Hollywood Bridge

"Hey, is the party still on? :)' -Cathy

She texted in full sentences with proper punctuation! I liked her even more!

'Yeah! You coming?' I responded.

'Of course! I've been looking forward to it! :)' she text back.
Apparently she liked emojis.

At 8:30 Ashley came in to his room to fetch me. Him and Jake had insisted that I couldn't see the party being set up. Jake took it all very seriously, blindfold in hand.
"How the hell am I gonna get down stairs with that on!?"
"Easy, Ash takes your arms and I take your legs!"
"Oh no!" I backed against the wall.
"Oh yes!" Said Ash. He grabbed my sides and tickled me. My damn weakness! Eventually I had to relent.

I was finally dumped unceremoniously on a chair of some kind. I ripped off the blindfold to find around 15 people staring at me. Apparently Jake had listened when I requested a small party. The whole of BVB were present with their girlfriends, a few of the girls from the club were there (namely Seraphine, Elle, Bex, Heledd and Nerissa) and a girl called Amy who apparently left the club because she now had a job as a medical trainee somehow.
No Cathy though.

I laughed as Ashley forced me into a shot drinking contest, despite me being underage. I danced with all the girls there, even Juliet when Andy left her for a moment, and it was fun - but still no Cathy.
At 9 pm I started to dispare, then a knock on the door.
Cathy.
She wore a plain black top and tight black spandex. Her hair was down. She looked amazing.
"Hey! Sorry I'm late!"
"No problem. " I muttered, suddenly shy. She stood on the threshold. "Oh! Um, come in! Would you like a drink?" I asked, blushing.
"Um. Do you know how to mix a mojito?"
"No."
"Come on, I'll show you!" she giggled, dragging me to the kitchen.

I felt moisture as her hand trailed up under my shirt. Too much to just be sweaty palms. She gasped. Blood.

*moments earlier*

I still don't quite know how we reached that point, but one moment she was explaining how to mix a mojito, then we had drunk four, then we were talking over a fifth, then it got blury and my jaket was off, and her lips were on mine.

I had my hands on her waist, trying to be gentle, but she clearly had other ideas.
Her hands were everywhere, sliding up my shirt and along my ribs, her fingers burning scorching lines of passio as they went. Then her hands slided down my stomach and to my zip.
It sounds romantic now, but honestly, my only thought was "am I seriously going to lose my virginity to stripper? In a kitchen? That wasn't even my kitchen?" (Yeah, I was still a virgin at 20! Quit judging! AND DON'T EVER TELL ASHLEY!)
I was really worriedabout hurting her but then she pulled away and whispered "Is something wrong?"
"No."
"Do you not want to do this?"
"No. Well yeah, I want to do this."
"Then kiss me." She was so blunt. And I kissed her.
I slid my hands further down, gripping her thighs and lifting her up. She sat on the counter in the centre, it wasmostly empty as side from the sink. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me onto her. I was basically lying on top of her on the counter.
I kept kissing her. My mouth moved from hers down to her neck and I bit her. She gasped. I panicked.
"It's okay, do it again. I'm not hurt." She whispered.
I bit her again, harder this time. She stretched her hands across the table, and I guess that was when it happened. She brought one hand up my arm and intertwined her fingers with my hair, yanking my head to her collar bone. Her other hand slipped up my shirt and that was when I felt the blood.
I pulled away and looked at her hand. There was blood everywhere.
"Oh." She mumbled, shocked.
I got up and grabbed the first aid kit as she sat up. I guess that was when she saw my cuts. There hadn't been a fresh one in over 3 months, but I think the sheer volume scared her. I had been adding to my collection since I was 12. They overlapped like a map. Some perfectly straight, others curving oddly where I had slipped with my blade.
She said nothing. I appreciated it.
"Hold still. "
She yelled as I poured the disinfectant on the wound. I had disinfected enough cuts to know her pain. I then stiched it as quickly as I could.
"Where did you learn that?" She asked softly.
I touched the first cut I ever made. It was on the inside of my left wrist. I had stitched it myself. I opened my mouth to answer when Jake bursted in.
"I heard yelling!" he barked, clearly panicked.
"I smell disinfectant!" Yelled Ashley.
Cathy flashed her hand.
"Ouch!" They said in unison.
"I am so glad!"
"ASHLEY!" I reprimanded.
"Sorry, it sucks that you're hurt! But I just meant I'm glad the disinfectant isn't being used for cleaning umm 'fluids' off my kitchen counter again!"
"Again?" I asked.
"You're not the first couple that counter has seen, put it that way."
"Do I even want to know who?"
"No! Now, hurry up! You are having your first tattoo tonight, even if it kills me!"

I sat on the chair. Cathy held my arm steady as Ashley prepared his ink.
"Jake, watch what he does please! I don't trust him not to draw something dirty!" I begged jokingly.
"What you mean like my kitchen counter!?" He answered. (Apparently he hadn't forgiven that I'd ALMOST slept with Cathy on his counter.)
"Oh come on!" Said Cathy in my defence.
He changed the topic. "Okay, so BVB on Leather Wings logo on the inside of your left elbow right?"
"Yep."
"On three! One, two-" the needle went in.

Notes

A kind of filler chapter.