America's Suitehearts

**CC’s POV**
My face quickly heated up and I forced myself to look at the ground to so I’d stop staring at her. Unfortunately the image of her standing there with her dark hair, almost black from wetness, clinging in tendrils to her face, back, and chest which were pale from the cold and the black tattoo of the BVB rosary that snaked up her ribs until it disappeared under the band of her bra which was just about to join her dress on the floor, had burned itself into my vison so I could see it even when I looked away. My palms were sweating, I could feel my pulse in each of my fingertips, and forget butterflies, man, I could feel a whole damn zoo charging around. This must be what it feels like to accidentally walk into the wrong locker room after gym in high school. I stuttered and stumbled over what was supposed to be an apology but ended up just being a bunch of ‘ah’s, ‘uh’s, and ‘um’s until I just gave up on it and faced the corner so I could gather up the remainder of my functional brain cells.
“I’m p-pretty sure it’s nothing you haven’t s-seen before, CC.” she said with a giggle as (judging by the sound) she began looking through the clothes. Whatever she had been drinking while I was gone must’ve been pretty strong or maybe I’d underestimated her alcohol tolerance, but either way, she had to be at least moderately tipsy because I knew there was no way she’d be this chill with me seeing her mostly naked when she was sober, but, she did have a point. I wasn’t anywhere near as bad as Ashley, but I’d been around and I’ve pretty much seen it all, so why the hell was I being this nervous over seeing her? This shouldn’t really phase me, I should be facing the corner purely out of respect for her privacy, and not because I couldn’t think straight when I looked at her. Maybe there’s something worth exploring here, but I’m going to need to get a grip if I want a chance at finding out. I leaned my head forward against the wall, took a deep breath, rubbed the back of my neck, and tried to hide it all behind a mask of composure.
“Is it safe to look now?” I asked once I felt that I had myself mostly under control which made her giggle
“Don’t worry, I’m dressed now, you can look.” She said sounding a little better already. Knowing the kind of girls that made it on to Asking Alexandria’s bus, it wasn’t much of a surprise that the clothes she had on now were far skimpier than what she was wearing earlier, what the surprise was, though, was how drop dead gorgeous she looked in them. She had managed to squeeze her bust into a blood red long sleeved crop top that exposed her shoulders and bra straps which she wore with a tight high-waisted black skirt that showed off the curvature of her figure and a pair of black thigh-high stockings that she probably put on to keep her legs warm. I mean, she was obviously a very pretty girl in the first place, but let’s just say that if I was Hugh Hefner and I saw her in those clothes, I would drop to my knees and beg for her to come live in the mansion with me. Hot damn! Keep it cool, CC, and we just might get somewhere with this.
“So, how are you feeling now?” I asked with a suave smile as I closed the distance between us
“Better, but I’m still a little chilly.” She said as she tugged at the bottom of her skirt so it would cover her legs a bit more
“Don’t worry,” I said as I reached out and pulled her into my arms “I’ll warm you up.” Damn, Ash would be proud. She giggled that sexy little giggle of hers and wrapped her arms around me. She leaned her face against my chest with a content sigh while I began running my fingers up and down her spine. Ooh, she is pretty chilly, good thing I’m hot enough for the both of us. Everything was going good so far, but I just wanted to clear one thing up before I tried taking it to the next level. “You know, you never answered me when I asked if you forgave me.” I know it seemed pretty obvious that she did, but I still wanted a verbal confirmation, just to be certain.
“Hmm, lemme think about it…get me a blanket and we’ll be all good.” She said playfully. I chuckled.
“Well then,” I said as I put my arms around her waist and picked her up. Her legs instantly wrapped themselves around me and her arms went around my neck “you are in luck because I…” I carried her to the bed and flopped over onto her “…am a human blanket.” I finished with a smile. She laughed and my heart did a triple backflip in my chest.
