Stella is Drunk.

[Stella]

okay so this is happening a few nights after the ball. If anything in the ball should happen that would change this thread then Lil and I have agreed to edit it. You can see what my poor drunk Stella is wearing here. img407.imageshack.us/img407/4650/katebeckinsaleburberryspe6.jpg

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Stella stumbled a little on her high heeled shoes cursing the tiling that made up the floor of the Garden. Smirking a little she slipped off the black strappy sandals deciding to carry them instead. Her long legs were covered in a black and white skirt hanging off her hips. The tiny white shirt she wore revealed a nice expanse of her toned belly. She shuddered a little as she moved across the floor the tile was very cold on her bare feet.

I think his room is around here... some where... She inspected the room numbers in the dim lighting that was always on this time of night. Glancing at her watch she noticed it was nearly three in the morning. Most SeeDs were well asleep by now dreaming their little hearts away.

What exactly am I doing here? Stella questioned herself as she found herself standing in front of his dorm. He would probably be very unhappy about being woken up especially with the state she was in. Thinking over her night she was suddenly very sure he wasn't going to be happy. Not at all.

Hmm... maybe I should have brought some food to placate the beast... She giggled at the thought her heart thudding hard from the copious amount of alcohol in her system.

Oh hell, she needed someone to talk to and wanted it to be him. Who cared if he got angry with her? She was sure she could find some way to make him get over it.

Grinning she leaned in and jabbed the door bell giving it a good long ring.

[raydensharpola]

Rayden was having restless dreams, tossing and turning on his bed and muttering in his sleep. It was actually the norm for him to have a hard time sleeping. His dreams always bordered around his dead ex-girlfriend and their farewell that wasn't really a farewell at all, since he never did get to her on her last breath. These few nights were even worse though. Stella kept appearing interspersed with those images and it was totally disruptive on his nerves.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz A foreign sound intruded upon his ears. He swatted at the air to chase it away, thinking it was a fly, but it kept on buzzing until he was so annoyed that he rolled over and promptly fell off his bed. Then he realised it was actually his doorbell ringing.

"OUCH!" He scowled at his own stupidity, scowled at the clock beside his bed blinking THREE AM in bright red numbers. He lumbered towards the door in a clumsy manner, not even bothering to put on any clothes. Whoever it was that woke him up, could endure the sight of him in his black and red "LOove Machine" boxers. He could care less about appearing decent to someone who rang at people's doors at THREE IN THE MORNING!

"WHAT?" He growled as he opened his door.

His eyes widened.

"STELLA?" She was the last person he expected to see standing at his door. His head immediately cleared at the sight of her in that tiny, mid-drift bearing top. It was a sexy look for her, he couldn't help thinking.

"Why are you here at this hour?" Rayden raised an eyebrow at her. It had to be urgent. People don't simply pay visits to each other at this neither here nor there time. "You wanna come in?"

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click here for his boxers XD *can't stop laughing*

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[Stella]

At first she had come hear thinking she was just going to talk to him a bit, vent out some of her frustrations. But seeing him standing there like that looking so... delicious in his boxers put all those thoughts out of her head. Never mind the fact that they had letters on them spelling out "Love Machine". That was kind of cute actually.

"Hmmm.. Rayden" she purred taking a few steps closer to him her eyes twinkling in the dim lights, "you even manage to look sexy after you've been woken up at three in the morning"

Stella dropped her shoes to the floor letting them clatter noisily as they fell. She draped her arms over his shoulders looking up at him with a grin. Moving forward her body pressed up against his softly. He smelled so good and he was so very warm. What had she been doing out tonight with out him?, she asked herself not for the first time tonight.

"Oh yes I do absolutely want to come in" she responded to his question leaning up to give his lower lip a soft kiss.

[raydensharpola]

Rayden was about to step aside to let Stella in but she pressed up against him and kissed him on the lower lip. He brought up a hand, bringing her head closer to him moving his own lips over hers, lingering over them for a few seconds before pulling away. Sure, he had just woken up but that didn't mean that his bodily reactions were retarded. And he was only in his boxers.

Wait...is that alcohol I taste? His eyebrows creased a little while his mind tried to fight over his body. Which felt like it was on fire, especially in the lower regions. But she was obviously drunk!

"Stella..." He grimaced, gently taking her hands from his neck and putting a little distance between them. His body ached for her warmth again, but he would not let that pig inside him possess his will. Hell no, he was so careful around her, fearful that she would decide that he was no longer worthy of her attention. He couldn't blow it just cos he couldn't control himself.

"You're drunk." He frowned at her, taking her by the wrist and leading her towards his couch, snapping on the lights on the way. "Sit here, I'll get you a hot towel and drink."

[Stella]

Hyne he was an amazing kisser. His lips were so soft and perfect and they simply drove her crazy. And to think they hadn't even French kissed yet. When they did it was very likely her world would just explode. Just as she was about to test that theory he stepped away from her putting some distance between them and gave her that frown she hated so much.

"Well of course I'm drunk" Stella said with a little girlish giggle as he lead her further into the room. His fingers felt nice and warm wrapped around his wrist and she almost pouted when he let her go.

"Hmmm, I'll take a vodka on the rocks" she said when he mentioned a drink. Bouncing a little on the soft coffee colored couch she looked around his cluttered dorm room trying to take it all in.

[raydensharpola]

Rayden shook his head when she said she wanted a Vodka on the rocks.

"Is that a joke Stella?" He cocked an eyebrow at her. "It's really funny, haha. See? I'm laughing." He smirked a little when he saw her bouncing on the couch like a little girl. She was simply too cute for words.

