Make Me Feel Alive

Ashleys POV

I could not wait to get Morgan to myself again. I hadn't had sex that good in weeks. I knew she was a firecracker, I grinned to myself.
And I was relieved she wanted to go clubbing instead of dinner and a movie. It kept it way more interesting. Plus she mightve picked a scary movie and I would probably embarrass myself again.
I glanced at the time. I wished I would've told her earlier then seven, maybe get some pre-night fun in before we left.
I frowned at myself.
Morgan was great, and she hadn't once called us getting together a date or anything like that, which meant she understood this was just for fun and probably wouldn't get hurt in the end if I found someone else to mess around with or if one of us got too serious.
Plus I was probably just a rebound from her ex Boy Blue.
Aww fuck it I'm leaving.
An hour later but thirty minutes early, I was knocking on her door, and after a few moments I could hear her yelling at Toby to get out of the way. T
hen she was opening the door, her hair in curls around her face, her cute glasses on the end of her nose.
"Ashley?" she looked horrified. "You're early!"
"I know," I stepped into her apartment, and caught her face, giving her a quick kiss. "But I couldn't wait any longer."
"Well you're gonna have too," she told me as she pulled away. "I'm not even dressed yet."
"Well, you don't have to get dressed," I rested my hands on her pajama clad hips. She sent me a look, and stepped away from me.
"I did my hair, we're going. You can spend time with Toby," she said over her shoulder as she left me to go to her room. I watched her as she went, her tan legs disappearing from view as she stepped into her room and purposefully shut the door.
I sighed, and looked at Toby where he rested on the back of her sofa. He eyed me, his tail twitching warningly.
Right.
I glanced around her apartment, seeing a stack of mail splayed across her counter.
What was it that loser of an ex had yelled at her? Something about loans? What had she taken loans for? None of your business, I told myself, wandering to her windows.
I flicked the curtain out of the way, able to see down the block and almost around the corner; I could see my red car from here.
I felt something wind around my legs and glanced down, seeing the spawn of satan looking up at me cautiously.
"Hey, buddy."
He hissed at me.
"Don't let him get you again!" Morgan called from her room. "He's devious like that!"
"All right." I wasn't about to attempt to pet him anyway.
Fifteen minutes later her door opened, and I turned.
Hot damn.
She was wearing a short black dress that tied around her neck, and those heels made her legs look like they went on forever. She'd ditched her glasses for some attention drawing makeup that made her eyes pop, and her lips... Hot damn.
"I don't know if we'll even make it to the club," I muttered, catching her around the waist and spinning her to me. "Damn, girl."
She grinned, and slipped her arms around my neck.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she lightly tugged on the collar of my black shirt. I caught a whiff of her perfume, something dark and flowery, and pulled her tighter against me.
"No!" she pulled away immediately, leaving me itching to get my hands back on her. "We're going out, remember?"
She walked over, grabbing her purse and slipping her phone into it before slinging it over her shoulder. "Ready?"
"Always."
I followed her out, and she quickly locked her door behind her, muttering about her cat. We made it down to the car, and I had us to the club in record time.
I caught her hand as we started down the block, and she sent me a smile.
"Is that the club?" she asked as we came around the corner, the line stretching in both directions. She tightened her hold on my hand as we darted across the street.
"Yeah. Don't sweat the line." I pulled her with me past the line and straight to the bouncer, who gave me one glance and then a nod. I grinned as I heard the groans and protests of all the people standing outside, and slipped my arm around Morgans waist.
"Perks of stardom," Morgan commented as we stepped into the club, and I nodded, guiding her to the bar. Lights were flashing from the lit up dance floor, the DJ actually a good one. It wasn't overly crowded, just the way I liked it. Too many people kind of killed the experience.
"Yo!" I called as we made it to the bar. The bartender glanced over, then grinned, stepping up to where I was.
"Yo, Ashley! Been a while, man."
"I know." I glanced at Morgan, seeing her curious look. "Me and Tony go way back." I told her.
"Oh, hey there," Tony turned his attention on her immediately as he noticed her. "Why are you with this guy? I can think of a better upgrade."
"I like the version I have, thanks," she replied dryly, and Tony grinned.
"I like this one. What do you guys want, huh? The usual?" "Yeah for me, Morgan?"
"Same."
I raised a brow. "I drink hard, babe."
"So do I. I don't do anything gentle, remember?" she sent me a smile as she turned around, glancing around the club. Tony grinned, and sent me a look as he went to mix our drinks.
"You wanna dance?" I asked, pulling her away from the bar and not giving her much of a choice. We stepped into the crowd, and within minutes Morgan had me wishing we were alone in the club and naked.
She sent me a grin as she twirled around, throwing her arms in the air. I chuckled as I pulled her back against me, her hips meeting mine. In her heels we were the same height, where usually she just came about to my nose.
"Why did I not know you could dance?" I called as we made our way back to the bar.
"Because you never asked," she plopped down on a stool, crossing her legs. I leaned beside her, and Tony slid us our drinks.
"God, what is this?" Morgan muttered after she took a sip.
"My own personal concoction," Tony told her. "Made it for Ashley one time, and he just kept requestin' it. It's pretty stout."
"Hmm." was all Morgan replied, and tilted the glass back, finishing it. "I've had worse."
Damn.
Tony shook his head, filling her drink back up before moving back down to help someone else.
"Babe, you drink too much, you won't be able to walk," I told her, still on my first. Morgan pursed her lips, but took my advice.
I nudged her shoulder, and let my arm slip around her waist as I leaned to whisper in her ear. "You know, we don't have to stay here all night."
"You got somewhere else you wanna be?" she turned to give me a smile.
"Maybe," I glanced down at her legs, and she blushed.
"Ashley ---."
"Here," Tony suddenly sat another drink down in front of her. "What?" she turned to blink at him. "I didn't ---."
"I know, dude over there with the creepy mustache who looks like he's in his forties did." he motioned, and we both looked. Right.
Morgan gave sort of a half-wave of thanks, and then angled herseld towards me, looking slightly embarrassed.
"What? Guy cant buy a girl a drink when she looks good?" I teased her, and she rolled her eyes.
"It makes me feel bad, is all," she muttered, tracing one black nail around the rim of the martini glass.
"Well, if someone bought me a drink, I would be flattered. Do you think if I dressed more like you I would get free stuff?" Morgan looked at me, startled, and then laughed. "You could give it a try. I'd love to see it," she giggled, and my lips twitched.
She looked so much younger when she laughed, almost like she didn't have a worry in the world. She needed to relax more often.
She took another long swig of our concoction, paused, then actually finished it off before tugging on my hand.
"Let's dance some more, I like this song."

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