Lovers Are Just Enemies You Haven't Pissed Off Yet

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Hadley, who had lost count of how many shots she'd taken around nine or ten, barely registered that there was a pair of strong, masculine arms underneath her neck and knees, and that she was moving. Well, she wasn't moving, exactly, but the arms that were carrying her were, and if she'd been paying attention she'd have realized that she was being carried up a flight of stairs and into an apartment above the Jack Kit. She probably would have objected, had she been closer to consciousness. As it was, she was having to put a certain amount of concentration into keeping herself from drifting off. Not to mention the effort it was requiring to keep the contents of her stomach where they belonged. She got the distinct idea that it would not be attractive if she were to upchuck all over the place.

The last thing Hadley remembered before everything went spinning into blackness was the feeling of a pillow being adjusted under her head and a blanket being draped over her legs.

When she came around again, Hadley sat up slowly and found herself on a sofa in a dimly lit living room that smelled like men's cologne and something else that she couldn't place. It took her approximately fourteen seconds to remember that she'd been at the Jack Kit, drinking with the owner and bar tender, and placing bets on who could guess her name first. Then one of them had conned her into handing over her ID... stupid. What kind of asshole tricked a girl like that? Geez.

Hadley made a brave attempt at standing up, but had not realized that her legs were tangled in the blanket at the foot of the couch, so she was unsuccessful. She made a second attempt and actually made it to her feet for five brief, shining seconds before her knees betrayed her and she collapsed back onto the couch, looking distinctly unhappy about her situation.

With one hand covering one side of her face, she looked around for her purse. It was across the room. Well played, sir, she thought to herself. She would have to get up to get it, and the owner- Kit? It had been him, right?- would have been smart enough to put it just out of reach. She supposed there was no sneaking out now.

Where was that flaming asshole, anyway? Hadley peeked between her fingers, taking in her surroundings and debating whether or not she should call out for him. On the one hand, she wanted to leave. On the other hand, she did not under any circumstances want to appear weaker than she already did. What a conundrum she was in.
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[KIT RATHBONE]

It wasn't the first time someone had drunk themselves into a stupor, but it was the first time that Kit actually felt a little bad about it. He'd kept serving the girl all night long because she kept saying she could handle it! Well she was handling all right. She was handling it, passing out in his arms on the way up to his room. He didn't want to just stick the poor girl in a cab and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her downstairs with that weasel Gavin around. He figured there was no place better than upstairs in his small little apartment over the bar.

He'd managed to gently set her on his old ouch that he found in a yard sale. Kit didn't like to spend money on getting new things. What did he care? When he set her down he figured maybe she'd get cold. She was dressed enough but didn't chicks get cold easily? They were always complaining about wanting his jacket if they were outside. It annoyed him, but he went and grabbed a blanket and a pillow. He tucked the pillow under her head and threw the blanket over her before heading back downstairs.

It wasn't until later on in the night that he'd brought her purse upstairs and set it down. He'd kept it behind the bar most of the night since he had a job to do. He couldn't just very well go upstairs whenever he wanted. Not when the rush came in wanting to get liquored up!

When the night was coming to a close, he had Gavin close up shop as he dragged himself up the stairs. He'd forgotten all about the girl he'd brought up earlier and made straight for the bed. He plopped down face first and was out before his head hit the pillow. There was nothing like going to sleep drunk.

He hadn't been out long when he heard a bit of noise. It snapped him out of his sleep however, suddenly on alert. Although Kit could sleep through most things, when it sounded out of the ordinary that's when he woke up. A car alarm? Never woke him. But someone or something moving around in his apartment? He was wide awake.

Kit got up out of his bed, still fully dressed and even had his boots on. He slowly dragged himself through the bedroom and to the doorway where he leaned against it and crossed his arms over his chest. When he saw the girl he recalled that he'd brought her up there earlier in the night. "How you feeling, drunky?" He asked trying to keep his voice on the semi quiet side in case she wasn't feeling well. "Thirsty?"

