look on Aston's face not long enough to capture before my lips returned. Reaching around to my back I fiddled with the clasp on my bra and removed my arms, Aston then throwing it to the floor in a heap with my other clothes. Resting on my arms at the side of his head I let him caress my bare chest for a few minutes before taking my turn. From the base of his neck to his impressive six-pack I made a path of kisses down south leaving a trail of my hot breath on his skin, the excitement already showing in his black Calvin Klein boxers. Hidden under the duvet I eased them down his legs and started to pleasure him, both my mouth and hands causing him to groan louder and more regular the faster and more into it I got.
"Fuck," Aston gasped in a breath.
Listening to him moan until we both finished I completely removed his underwear leaving them pushed to the bottom of the bed along with the duvet, his very impressive body now on full show before me. Smirking I crawled my way up to his lips again, hovering above him on all fours his hands started to rub the back of my thighs and eventually removed my knickers, easing me down in the right position.
"Oh Aston," I whined against his lips.
"Hmm."
His hands tightening around my bum he slowly started to control my movements, thrusting himself forward as we pushed deeper into one another. Staying on top of Aston throughout I continued to groan and scream with very little control over my voice, in fact I don't have as much control as I'd like in any of my movements tonight, but with just a few more thrusts away from finishing my heart is beating ten to the dozen.
"Oh my god," Aston gulped.
Panting laying beside him still tingling all over I ran my fingers back through my hair again and I laid in silence staring at the ceiling.
"Hey?" he whispered.
"Hmm."
Turning my head to face him I simply giggled.
"Lightweight," he teased.
"Whatever."
Reaching down for the duvet I pulled it up over us and cuddled into Aston's chest, his arms automatically wrapping around me as if this is completely normal.
He's right though, I should have known I can't handle as much vodka as I can wine, I can drink a glass of red like fruit juice these days. Luckily, I didn't do anything stupid in front of his family, it was more the other way around actually. Like father like son ey?
I've slept like a log these past couple of weeks, and with all the alcohol in my system I never expected something to wake me up before noon the next day, especially something so loud. I jumped up suddenly realising Aston is still here looking as confused as me, and that's when I panicked. The last I knew we were the only ones in the house?!
"Aston, whats that?!" I whimpered.
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