THE PRIVATE PARTY
When they got back to their hotel room, Winn immediately went for her suitcase then disappeared into the bathroom. "Tay? Will you do me a huge favor? Will you go down the hall and fill up our ice bucket?"
"I think the real question is, can I find the ice machine?"
"Come on," she called, amusement in her voice. "You can't be THAT drunk."
Not really wanting to move, he did it anyway, just because she asked him to. Even while drunk, he would have done anything she wanted him to. Thankfully the ice machine wasn't far from their room and he took it upon himself to grab a couple of bottles of water from the drink machine, as well. If she was planning on playing bartender, they needed to sober up and rehydrate before starting round two.
When he returned, she was still in the bathroom. He took the opportunity to get out of his party clothes and pull on a pair of blue, flannel pants and a white t-shirt, and had just repositioned himself on the edge of his bed in the nick of time when she finally emerged from the bathroom. He took one look at her and couldn't contain his laughter. "What is THIS?"
She smiled and curtsied, with a mass of red hair piled on top of her head, green fleece pants covered in candy canes, and a matching green babydoll t-shirt with more glitter than he knew what to do with. "Go big or go home, right? I get pajamas for every holiday."
"Even July fourth?"
"Gotta salute the red, white, and blue."
"By wearing it on your ass..."
"Welcome to America." Then she sighed as she flopped down on the opposite bed, graciously taking a bottle of water that Taylor offered her. She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "I bet Ike would hate these pants."
"Why do you say that?"
"I dunno. He's not like us--like you and me, I mean. He's like...he would think this is stupid and he'd be completely turned off."
"Well you're not exactly the picture of seduction right now."
Winn scowled at him and threw a pillow across the room. "You know what I mean."
Taylor laughed as he caught the pillow and tucked it under his arms. "For the record, I love when you wear those things. You must have, like, a whole dresser full because every time I've seen you wear them, you have on a different pair."
She smiled and sighed as she picked at the leg of her pants. "I do love them..."
"Anyway, Ike's an idiot if he's actually that shallow. Though I'm sure he isn't. Your pajamas are adorable and if they didn't make him smile, then he's the one with the problem, not you."
Winn smiled over at him. "Thank you."
"So, you gonna do something with that remote, or what?"
She glanced down at the remote in her hand and her eyes widened. "Oh! Sorry! Guess this little after party is dying fast, huh? I'm not much of a hostess..."
"I'll say. I have yet to see these mysterious cookies you speak of..."
She laughed. "See? I totally suck!" She tossed him the remote and stood up. "Here, find us a movie."
Winn found her plastic container of baked goods and her bottles of alcohol and made herself comfortable on Taylor's bed next to him. They sat cross-legged across from each other as he munched on a cookie while she poured apple pie moonshine. "I've never had this before," Taylor said.
"You're kidding," she replied skeptically.
"Well, I've always kinda been a beer guy."
"Well, not after this."
She sipped her drink as she watched Taylor turn his up. After he swallowed, she smiled when he smiled. And then he chuckled. "This is amazing. Strong, but amazing. You drink this stuff regularly?"
"Not regularly. It's my usual holiday season go-to aside from the schnapps."
He took another drink and rested his glass on his knee. "You know, I've never met anyone quite as festive as you. You just--you just kinda put your heart and soul into everything, no matter what it is. I think that's really admirable."
"Thank you. I just don't see the point in celebrating a holiday if you're not just gonna go all out and do it. So I do it, even if it includes moonshine and themed pajamas. Makes life fun."
"You're definitely fun, I'll tell you that." He craned his neck over her shoulder and his face lit up. "Ooh, come here," he said, taking their drinks and setting them on the bedside table.
Winn looked at him as if he'd broken her heart as he took her hand and stood her up. "But...but, Tay...you took my drink..."
He smiled as he pulled her closer to him. "I'll give it back. But listen. They're playing a Christmas song in that movie and I thought this might be a good chance to dance to one. You know, since we didn't get to earlier."
"Oh, yeah..." She smiled as she resumed her normal dance position from earlier. "Good idea!"
As they swayed, they stumbled, and then they both laughed. "Wow, that stuff really does put you on your ass, doesn't it?"