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So absorbed was Hadley in her predicament that she did not even notice Kit enter the living room until he spoke. "How you feeling, drunky?" Hadley winced. "Shhh," she said, bringing a long finger to her full lips. "Stop shouting at me." her head was pounding and she felt like even Kit's low baritone was louder than a jet engine.

She chanced cracking one eye open and looking up at Kit from her perch on the sofa. "Did I throw up on you?" she asked, focusing rather intently on the smirk he wore. Even knee-walking drunk she found him attractive. Bad sign. She winced at the very thought.

"Why am I in your... Uh... Is this an apartment?" She hadn't meant for that to come out sounding as rude as it did, so she held up a hand in apology. She would have voiced it, but she felt that opening her mouth was not a wise course of action at the moment.

"C'mere," she said, beckoning him toward the couch, intending to make him carry her to the bathroom and put her under a cold shower to sober her up. It seemed like a good plan at the moment, anyway. What she didn't count on was her own inability to stand at all, because she rose to her feet and lasted even less time than before before she collapsed against Kit, still conscious but very wobbly.

"You really shouldn't challenge girls to drinking competitions," she slurred at him, or rather, slurred into his shoulder. "It's bad manners." She pushed against him to get back on her feet, but he was one solid bloke, as it happened. "You smell good," Hadley observed out loud.
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[KIT RATHBONE]

"...is this an apartment?"

Kit quirked a brow at her and then shook his head. "Yeah." He let out in a gruff voice and took a step closer to her. "I live above the bar so don't worry I didn't take you far." He explained trying to keep his voice down. He knew the way she was feeling. Not that he got that way often anymore. Although there were nights where his head would be hanging halfway in the toilet. Those weren't his best nights that was for sure.

When Kit was beckoned he didn't object to her. It was his animal side of him that didn't want to disobey the gesture. When a dog was beckoned he usually came. When he saw her starting to fall he stuck his arms out and let her fall right into him so she wouldn't end up hurting herself. "Easy.." He told her and waited until she was back on her own two feet before he stuck his arm under her shoulder to keep her steady. He'd walk her to the bathroom if that was what it took. He didn't want to be cleaning vomit off the floor that was for sure. Not that he had to worry about ruining the carpet. He had wooden floors.

"I tried to warn you. I can't be held accountable for your actions though, smart one." He looked down at her and gave a funny look when she said he smelled good. He didn't know what to say to that.

"Alright. What are we heading to?" Kit wanted to know exactly where she wanted to go without any confusion. He didn't want to bring her to the bathroom if she needed a drink. And if she wanted a shower then he wanted to be sure that he helped her in the right direction.

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Kit's arm found its way around Hadley's shoulders, and she was grateful for the support. She was not feeling so steady. The desperate need to puke was passing, and she could feel her knees getting stronger underneath her. That was a relief.

"I tried to warn you. I can't be held accountable for your actions, though, smart one," he said. She noted that he was making an effort to speak softly, and she appreciated the gesture. "Alright. What are we heading to?"

Hadley thought about it for a second. What did she want more, a shower, which would sober her up, or a drink, which would ease her pounding head? She weighed her options. If she was to take a shower, she'd have to get Kit to help her strip down and maneuver her way into the shower. That didn't sound like the best idea out there. On the other hand, she desperately wanted to be sober... or at least, moreso than she was at the moment. She wanted to go home.

"I'mma sit down for a sec," she said, worried that her knees might go out at any second. She managed to lower herself rather gracefully onto the sofa. "Can I just have a cup of coffee or something? My head is killing me," she confessed. "Even water would be fine. I just need hydration of some sort."

