Drunk (JimJam and caraMel)

[Melanie McKinnon]

Mel held onto James for dear life, giggling slightly into his neck as he apparated them, she always felt funny while apparating. When he fell backwards the woman landed on top of him, she did not feel any pain – her knees might hurt in the morning though – seeing as he softened the fall for her a lot.

She parted her legs slightly more and sat up, straddling James. Mel grinned down at him, bringing her head back down so it was only inches away from his. "Hi!" she laughed out. "How do you like the floor?"

[James Jackson]

Pain in his head long forgotten, James grinned up at the blond that was now straddling him. He moved his hands so they were resting on Mel's hips and let one hand travel up her side until he was able to push it into her hair, tangling it around his fingers. "With you on top of me, the floor is absolutely brilliant," he said, chuckling to himself at his words. Merlin, his humor was on fire when he was drunk. He was freaking hilarious.

He used the hand in Mel's hair to pull her head down and he pressed their lips together again, this time more slow and intense than the two kisses they shared on the crowded dance floor. It felt somewhat right, if it hadn't been so wrong. But he was drunk, so he didn't think about all these things.

[Melanie McKinnon]

Mel grinned down at James for his reply. "The view up here is pretty good." her eyes darted towards the windows and then found him again.

The fact that she wasn't wearing much underneath her dress was once again forgotten as woman kissed him back, using her knees to tilt herself slightly more up so she could place her hands on his chest.

She moved her hands upwards, slowly, her fingers found the collar of Jame's shirt and absent minded played with it. She next parted her lips slightly and her legs locked on each side of James' outer thighs, tightly.

[James Jackson]

As they kissed, both of James' hands traveled down again and his fingers twisted into the fabric of Mel's dress. He started to pull it upwards, it didn't fight him. He broke the kiss to pull the fabric over her head and then eyed the now visible skin, licking his lips. He stroked his fingers down her collarbone and over her stomach before putting each of his hands on her hips and pulling her against him again.

"Even better than I expected. And my expectations were high," he muttered huskily, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. He held on tight as he stood up again, Mel still hanging from his body. He brought both hands down so they were now resting on her arse.

"Taking you to the bedroom now," he informed her, kissing her again as he started walking. Luckily the bedroom wasn't very far. He threw her onto the bed, removed his own shirt and trousers and then crawled onto the bed himself. "Are you as good in bed as you are on the dance floor?" he asked her with a grin, his body hovering over hers. "Because I certainly am."

[Melanie McKinnon]

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Mel woke up, wrapped in a bundle of white thin sheets. Her head throbbed and she groaned. What the hell was the time?

She moved to sit up, pushing the sheets from her as she did so and that's when she noticed that she wasn't wearing any clothes.

What the - Oh. The memories of last night came back, racing through her mind; broken shoes, a lot of drinking, loud music, kissing, more kissing, more kissing and-
The blond's head snapped to the side, her eyes finding James next to her. She groaned again and fell back on her pillow "Well, shit."

[James Jackson]

James groaned in his sleep and buried his throbbing head deeper into his pillow. There was no way he was prepared to wake himself up from his state of still being unsullied by the hangover looming over him. He could feel a warm body next to him, and he wasn't prepared to let it leave. He slung his arm around their waist and pulled them back against his body.

He nuzzled his face into the soft skin of the female's shoulder, utterly unaware of who she was and why there was even someone in his bed. At that moment he didn't really care either, he just wanted to sleep for days.

[Melanie McKinnon]

Mel had a plan, she had to get up, find her clothes and get the hell out of James' apartment and then figure out some kind of 'let's never speak about this again' plan to present to James next time she saw him, but her brilliant plan failed horribly when the man slung his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

Biting back a shriek, Mel tried to push him away, but with no such luck for he had her hands locked between them. "Ugh, James..." she whispered, trying to nudge him with his shoulder. Oh, to hell with whispering! "James Jackson! Let go of me!"

The second she yelled at him, she regretted it, now there was no way of silently sneaking out. Shit.

[James Jackson]

Someone was shouting. Why the hell was someone shouting? James let out a surprised yelp and managed to roll himself, and the person he was currently clinging to his chest, off the bed. The ground was hard against his back and he let out a loud groan of pain. Combine that with the intense throbbing in his head and somehow it felt like there were nail marks on his back even if he couldn't remember how they got there. James was kind of wishing he could curl up under his bed and never come out again.

He forced himself to open his eyes, and they widened almost comically as he saw who was sprawled out on his chest. He tried to remember why she would be there, but the memories weren't there, and the refused to come back no matter how hard he thought.

James groaned again and brought a hand to aid his painful head. "Mel? Why are you here?" he asked her, his voice horse. Then he realized something else as well. "Why are we naked?" he asked, and as soon as the question was out there, memories came flooding back to him. Oh he was in big trouble now. Big, big, big trouble. This could only be described in one possible way. "Well shit."

[Melanie McKinnon]

Mel shrieked, holding onto James as the collapsed on the floor (once again). Melanie McKinnon wasn't one to feel awkward, but being placed naked on top of her best friend at that very moment made the woman feel very, very, very awkward.

"Yes, shit indeed." Mel managed out, rolling off James and standing up. "I can't believe we did that." she said, shaking her head as her eyes darted around the room in search of her clothes. "What the hell did you do with my dress?"

She stared at James, trying to ignore the fact that both of them were still naked and trying to figure out something to say. "Right, we had sex." she stated, crossing her arms. "That was fun, stuff happens, it's over. I'll see you later!"

[James Jackson]

James shouldn't be staring. He shouldn't be staring at his very, very naked best friend, but he was. And she was gorgeous. He quickly turned his head away, listening as she spoke, trying very hard to ignore the throbbing in his head, it was quite distracting. Maybe he should stare at Mel some more, that seemed to be helping. No, wait, he wasn't supposed to stare.

As soon as she rolled off of him James got up and fished a pair of boxers from the drawer behind him, pulling them on quickly.

"Your dress is in the living room, if I remember correctly," he said, his voice rough from all the alcohol and other things that may or may not have happened over the night. "We'll just never bring it up again? Because that's fine with me. Does that mean you can let yourself out and I can go back to bed? 'Cos my head hurts like a bitch."

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