Winn laughed again. "Is the room spinning yet?"
"Little bit, yeah."
They swayed for a few more seconds before a smiled spread across Taylor's face. "So I have a quirk, too."
"Amongst others," she muttered.
He reached behind them and snatched it from the bedside table, turning around and revealing a small sprig of mistletoe. Winn gaped at him and smiled. "THAT'S a quirk?"
"I'm a bit of a klepto. I steal little souvenirs--mementos, if you will--of events that I attend."
She laughed. "I'm pretty sure that came off of Tina's boyfriend's jacket."
"It's not there anymore," he laughed. "And who the hell pins mistletoe on their jacket, anyway? I did the guy a favor."
"So what are you gonna do with it?" She teased.
"Same nerdy thing I do with the rest of them. Label it and put it away."
In her drunken stupor, Winn knew that wasn't the answer she was looking for. She stared at the small, green twig and then shook her head. "You should put that away."
"That's what I just said."
"No, put it away now."
He narrowed his eyes and he smiled, twirling the small, plastic twig between his fingers. "Did we not just discuss the way you fully celebrate each and every holiday?"
Drunk or not, Winn suddenly became very aware that his arm now held her pressed against his body. Whether he realized it or not remained to be seen. "I need my drink."
"I said I would give it back."
"Well--okay--I'd like it back now."
"What if I said I celebrated my holiday with mistletoe?"
She nearly saw double of him, but his blue eyes sparkled nonetheless. "I did say I went all out, didn't I?"
With an arm hooked around her waist, and the mistletoe still in his other hand, he leaned in and kissed her, a content moan escaping his throat, and her instinct was to instantly kiss him back with equal force. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, partially to keep herself steady, but mostly to pull him closer.
The mistletoe dropped from his hand as he held her face and his other hand dropped, gripping a handful of her ass tightly as he pulled her tighter against him. The groan that escaped his throat as he grabbed her turned her on and the room started to spin but she couldn't stop kissing him. In actuality, she wanted more.
Her arms dropped from around his neck and she pressed her hands against his chest, aware of his body underneath his shirt. Her own body was numb, her mind loose, her limbs like jelly. However it didn't keep the necessary parts of her body from wanting every inch of him.
Her hands drifted to the bottom of his shirt and he stopped kissing her for a moment as she felt his skin just underneath the seam. He looked at her for a second before he closed his mouth over her neck and she closed her eyes and let her head fall back in pleasure--except that she stumbled backward and Taylor, in reaction, tried to catch her but stumbled with her.
They laughed as they regained their balance and then Winn, feeling bolder than ever, pulled Taylor's shirt over his head. At this, he turned her and backed her into her bed and, underneath him, she crawled backward and sat herself against the pillows. Settling himself between her legs and bracing himself with his hands on either side of her, he kissed her again before he stopped and breathed, "Winn. How far are you willing to let me go?"
She looked at him for a second before she answered, "I'm so drunk right now. My inhibitions all disappeared several hours ago."
"So did mine."
"Neither one of us are in our right minds right now."
"I don't really have a problem with that."
"Neither do I."
"But if we were..."
"We're not," she said quickly.
He kissed her again and she had to laugh for a second. "Tay--Tay, wait--"
He smiled. "What? Is the room spinning?"
She nodded. "A little."
"Do you want to stop?"
"I want my drink."
Taylor chuckled. "You're killing me right now."
"But it's so good. And you can't let good alcohol go to waste like that."
"It IS good," he agreed. He reached over her and retrieved her drink from the bedside table and made himself comfortable again, resting on his elbow and pinning her leg under his arm. He looked up at her and turned up her glass.
Her jaw dropped in shock. "Tay...you're drinking it all..."
He laughed. "I am not, stop worrying."
"You are, you're doing it right now."
"I don't think you need anything else to drink. I mean, look what you've done already. I don't even know where my shirt is."
Winn burst into laughter. "Neither do I!" Then she calmed herself and she pouted. "But I want it."
"Give me my drink, Tay, I'm starting to get mad."
He chuckled, amused, and handed her the glass. "Jeez, fine, here. You're such a lush."
"I am not, I just don't want to waste it."