“Mmm, I think I’m warmer now.” She said with just a hint of sultriness in her voice that drove me up the wall
“Give me a minute and I’ll make sure you’re more than warm.” I said before I kissed the spot where her neck met her jaw and oh sweet Jesus the surprised gasp she made did terrible things to my self-control. I hope Sam doesn’t mind us messing up his bed! I came down on her hungrily before I could spare a thought about stopping myself, but then again, I didn’t want to. I shrugged myself out of my jacket and flung it across the room somewhere behind me. I planted my lips up and down her neck while I let my hands wander around her body until one decided to dedicate its undivided attention to her tits and the other found that it enjoyed rubbing her knee and stroking her thigh. I lifted my head up for just a moment to get some air but the look in her eyes clearly said that she wasn’t having any of that. It was a look that told me that she had decided this was going to happen and all I can say is may God strike me down if I argue with her. Oh man, sober Hailz was a shy little sweetheart, but Jesus Christ, tipsy Hailz was a fucking minx! I just might have to reconsider my stance on Ash’s “Get her drunk and go for it” advice.
Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair and I’m not quite sure just how it happened, whether she pulled me down to her or if she pulled herself up to me, but in an instant we were pressed together, lip-locked, and ready to get this started. As much as I wished we could take this back to my hotel room, it felt like it would be torturous to try and separate us from each other, even for the few minutes it would take us to get there, we were long past the point of no return. I ran my fingers up her sides and pulled off the shirt she’d just changed into in a swift motion. I spent a moment ogling at the treasure of chest I’d just uncovered before I realized that I hadn’t actually pulled the shirt entirely off and that her head and arms were still stuck. As soon as I’d helped her out and thrown the shirt over my shoulder haphazardly, we were right back at it. I reached around to her back in hopes of finding the clasp of her bra and ripping it off of her as well (by ‘ripping it off’ I mean ‘struggling for several minutes to figure out the alien technology women use to keep their bras on until she feels sympathetic enough to just do it for me’).
She dragged her hands over my shoulders and down to my biceps while her knees pressed a bit more firmly to my hips. Then, with a sly little giggle, she swung her hips and used the leverage to roll me over and pin me down so quickly that it stunned me for a couple seconds. Well shit, I guess it’s true that the sweet and innocent girls usually end up being the biggest freaks in bed. She laughed and put her hands on either side of my face and gave me a kiss that blew my brain out the back of my head before she dragged a finger right down my chest which just kept on going down south until it hit the waist band of my pants. She then grabbed the buckle of my belt and, much to my enjoyment, started undoing it. I returned the favor by changing my hand’s main objective from finding her bra clasp (which I had zero luck with anyways) to fumbling with the tiny ass zipper on the back of her skirt. Once I had a firm grasp on the pulley-thing of the zipper, I let myself have a moment to take her in. Her hair was still fairly damp and hung in waves around her face, her lips were pulled into a sexy little grin, her cheeks were flushed rose red, her chest was rising and falling in an almost hypnotic way, and her eyes seemed to glow at me as if they could see straight though me and into my soul. God, I can’t say it enough but she is goddamn gorgeous!
Time seemed to slow down during the events that followed. I was still watching her face as she finished with my belt and slid her eyes up to look in mine. My face stretched into a smile which she returned as she began leaning towards me and closing her eyes, assumably to kiss me. Her face had to of been just two or three inches away from mine when she stopped. I watched her brow furrow as her eyes opened slightly as if she was confused then, her eyebrows raised up and her eyes widened as she sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes filled with a combination of surprise, fear, and pain before time sped up again and she was ripped off of me and the bed with a shriek by a fist with a large clump of her hair trapped in it. I was in the process of sitting up and yelling at whoever the hell had just interrupted us when a second fist swung at me and knocked my head back into the solid wood headboard. I groaned as I covered my head with my arms and squeezed my eyes shut in pain.
“You’re coming with me, you fucking slut!” a voice growled which caused short, shrill screams to erupt from Hailey’s mouth. I strained and cracked one eye open just in time to see her kicking and screaming as she was being hauled out the door by her hair by some guy. Fuck!

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