forum O/O Romance that doesn't die? (mature and closed >w<)

Started March 17, 2019 by @Honeybee_

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(Yup! )

Lilith stepped out of the cab, her sneakers hitting the wet pavement of the driveway to the parties house. She walked in, hoping to see someone she knew there. She slipped into the bustling house, already spotting a few people drunk and dancing the night away. She made her way to the kitchen, her eyes moving to meet her roommate, Jackson.

Jackson leans against the kitchen island, an untouched bottle of beer in his hand. Loud music blast from the speakers in the living room as several people drunkenly dance on furniture. Shaking his head, he diverts his gaze. Parties aren't really his scene so he tends to stand off to the side by himself during the duration of the event. Much to his relief, his roommate, Lilith, arrives. He weaves through the thick crowd of people and approaches her.

She looked up at him, a faint blush coming across her cheeks. "Hey" she called to him over the music, her hands going to play with the hem of his shirt. They had been friends for a while and touching like that wasn't much of a deal.

"Hey," He flashes her a bright smile, glad to no longer be left alone in such a crazy environment. He places his hand lightly on her arm and guides her into the less crowded part of the kitchen. They might actually be able to hear each other speak now.

She followed his lead, hopping up onto the counter so she could see him better. They could definitely hear him better now. She poured herself a shot, taking it down with ease. "So, bumpin' party eh?" she laughed, her hands landing once again at the hem of his shirt.

He takes a small sip of his beer before setting it next to her on the counter, always one to closely monitor his alcohol intake. "If by bumpin' you mean loud, then yes," He chuckles. "Did you have a good day?" He had left early in the morning so this is the first time he's seen her all day.

"Yeah" she hummed, wincing softly as a person screamed at the top of their lungs the song that was playing as they danced on the table. "You?" she asked, turning to face him.

"I was really busy. Some of the more experienced cops took down a drug smuggling ring so there was a lot of chaos and even more paperwork," Jackson tells her before glaring in the general direction of the person who screamed. None of these people can sing well so he doesn't understand why they even try.

"Aw, so this should give you the chance to loosen up a little right?" she asked, turning towards him. She was wearing a tight, cropped, yellow tank top that had a square cut neck with black jeggings, her hair pulled back like usual.

"You know that I don't know how to loosen up," He points out, running his hands down the sides of his jeans. Almost all of the time, he's just a big ball of stress. "Who's party is this anyways? Do you know?" He asks, unable to recall that information.

"My friend Sofia told me it was one of her friends, but she's up in a bedroom somewhere," she replied, running her hands through her hair after she had taken it out of the ponytail the curly waves falling around her face, framing it perfectly.

"Which one is Sofia?" Jackson asks, his brow furrowing as he tries to think. Picking up his beer, he takes a swig. Being around Lilith helps him relax and it really shows. "Never mind, I'll remember eventually." They should have some fun while they're at this party instead of just sitting around and talking. They can always do that at home.

"Brown hair, blue eyes" she replied, watching his movements as he got up. "Where are you going?" she asked, still sitting on the counter. She could hear a splash into the pool from outside, startling her a little bit, "Sound like someone's going swimming" she laughed, looking out the kitchen window to see a couple making out in the pool.

"I am going to go take my chances in the living room. You coming with?" He questions as he pauses in his steps to turn and look at her. Upon hearing the splash of water, he glances outside. Drunk people and a pool, that's an accident waiting to happen. He shakes his head lightly before focusing back on Lilith.

She smirked softly, looking down at her lap. "Yea why not" she replied, taking another shot before jumping off the counter and following him into the center of the living room, biting her lip coyly.

He grins over to her before leading the way into the living room. Every time some drunk jerk decides that it's wise to invade either his or Lilith's personal space, he makes sure to let them know what's what.

One drunk guy comes up behind Lilith and grabs her by the waist, making her jump slightly. She froze, looking up at Jackson as she cleared her throat.

Jackson whirls around when he hears the commotion behind him. "Hands off." He warns the other man with a growl. He takes a step forward, ready to defend himself if things get too crazy.

Lilith's face goes bright red when Jackson speaks, his tone sounding possessive and deep. She didn't mind it, but it scared her slightly. The man behind her didn't let go, only tightened his grip on her wiast, making her wince slightly when she tried to wriggle out of his grip.

When the other man doesn't let go, Jackson grabs his arm and twists it behind his back. "Let go. Now." He growls, making it very clear that this isn't a game. If the drunk doesn't let go soon he'll be forced to take more extreme measure to get the message through his thick skull.

"Jackson, calm down!" she yelled, finally getting out of the drunks grasp. It was a guy that was constantly hitting on her at school. "What the hell?" she screamed at the man as he walked away, his hands in the air.

"Hey, it's okay. I was perfectly calm." Jackson tells her, voice instantly softer when the man walks away. "I wasn't going to hurt him unless he hurt you." He promises. It would be really bad if he got arrested so he's not about to go and do something overly stupid.

"Ha! Why it's not like you'd touch me like that. What'd matter to you?" she asking, her face turning red as she spoke. She hadn't meant it to come out like that, but she couldn't take it back now.

Jackson's face flushes an embarrassing shade of red as he pathetically attempts to process her words. "I…..you….what?" He stutters, unable to form a proper sentence right now.

"N-nothing!" she shuddered, looking down at her feet. They were now mostly still, it looked like a scene from a movie. "Wanna go get more shots?" she asked, knowing he hadn't had any yet.