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I'm Alright In Bed, But I'm Better With A Pen
So, this is pretty much based on a dream I had like, last week. A fan (that would be Calleigh) meets Pete Wentz (Pete, obv.) after one of his DJ sets and ends up going back to his hotel room for so...
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"Holy shit!" Calleigh exclaimed as she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, almost taking him down to the gritty concrete with her. As she sat there with her head in her hands, she tried to slow her swirling mind, even if just for a moment. The show. The bar. His DJ set. The conversation. The drinks. Oh, God, how many drinks had she had? She rubbed her eyes and looked up at the boy standing over her, trying to read the expression on his face. He looked a little concerned, and definitely more than a little amused. "Hey, Cal, are you going to be okay?" he asked. "I mean, I can just walk you back to your hotel if you want..." Her mind was screaming. She had wanted Pete for years, and there was no fucking way she was going to ruin what might be her only opportunity to have him in any way other than her dreams. She looked up at his dark, messy hair, his brown eyes still wide with amusement and his full lips stretched into a wide smile. "Absolutely not!" she exclaimed with a smile. "I just tripped, otherwise I am fine. Help me up?" He extended a hand, not removing his gaze from hers, and pulled her to her feet when her hand was in his. He wrapped his arm around her waist and laughed. "Let's get you back to the room before you break something!"
As they walked up Peachtree Street, Calleigh leaned closer to Pete, and he pulled his arm tighter around her waist. She loved the smell of his skin, and the weight of his hand on her hip. They walked quickly, exchanging few words, until they reached the front door of the Westin. He placed one hand on the door and looked at her with eyebrows raised. "This is it. No turning back now..." he said seriously. She laughed, thinking that must be the most ludicrous statement she had ever heard, and shook her head. She looked up, her bright green eyes meeting his dark browns. "No. No, I will definitely not be turning back."
Walking across the lobby toward the elevator banks, Pete's heart started beating faster. The elevator was always when it became real for him. Things were no longer innocent once the elevator doors closed, though he knew that nothing had been innocent in either his or Calleigh's minds since he bought her first drink that night. He was deep in thought when Calleigh leaned back against him, laying her head onto his shoulder and removing every thought from his mind, except for those pertaining to how insanely bad he needed her at that very moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the pressure of her body on his. She smelled amazing, and he made a mental note to ask her what perfume she was wearing later as he ran his hands lightly over her hips and his lips touched her neck for the first time. Calleigh moaned softly and, encouraged, Pete trailed kisses further down her neck and slid one hand slowly underneath her shirt. He felt lace on his fingertips and it was gone just as quickly, pushed to the side to grant him access. He cupped her breast in his hand and teased her nipple with his thumb, loving the way her body stiffened and then melted back into his as he continued. Calleigh writhed against Pete, feeling his hardness just to the inside of her right thigh. She was amazed to feel the pressure of an orgasm coming so quickly, and was just about to let Pete know when the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to reveal... an audience.
As they walked up Peachtree Street, Calleigh leaned closer to Pete, and he pulled his arm tighter around her waist. She loved the smell of his skin, and the weight of his hand on her hip. They walked quickly, exchanging few words, until they reached the front door of the Westin. He placed one hand on the door and looked at her with eyebrows raised. "This is it. No turning back now..." he said seriously. She laughed, thinking that must be the most ludicrous statement she had ever heard, and shook her head. She looked up, her bright green eyes meeting his dark browns. "No. No, I will definitely not be turning back."
Walking across the lobby toward the elevator banks, Pete's heart started beating faster. The elevator was always when it became real for him. Things were no longer innocent once the elevator doors closed, though he knew that nothing had been innocent in either his or Calleigh's minds since he bought her first drink that night. He was deep in thought when Calleigh leaned back against him, laying her head onto his shoulder and removing every thought from his mind, except for those pertaining to how insanely bad he needed her at that very moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the pressure of her body on his. She smelled amazing, and he made a mental note to ask her what perfume she was wearing later as he ran his hands lightly over her hips and his lips touched her neck for the first time. Calleigh moaned softly and, encouraged, Pete trailed kisses further down her neck and slid one hand slowly underneath her shirt. He felt lace on his fingertips and it was gone just as quickly, pushed to the side to grant him access. He cupped her breast in his hand and teased her nipple with his thumb, loving the way her body stiffened and then melted back into his as he continued. Calleigh writhed against Pete, feeling his hardness just to the inside of her right thigh. She was amazed to feel the pressure of an orgasm coming so quickly, and was just about to let Pete know when the elevator chimed and the doors slid open to reveal... an audience.
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