One Night Stand
She was druuunnnnkkkk. Like, blackout, don't-remember-anything drunk. The party had been going strong since eleven that night and as she accepted another drink from the bartender, she couldn't have told you that it was now almost two am.
A strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist just then, and in her clumsiness she spilled out a bit of her martini. "Hey!" she slurred, trying to turn and identify who was responsible for wasting a perfectly good sip of alcohol.
"Hey yourself, baby", came the confident reply. She was finally facing him. And he was dangerously close. "You spilled my drink!", she accused and then as an afterthought she added, "and don't call me baby". He had always flirted with her, from the first very day, but tonight it had been slowly getting out of hand. And she didn't have her husband there to keep him at bay, so she was a little bit worried that she wouldn't be strong enough to resist him if the opportunity presented itself.
He pushed up against her while she was backed against the bar. "You know you like it", he said, unashamed to be staring down at her generous cleavage, his mouth slightly open in want.
"Pierce, seriously, move!", she laughed, making little effort of actually trying to get away from him. He stayed put. "No"
She decided to switch tactics. She took a dreadfully sexy sip of her drink before setting it on the bar behind her and turning to face him. "Not here", she said, looking into his eyes. It was truthfully just a little fib to avoid the situation at the time. If he were to think she was serious or questioned her about it later?......well.....she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. "How about at my place then?"
She wasn't expecting that. And he was definitely raising suspicions being this close to her in public. Gently she pushed him away from her, before grabbing her drink from the bar. "I can't--let's not talk about this now", she said before walking away. It wasn't helping her self-restraint by being in such close proximity to his body. And she wasn't even thinking right at the moment. She'd be surprised if she could form a solid sentence structure in her mind.
Meryl moved to the dance floor and joined Christine and a few of the others. The club was packed and hot, there were so many bodies rubbing together you couldn't even call it 'dancing' what they were doing. She moved to the beat with the girls around her, laughing it up at Julie, because she could hardly stand. She was shocked that she was standing so well, but then again she had always been pretty good at keeping her shit together when intoxicated.
Pierce was watching from the bar, left completely confused by her words. All this time, she had been flirting back, so why was she avoiding him now? He thought she was enjoying the playful banter they had going on, he certainly was. It was killing him, the teasing, but he would take what he could from her. Suddenly, a bunch of commotion broke out from the dance floor. People were shoving and yelling and punches were definitely being thrown.
"FUCK YOU"
"Get AWAY from her!"
"HEY! HEY!"
"Back OFF"
Pierce could hardly guess what the fuck was going on, but the club was exploding in the biggest fight he'd ever been present for. He glanced about, trying to see what was going on, but not daring to enter the mob that was going at it. Some immature couple were probably having a jealousy issue and he had no intention of getting in the middle of it and getting hit in the process.
Out of the crowd came Stellen and Dominic, pulling Meryl as tears ran down her cheeks, Julie and Christine trailing behind, looks of worry on their faces. He immediately ran over, taking her in his arms. "What the hell happened out there?" he asked over her head.
Stellen was running his hand soothingly up and down her back and as innocent an action as it was, it was pissing Pierce off.
"Some asshole was pushing his luck and we had to step in", answered Dominic. "We better get out of here before the cops show, I don't know where the others are, but I'm getting Amanda and leaving", he added, disappearing back into the throws of people.
Meryl was wiping her eyes with the pads of her fingers. "I'm fine. It's fine", she mumbled, backing up out of his arms and looking around for her purse.
"Hey, hey, hey. Hold up", Pierce said, pulling her back to him. "What happened?", he looked directly into her eyes.
"Pierce, not now.", she evaded, pulling away again and heading to the bar where she last remembered having her bag. "Where is my purse?" she said out loud to no one in particular.
Pierce spotted it slung on the back of a chair she had been sitting earlier in the night and snatched it up, heading over to her. "Here, it's right here", he thrust it into her hands and led her towards the exit. "Let's get out of here"
They left the club and Pierce hailed them a cab, giving the address to his suite at the hotel the cast had been put up in. They rode in silence and stumbled slightly walking into the hotel and took the elevator to the floor both of their rooms were on.
"Why don't we go inside", Pierce suggested, gesturing at her door.
