Without the Bitter the Sweet Isn't as Sweet
josephhudson·:
A smirk made its way on the male’s face, soon replacing his tired expression with a more smug one once she missed her first shot. “What is it, Kingston? Am I too much of a distraction?” Joseph mused, circling around the table as to scan his options while the blonde made up her mind on which of his words were the actual lie.
Smiling to himself, the male took a shot and ended up landing the first ball in the hole he had aimed for, standing back up straight in victory before grabbing on a shot glass full to the brim. “ So, the three tattoos huh? “ he hummed, taking his sweet time as to give her time to change her final answer, though it seemed like Eleanor’s mind was made up already - and with that, he extended the shot her way. “ Drink up, you’re wrong princess “
His low laughter came out like a rumble in his chest, knowing that curiosity was probably killing her by now as to know which one of the two other options were the actual like. “ I bench 393. Used to be more but aging is a bitch “
Grabbing a shot on his own, he was quick to down it before letting out a chuckle emit past his lips at her suggestive innuendo. “ So you see me as some sort of very touchy masochist? I don’t know how I should feel about that “ Shaking his head yet again at her amusing words, Joseph found himself getting rather distracted as well and missed his following shot. Though, it allowed him to lean against the closest wall and observe as Eleanor scanned the game, but it would be a lit to say that his eyes didn’t roam on her body more often than the pool table.
“ Pool party with David Guetta.. I’ll bite. “ he hummed once getting all the options enumerated to him, having to stop the lie just as she did previously. “ You could probably kick my ass in jiu-jitsu so I’ll go with the Miss Sweden “
Eleanor would’ve drank anyway had she guessed the right answer. Something about her once upon a love was too intoxicating to be manage sober. Delicate fingers wrapped the tequila shot as she threw it back. The sting reminding her how real their interaction was.
“So... Three tattoos... Guess you’ll have to show them off sometime.” She chuckles, shaking blonde tendrils. The thought of seeing every intimate secret that adorned Joseph’s body brought a chill down Eleanor’s spine. Had it been that long since she was vulnerable to another in the sheets?
“Damn.” She chided as her ball missed its pocket. Eleanor turns to him, “You’re right. But you should drink up anyway so we’re on the same page.” El points to the glass for him to take as the alcohol coursed through her own veins. “I didn’t win Miss Sweden while abroad but I did go to support a friend! She ended up being runner up. Also, David Guetta’s pool party was way too easy to sneak into. All you had to have were a pair of boobs. Oh, and for the record.”
She leans against the wall beside him as she felt the heat radiate off his body, “I could totally kiss your ass if I wanted to...”
Perhaps it was the tequila that caused her slip up. Her reaction time all too slow for her to comprehend. She slowly turns her head to him. “Wait... I mean kick. Not kiss.”
Luckily in that instant, the bar began to play another top 40 tune. Blame it on the liquid courage but not wanting to dwell on her comment, Eleanor grabbed Joseph’s hand and pulled him close to her body. “C’mon, I love this song! I think...”
A grin pulls on her lips as she sways her body to the beat and draped her arms over his shoulders. He certainly bulked up in the last ten years as she felt the contours of his muscles under his shirt. Electric. A slight zing scorched her fingertips as she wanted nothing more than to live in this exact moment forever. She stood on her tiptoes as scarlet lips grazed the shell of his ear. The bass pounded and so did her heart.
“I used to think about you.” Eleanor admits easily. “In ways so many ways. What were you up to? If you thought about me?” Her heart tugged at the memory. She quickly spins, so he doesn’t see how her heart was worn on her sleeve, and wraps his arm her waist so her ass molded into his crotch. Swaying to the rhythm of the song. “But in one particular way I’d think of you well... It would’ve made even the holiest sweat in confession.”