Winn happily sipped her moonshine as Taylor once again reached across her to retrieve his own glass. Returning to his previous position, he concentrated on lifting the bottom of her shirt up over her belly button.
"Tay, what are you doing?"
"Body shots," he said simply.
"What? You can't do body shots like that."
"Yes, I can. I won't spill a drop of this shit, I promise."
Carefully, he poured a small amount of liquid onto her stomach, trying his best to aim for her belly button with little success. At the feel of his tongue against her skin, she sucked in her stomach and she giggled wildly as he sucked the rest of the liquid into his mouth. "I don't like the way you do that, it tickles!"
"How else do you expect me to do it?" He laughed.
"It just tickles!"
He poured another small amount of liquid onto her stomach as they both fell silent. The second time he licked it off, Winn sucked in her gut again, this time letting out a whimper of pleasure as she sipped her drink again.
Taylor never said a word. He trailed his fingers underneath the seam of her fleece pants and pulled them down just slightly over her hips and poured more moonshine onto her body. By this point, Winn had forgotten about her own drink, which now dangled in the air from her fingers as she watched Taylor's mouth drift from her stomach to her abdomen and linger near her pelvic bone. Her breathing quickened and the room stopped spinning for a second as she focused on him and the drunker she realized she was, the more willing she was to let anything that was going to happen, happen. "Tay," she whispered. "There's nothing left there."
Without a response, Taylor fingered the seam of her pants once more and pulled them further down with his one free hand and she took it upon herself to relieve his other hand of his glass, barely able to hold onto it herself. She miraculously was able to place his glass on the table next to her while simultaneously lifting her hips off of the bed so he could slide her pants the rest of the way down her legs. She watched him, impressed with his intent concentration with the influence he was under, as he returned to his previous location and covered her opposite hip with his mouth.
Her body was naked underneath him from the waist down and she was way too aware of it, even in her heavily inebriated state. His hand trailed gently up her bare leg and she allowed him to push it apart alongside him and she stretched it out to the side, watching a small smile cross his lips as he hooked his hand around it and ran it along the length of it. "Dancer's legs," he whispered nearly inaudibly as the anticipation killed her.
"Tay..." she whispered, bracing her other foot into the mattress and shifting her hips.
She knew it was going to happen. Except that it didn't keep it from surprising her when it did. When Taylor's mouth trailed from her hip, to her bikini line, to the inside of her thigh, she sucked in an anticipated breath when he reached his destination between her legs. Winn wanted to die, it felt so good. She bit her lip and she watched him, unable to take her eyes off of him. Her hips rocked gently as she gritted her teeth tightly, her
voice escaping in a strained whisper. "Shit, Tay...where did you learn to do that?"
Of course she didn't expect an answer, nor did she want one. Instead, she decided to discard her glass on the bedside table, only for it to slide off of the corner and onto the floor. She didn't notice and she didn't care and she reached down to the back of Taylor's head and took a fistful of his hair for her own.
He moaned as she tugged his hair and the tighter she pulled, the tighter he squeezed her skin with his hands until his nails dug in enough to leave a mark where she finally noticed. She bit her lip and whimpered again and he stopped and glanced up at her. "No," she begged in a whisper. "Don't stop."
As he turned his attention back to her, he changed his routine and it drove her insane, sending her closer to the edge almost instantly. She braced herself with her foot again and shifted her hips under him. "Tay," she whimpered. "Tay, you're gonna make me come, that feels so damn good..."
No sooner had it come out of her mouth, she threw her head back into the top of the pillows, her entire body convulsing in ecstasy. She cried out, probably much louder than she should have, but she had so much alcohol in her that she didn't care about anything besides the way Taylor was continuously making her body feel.
Taylor was so drunk, it was unreal. The moonshine tasted so good going down and his mind and body were in the most perfect state of drunken euphoria. He wanted to do everything to Winn. He wanted to do every single uninhibited, sexually deviant act he could dream up--except that his brain barely functioned. All he knew was that when her body started shaking when his head was between her legs, he grew so rock hard he nearly came in his pants when she started calling his name.