Meryl scoffed. "Smooth. Real smooth", she chuckled. "No chance"
Pierce leaned on the door frame and gazed into her eyes, hoping to persuade her to let him in. "Come on, I'll behave, promise", he held his hands up in surrender. But it didn't seem to do any good.
"Hmmm..........no", she replied. "As much as I want to say yes, I can't", she admitted, reaching behind him for the doorknob. He blocked her arm though, not ready to give up.
"Oh, so you do want me to come in", he teased. It wasn't a question either.
"Pierce, don't do this right now. I can't even think straight". The alcohol was giving her a headache and was it just her, or was he the most gorgeous man that ever walked the planet?
"You've been playing games with me since the very beginning, Meryl. I think it's time we did something about this", he sauvely answered, running his finger sensually across her collar bone. She fought her body tooth and nail, but it betrayed her and she shivered at the touch, her cheeks reddening slightly.
"Pierce--"
He put his finger up to her lips, quieting her. "Shh, shh, shh. You'll enjoy this, I promise", he whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips to her gently. He didn't move them against hers, just kept them pressed together, revelling in the feel of her plush soft lips against his.
He pulled away slowly before taking the room key out of her hand and swiping it to unlock the door. When it opened, he pushed her inside, manuevering them until he could let the door close behind them.
"Do I not have a say in this?", she weakly tried to protest.
Pierce stared at her as he slid his jacket off, and began working on his tie. "You could tell me that you don't want me, but we both know that would be a lie", he stated.
He let the tie fall to the floor and unbottoned his shirt, slipping out of it before he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He bent his head down and kissed her, this time roughly, with tongues. His hands had moved to find the zipper on the back of her dress, pulling it down and moving the offending material away from her body.
When Pierce ended the kiss with a loud "mmchhhh" sound, he stepped away slightly and waited for her next move.
"Your right", she admitted, her tiny hands going immediately to the waistband of his pants and pulling him roughly back to her, before latching onto his lips once more. Their tongues fought together as his lips moved over hers quickly and forcefully. She wouldn't be surprised if he bruised them. They manuevered themselves through the open living space and into the bedroom, never leaving each others lips. Her dress had slid off her shoulders and fallen to the floor somewhere along the way and his hands were diligently trying to memorize the contour of her ass.
Coming to a stop at the bottom of the bed they parted and tried to catch their breath as Peirce quickly undid his belt and pants buttons before shoving them down his legs, along with his boxers. Meryl stood a foot away, taking him in and grinned devilishly when he met her eyes again. She so desperately wanted to touch him, but just to take it that much further, she moved back until she met the bed and lifted herself onto it, slowly moving backwards never leaving his eyes.
When she met the pillows, she settled herself comfortably in the middle, on top of the comforter and slowly raised one delicate finger, crooking it in his direction to come near.
Pierce almost came. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Meryl Streep in her underwear, sprawled out in bed and ushering him to come to her. He swallowed hard before making his way to her, getting on the bed and crawling up to her until he was right above her, hovering. She looked up at him and made another risky move. Her arms went around to his ass and none too gently pulled him down to make hard contact between her spreaded legs.
"Ughh!", he cried out at the pressure it had put on dick. He was so close to being inside of her, only her flimsy silk panties keeping them apart. She had tipped her head backwards at the pleasure, her mouth opening and her eyes squeezing shut. Pierce too this opportunity to reach around her and unhook her bra, anxiously pulling it from her body and tossing it carelessly behind him, his focus firmly fixed on her chest. Meryl was breathing heavily beneath him, but he couldn't be bothered with distractions now, not now that his eyes feasted on the two most perfect tits ever. He wanted to touch them. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to fuckin make love to them.
His hands both reached up and grabbed ahold of a breast, he moved his palms up and down, feeling her hard nipples rubbing against his hands underneath them. Then he started kneading them and his mouth needed something to do. It found her lips again, taking possession of them as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, mashing their mouths together. When they broke apart, he bowed his head to take one hard pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it. His hands began to move, everywhere. Down over the flat expanse of her stomach and running back up her sides to feel the curve of her neck and into her hair and down over her face, letting his fingers pull her bottom lip down seductively before going back up to suck on them instead.