Hadley was slowly, slooowly sobering up as she sat there, but she was still out of it just enough to notice how damned attractive Kit was. Yes indeed, he was a fine specimen of a man. Before he could get up to bring her a drink, she pulled on his hand, beckoning him silently to the sofa beside her. Then, without really understanding the mental processes involved in her decision, she kissed him, full on the mouth. Long and deep was the kiss, and- oh, his lips were quite soft, actually.
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[KIT RATHBONE]

When the girl wanted to sit back down he made sure that he was there to help ease her back onto the sofa. Kit would do what he had to in order to make sure she didn't hurl all over his apartment. It might have been a dump of an apartment but it was still his. "Alright, easy does it." He said lowly and guided her back down. When she asked for coffee he figured he could probably make a small pot of it. He wasn't big on coffee. Then again he never really tried to sober up, he preferred to stay drunk as long as possible and when he wasn't drunk? He was getting drunk.

But when he moved to go get her something her hand was on him and guiding him back to the couch beside her. He sat down and looked at her with a confused expression spreading across his face. "I thought you said you wanted a-" His words were cut off when Hadley moved in and before he knew it her lips were pressed up against his in the dark of the apartment.

Confusion set in first, since she'd just said she wanted something to drink. His eyes remained open momentarily watching her before he began to relax. His hands moved up to the girl's face as he lightly stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, allowing himself to press his lips back against hers and deepening the kiss. But he only allowed himself to enjoy it for a little while before he gently pulled himself away keeping his hands on her face.

His brows began to furrow as if he were deep in thought and met her gaze with his own. "You're drunk." Kit told her in his hushed voice as if that were his logical explanation for their kiss. Although he couldn't deny that the kiss stirred up his urges. Urges every man had when they found themselves in front of a sexy woman who was clearly into them. "I'm pretty sure you ain't thinking straight."

Kit didn't really know what to say. He couldn't find the words, and it was taking every inch of him to keep from kissing her again. His right hand brushed through her hair and moved a few strands out of her face.

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"I'm pretty sure you ain't thinkin' straight."

"I'm pretty sure you don't care," Hadley fired back, pressing her lips to his again in an ardent kiss. Gods, he smelled delicious, like expensive cologne, whiskey, and cigarettes. The smokey smell briefly reminded her of her friend Hunter, but she put him out of mind.

Kit brushed a strand of hair away from Hadley's face, his rough fingers brushing her cheek and sending a shiver down her spine. Hadley's own fingers slid from Kit's face and down his neck, over his chest, and found their way to the hem of his shirt, which she pulled off over his head.

His body was perfect. He was chiseled and muscular, and Hadley practically drooled at the sight of him. He looked, to borrow the phrase, photoshopped.

Hadley's mouth found its way to Kit's neck, trailing needy kisses across his jaw and down his neck. She let her hands gently rest on his sides, pulling him slightly against her. God, she had needed this for so long!

[KIT RATHBONE]

"I'm pretty sure you don't care,"

There was a part of that phrase that pissed him off, like he didn't have morals or something. But then again Kit knew himself pretty well and knew that he didn't have morals. What did he care if he took advantage of some drunk girl? It wasn't like he'd see her again so why the hell not?

Before Kit could protest or try to stop her the girl was taking his shirt off of him like some kind of bitch in heat. He narrowed his eyes at her a bit, wondering why she was so quick to jump in the sack but then once again, Kit didn't really care. And the kisses that were on his neck felt good. They tickled a bit and he squirmed a little under her but they were nice. He brought his arms around her waist and lifted her so he could set her on his lap. He enjoyed it when a woman straddled him, and this woman was definitely gorgeous.

His hands made their way up beneath her shirt allowing his rough hands to go up her sides. He guided her mouth back to his and when he was satisfied he hoisted her up into his arms while his hands found their way down to her ass to keep her there as he began to walk clumsily through the dark apartment. His mouth finding any sweet bare skin to kiss on the way.

When he reached the bedroom he banged into the dresser with his knee and let out a "shit!" and a grunt before his shin made contact with the mattress. Kit never bothered to actually get a bed frame. He had two mattresses down on the floor and it was good enough for him. He lowered both of them down to it and began to grind his pelvis against that sweet spot between her legs. He found himself coming up for air and looking down at her, his breathing accelerated and his eyes a little wider. "You sure you want to do this?" He asked her wanting confirmation. He wasn't about to screw this girl without getting verbal consent. He didn't need some bitch saying he'd raped them.