As soon as she'd finished, he needed to have her. He couldn't wait any longer. If he were sober, he knew he would want this to go much more romantically than it did now, but he was beyond the point of caring and he knew she was, too. With his arms, he pulled himself back up over her body and tugged her shirt up over her breasts. He wasn't too drunk to appreciate how perfect her C-cup shape was and he couldn't resist taking one in his hand as he closed his mouth over the other one. His tongue teased the hardened nipple he had in his mouth and the sounds he had quickly grown to love fell from her lips again.
Her hands explored every part of his body she could reach and when he came up and crashed his mouth hard into hers, shoving his tongue in her mouth, her hands went straight for his pants. In one fluid motion, he took the hint, reached down, and pulled the front of his flannels down and shoved himself inside her, an aggressive growl escaping his throat at how tight she was. She had told him once that it had been two years since she'd been with a man. That much, he remembered. He almost felt like he was taking her virginity all over again and if he hadn't been so drunk, he would have felt bad about it. Except that she was apparently loving it and as long as she loved it, he was more than happy to keep going.
The moment Taylor entered Winn, shock washed over her. Shock from the fact that it didn't hurt--she had the alcohol to thank for that--shock at how good he instantly felt, and shock from how much he filled her up. He was so large. He was larger than any other man she had ever been with. And the way he rocked his hips into her, good lord she prayed that he would never stop.
Her body moved underneath him, matching his rhythm as he slid himself in and out of her and she tightened her arm as it hooked around his neck. Her other fist gripped the bedspread next to her for dear life and she lifted her hips as he rocked into her, attempting to allow him deeper inside her.
Her mouth hung open and she breathed and moaned as she kissed him off and on. The closer they came, the less she kissed him, and the more he slackened his jaw and let his moans escape his throat. At one point, he looked into her eyes, his brow furrowed in ecstasy, and he whispered, "God, Winn. I didn't know you felt this good."
The room spun again. She closed her eyes to make it stop and no sooner had she done so, Taylor came, collapsing his head into her neck and sinking his teeth into her skin. She didn't have time to worry about whether it would leave a mark or not. Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep.
Winn opened her eyes to daylight and her head pounded. Her eyes were wide as she blinked at the ceiling and she was very much aware of her nudity underneath the hotel comforter. And it wasn't the only thing she was aware of. She was aware of how drunk she was the previous night, illustrated by the killer hangover she suffered from now. And she was also very aware of everything that had happened. EVERYTHING. She was aware of every kiss, every touch, every cry of ecstasy...and every single mistake she and Taylor had made.
She was afraid to look at him. She didn't want to see him. But she turned her head anyway and, when she did, she found him under the covers next to her, on his side, skin exposed from the torso up, staring back at her. Her wore no expression but she knew he had to be thinking the very same thing she was.
She stared back at him for a moment before her voice sounded in a whisper, "Did we just ruin our friendship?"
"I don't know," he replied quietly.
She looked up at the ceiling and hugged the cover tighter over her chest. She lay there for a moment before she couldn't lay there any more. "I, um, I need to get out of bed..."
Taking the hint, Taylor turned his back to her so that she could walk across the room in private. On her way to the bathroom, she had no idea if she was going to throw up or not.
That was up in the air.
A couple of hours and barely two words later, Taylor and Winn were on the road back to Tulsa. It was bad. Things were bad and they were awkward and Winn felt so horribly guilty. Horribly, terribly guilty. Suddenly, Isaac standing her up for their trip wasn't so bad anymore. In fact, she forgave him the moment she woke up naked. Because she felt like she'd betrayed him. This was bad. This was so bad.
How could she be that person? How could she be such a hypocrite? How could she tell Isaac for over a month that she wasn't ready to sleep with him? It was obvious that she was. Why else would she just turn around and sleep with Taylor the first time he ever touched her? She could blame it on the alcohol--which she largely did--but a lot of that was still a conscious decision. In her drunken state she still could have said no. Except that didn't. And she didn't want to.
That last part scared the hell out of her.
She glanced over at Taylor meekly and then quickly looked ahead of her at the road. The weather was still overcast, same as yesterday. "I think we should probably never drink alcohol together again."
"I think that's a good idea," he answered.
And they never uttered another word all the way home.