Balconies Are Great Plot Devices Chapter 4
Here’s part four! Lowkey decided to post this part right now because someone (cough @highqueenofelfhame cough) is hurting my heart and I needed to post something that doesn’t hurt. Note: this is a direct continuation of the last chapter - it takes place the same night.
Summary: Meissa makes friends with her downstairs neighbor.
Warnings: mild swearing, kind of a cliffhanger ending, things gets a little heated in this one
As the credits rolled on the screen, I took one final swallow of my beer and set the bottle on the floor. I would’ve put it on the table with the others, but I was laying with my head in Austin’s lap and I wasn’t particularly inclined to move. He had one hand thrown across the back of the couch, but the other was resting lightly on my stomach, and I was almost afraid to move for fear that he’d retract his hand.
We’d both had enough to drink that we were happily buzzed, probably beyond even that, and his hand had found its way to my stomach seemingly of its own accord, just like I had found myself sprawled across his lap without any recollection of consciously deciding to do so.
As peaceful as the moment was, it had to come to an end. My phone chose that exact moment to start ringing - loudly, and with a sort of aggressiveness I didn’t realize a phone could possess - on the coffee table, and I couldn’t reach it without standing up.
Of course, upon standing and actually being able to see the screen, I realized that it was a call from some number from a state on the other side of the country, and therefore there had been absolutely no reason for me to get up.
Sighing in frustration, I set my phone back on the table and was in the process of turning back around to face Austin when my feet got tangled in his. Letting out a gasp of surprise, I felt myself begin to fall, and I was convinced I was about to go crashing to the floor when I felt another body beneath mine.
Somehow, I had been turned enough that, as I fell, Austin was able to wrap his arms around my waist and pull me into him, which kept me from falling. It also meant that I was effectively straddling him - not that I was complaining.
“Hey,” he whispered, shifting me slightly so that I was resting more comfortably against him.
“Hey yourself,” I whispered back, leaning close enough that I could link my hands behind his neck. “I guess the alcohol made me a little clumsy.”
“I guess it did - how else would you have ended up in this position?”
“Well,” I replied, thinking for a moment before continuing. “There’s lots of ways for me to find myself straddling you.”
“Oh, really?” His fingers danced lightly across the exposed strip of skin on my back from where my shirt had ridden up, the warmth of his touch causing goosebumps to erupt as his hands ghosted over my skin.
“Mhmm,” I breathed, my fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck that had escaped from the bun. I leaned closer, grinding down into his lap lightly as I did, so I could whisper “and all of them are a lot more fun than me stumbling into your lap” in his ear, my lips skimming across his jaw as I pulled back.
My eyes met his as I pulled away from him, and the intensity in his gaze made me shiver. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavily, never breaking eye contact. I was infinitely grateful that he’d removed his glasses sometime during the movie, because it gave me an uninhibited view into his deep green gaze.
I wasn’t entirely sure who moved first - alcohol was a strange beast - but the next thing I knew, Austin’s lips on were moving against my own, and I was kissing him back - and I hated to say it - like the ship was going down.
His lips were warm and soft against mine, and I couldn’t help the small groan that rumbled in my throat as his tongue swiped against my bottom lip, a silent request for entrance. Austin’s answering moan as I parted my lips for him was enough to send a jolt of fire through each of my nerve endings.
I pressed closer against his chest, pulling his hair free from the hair tie and running my hands through it, the strands soft between my fingers. Our tongues danced with one another, and the harder and deeper he kissed me, the harder I pushed myself against him.
We stayed like that until he pulled back, gasping slightly and drawing in deep breaths, clearly out of air from the intensity of the kiss. I took advantage of the moment and moved my lips across his jaw and down his neck, sucking lightly at the junction between his jaw and his neck as I moved over it.
His answering moan was all the encouragement I needed, and my lips continued their trail down his neck until I reached the hollow of his throat. I bit down - just hard enough for him to feel the pressure - before tracing my tongue over the slight indentations I’d left in his skin.
Austin only moaned louder and gripped my hips tightly, drawing me down against him as I began to suck lightly on the skin of his throat. He hissed in a breath as I sucked a little harder, my name falling off his lips in a breathless whisper as I ran my tongue over the mark I’d just made.
Sitting back to inspect my work, I hummed contently at the light bruise that was already blossoming on his skin. Austin’s head was thrown back on the couch, and his breathing was heavy - a sight that set me on fire. I leaned in to press my lips to the base of his throat again, and his grip on my hips tightened to the point I was sure he would leave bruises - not that I was complaining.
I lifted my head enough to capture his lips with my own again, and suddenly I found myself stretched out on the couch with Austin on top of me, our legs a jumbled mess of limbs. I let out a gasp of surprise at the motion, and he used my moment of shock to take control of the situation, kissing me with a bruising intensity.
Once he’d kissed me breathless, his lips trailed down my neck to the junction with my collar bone, and I couldn’t help but arch up into him as he began nipping lightly at my skin. One of my legs hooked around his waist so I could move against him easier, and the hand that wasn’t fisted in his hair slid under the back of his tee, moving the fabric up his back in the process.
The hand that was tangled in his hair drifted down to join my other one on his waist, and my fingers explored the muscles of his back. My right hand had just drifted to his abs when he pulled the skin of my neck between his teeth lightly, and I couldn’t help but moan out his name in a breathless whisper.
Austin sucked on the skin his teeth had just been holding, and the groan I let out that time was definitely louder than a whisper. He laughed against my neck - it was a breathless sound - and drove his hips down against mine.
I raked my left hand down his back hard enough to raise scratches on his skin at the feeling of him pressing into me, and his lips found mine again as my right hand skimmed the waistband of his jeans.
I felt the hitch in his breathing as my fingers dipped inside his waistband, and it was that tiny movement that brought me back to reality.
There was no doubt that I was attracted to Austin, and clearly he was into me, but exploring those feelings we had while we were both drunk probably wasn’t the best idea.
I pulled both of hands up to Austin’s chest and I pushed hard enough to separate myself from him. “Austin, wait. We shouldn’t do this.”
“Meissa, I’m so sorry!” Austin pulled away from me like I’d burned him, and he settled himself on the opposite side of the couch. “I shouldn’t have been so forward, I just thought that we were both into each other, and I just -”
“Austin, whoa, slow down.” I sat up and placed my hands on his knees, effectively silencing him. “I want to do this, don’t get me wrong, but we should probably wait until we aren’t drunk.”
He smiled at that, reaching out with one of his hands to cover my own. “You really mean that? You want to give this a shot?”
“Yeah, I really do. I just don’t want us to do anything we’ll regret, and I certainly don’t want us to ruin any chance this has of being something by not taking the time to get to know one another first.
Austin nodded in agreement, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. “I think that sounds like a great idea.” He leaned in to press a kiss to my lips, but I stopped it after only a few seconds.
“Maybe we should wait to talk about this until we’re both sober, huh?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds fair.”
“Good,” I agreed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Now that we’ve settled that, I think I’ll head home before we get carried away again. We’ll talk about this tomorrow?”
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