Cute...that's the last thing I'd have associated with her a few days ago... He gave her a little pat on the head, and started heading for the small kitchenette, plugging in his electric kettle to bring it to a boil. He grabbed one of the clean but unironed shirts in a laundry basket, pulling it on as he stepped out of the kitchen.

"Sorry, my dorm's a bit of a mess. I've been trying to organise it for forever...but you know I'm not too great of an interior designer." He scoffed at himself, sinking down on the couch beside her.

"So you're just here to give me a kiss or what?" He asked, skewing his head to look at her face.

[Stella]

When he patted her on the head as he moved passed she stuck her tongue out cutely at his back. Waiting patiently for his return she perked up hearing the familiar sound of an electric kettle in the kitchen. Much to her dismay when he returned he was putting a shirt on.

"I always want to kiss you, didn't you know Raydie?" she said with a little grin snuggling down further into the couch. With a little sigh she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"No really... I actually just wanted to talk... maybe I shouldn't have come.. it is really late" She squeezed her eyes closed for a moment trying to get the room to stop spinning.

[raydensharpola]

"No..." Rayden said, stroking her hair tenderly and letting her head fall onto his shoulder. "I'm always at your service, remember? I said that to you the first time we spoke at the cafeteria." He grinned. "And I mean it. It doesn't matter if it's three am or five in the afternoon, I'm always ready to be at your side, even if it's just 'talking'".

He noticed her eyes squeezing shut, and his heart gave a tiny squeeze. She was probably having a hangover, he had been drunk a few times himself and knew it felt like hell.

"Maybe you should lie down on the bed? It'll feel better than this kind of position." He said, kissing her hair softly.

[Stella]

He was making her heart thud against her rib cage. She hadn't felt this wrapped up in a boy in so very long. And it wasn't just the booze. His words and their closeness were making her stomach tie itself up in knots.

"Trying to get me in your bed all ready?" She mused looking up at him, her hair and head rubbing against his shoulder. Grinning at him she gave a little tug on her skirt.

"Not exactly bedroom attire" Stella murmured nuzzling his shoulder softly. Might as well get the truth out now and let him be mad at her. Maybe it would make him stop being nice.. that way she could at least stop falling for him.

"And before you ask why I'm all dressed up its because I was on a date" she said softly almost wishing she could take the words back as soon as they came out of her mouth.

[raydensharpola]

"I didn't say I was getting in it with you..." He smirked at her comment, his fingers playing with her hair while she rubbed her head against his neck.

But at her next words, he froze.

"You were on a date." He stated, his voice hardening. "So was it fun?" Right now, he wished that he could get away from her, and chase her out of his room. He couldn't believe how much it hurt to hear her say it. She did warn him that they were just getting to know each other, but he thought he had a chance. He was a fool for thinking that he could earn her fidelity.

"You're here to rub it in my face? That you had a date?" His voice almost broke, it almost hurt too much to speak. "Thank you for letting me know, Stella."

He extricated himself from the couch, letting her head fall on one of the cushions.

"If it was your aim to make me feel like crap, Congratulations. You get an A-star." He stated coldly, turning to head towards the kitchen.

[Stella]

"Yes I was on a date" she stood up fiercely glaring towards his retreating back. The booze was pumping through her veins now. Maybe she wanted him to be mad at her, to push her away like this.

"You know where he took me? To a special exhibition at the Balamb hotel. An art show, the fucking idiot. I had a horrible time" Stella said practically shouted at him.

"And all I could think about was you" she spat, "which is why I ditched him after about fifteen minutes and left to go try and drink you out of my head"

"But it didn't work... I still ended up here didn't I? With you..." her voice softened a little as her words went on making her sound almost weak and helpless. She had really screwed things up this time.

"I should go..." she said retreating, heading for the door cursing as she fumbled to get it open.

[raydensharpola]

He turned, looking at her with slight suspicion. Was she lying, or did she really think all about him on a date with another guy? He wanted to continue being angry with her for going out with another guy, but just that fact alone was enough to make him forget all about it.

"Stella..." He quickly moved to stop her from going, grabbing her hand to stop its movement. "...don't go." He whispered, brushing his lips over the top of her ear. "You can't just leave after making that kind of earth-shattering confession, unless you're really trying to torture me."

[Stella]

She couldn't look at him. His hand covered hers and he was standing next to her. When he said her name for the first time in a very long time she almost felt as if she would cry. It had to be an effect of the booze, she told herself taking a deep shaky breath.

"I'm not trying to torture you..." Stella said slowly still not looking at him.

"But I should go... I've hurt you..." her voice dropped to a whisper, "and when I do that I'm only hurting myself"

[raydensharpola]

"What if..I stop you from leaving?" He slipped his hands around her waist, hugging her close to him. "If I was really that deeply hurt do you think I'd still want you to stay? I'm not that fragile Stella. And you said you'd give both of us a chance."

A shrill sound in the kitchen broke through the air.

"See, even the eletric kettle is asking you to stay." He smiled ruefully.

[Stella]

His arms slipped around her and almost without realizing it she was leaning on him, resting her head on his chest. His bare hands were on her uncovered waist and the skin on skin contact was almost too much to handle. Here she was again in his arms and loving every second of it. What a roller coaster of emotions.

"See, even the electric kettle is asking you to stay." He said making her giggle against his chest. She looked up at him giving him a little grin. That smile he gave her made her weak in the knees. As always he knew just the right thing to stop her running away from him.

"Well if the electric kettle insists then I guess I'm staying" Stella murmured softly to him.