Her hand reached down discretely while he was preoccupied with her body and confidently grabbed ahold of his cock, making him jump slighly and gasp at the contact. He was already incredibly hard, but she gave it a little squeeze before running it up and down the base slowly, avoiding the tip. Pierce groaned out loud, and he buried his face in her sweet smelling neck and began kissing to mumble his moans of pleasure as she basically jerked him off. "Ohhhh", she moaned above him, loving the sensation of his lips pulling at the sensitive skin over her throat. She was so wet for him and the foreplay was killing her. Not to mention the alcohol and the affect it always had on her, making her extremely horny. She couldn't wait anymore and she told him so. "Pierce, do it now. I can't wait any longer. Please"
Oh. My. God. Now she was begging him for it. Any man would have shit to hear her say those words to them, and he wasn't one that needed to be told twice. He ran his hands down her shoulders, over her breasts, her stomach until they found the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers over the edge and pulled them down her legs, shuffling backwards until she could get at least one foot free of them. He didn't need anything keeping her from speading those beautiful legs for him.
Coming back up he stopped to admire the incredible triangle that had been haunting his dreams since drama school. He couldn't fully wrap his head around the fact that a woman like this was allowing him into her bed, but he wasn't about to question it. Meryl made an impatient sound from her spot at the top of the bed and he knew it was time. He moved up until her gorgeous face was right below his and he felt her shifting slightly as she opened her legs, giving him room to rest between them. Her hands came up to cup his face and pull him in for a mind blowing kiss before he grabbed his cock and slid it between her folds a few times, finding the entrance and slowly pushing it inside. "AHH", Meryl gasped out loud as she adjusted to his length and more importantly, his girth inside her. It took a few seconds, but once he was pushed all the way in he began to slowly move. Deep, long trusts into her wet pussy, staring directly into her eyes. He wanted to see every bit of pleasure that passed through them, knowing that he was the one to give it to her. "More", she whispered to his lips before kissing him again, arching her back to take him deeper. Pierce sped up the pace, the bed creaking below them in rhythm with him as he humped her.
"Oh, fuck", Pierce let out, putting his hands on either side of her head as leverage as he pumped in and out of her. He was practically panting, the speed going faster and then slowing down again. Thrust. "Ah" Thrust. "Yes" Trust. "Oh". He pulled out and entered her again, roughly, slamming his hard cock into her. "OHHHH!", she cried out, clinging to his body with everything she had. "Harder!"
Had she just asked for it harder? Pierce had thought he was thrusting pretty hard at her, but this woman was going to wear him out he just knew it. "As you wish, baby", he slurred at her before really giving it to her. His hips rammed up against her pubic bone over and over, he let out a grunt each time, sweat beads rolling down his forehead. "Oh, God!", she yelled, meeting his thrusts and wrapping her legs around his back to give him a better angle. One which allowed him to hit that special spot inside of her. "Oh! Yes! Right there...", she cried. Pierce continued moving in and out of her, picking up the speed again. Suddenly her orgasm was on her, making her walls tighten around his cock in a heavenly way. "Oh, oh! Pierce!", she threw her head back into the pillow, her body convulsing around him as he pumped his dick in her tight pussy. He was close, very close. But not quite there. He couldn't stop fucking her, even as she relaxed, coming down from her high and going limp after such pleasure. Pierce slammed his hard-on over and over inside her, until he felt that familiar feeling creeping up at the base of his cock. "Yeah, oh yeah", he breathed, thrusting a few more times into her before coming inside her forcefully. His balls draining deep inside her, his orgasm crashing over him before he collapsed on top of her, too exhausted to move a muscle. Lifting his head up from where it landed beside hers, he noticed, with a bit of a hit to his ego that she had fallen asleep already. But before he could think too much about it, he dropped his head again and was out cold.
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Meryl woke up and noticed two things. One, that she had the most horrible headache she'd ever experienced. And two, that something very heavy was contricting her lunges, holding her down. She cracked her eyes open and was relieved that she must have shut the curtains, for it was still dark inside the room. She ran her hands over her face, trying to rub out the pain and stimulate it enough to fully wake up. Her mind was running wild, trying to sort out the last thing she remembered and what was really going on. When she moved her body to stretch it, the heavy weight on top of her shifted and she realized with horror that it was someone's body. Glancing down, she saw a head of dark hair, with a bit of gray running through it and her mind went into overdrive. What the hell had happened last night?!
Meryl used her arms to push him off of her, but he only shifted in his sleep and moved so that his mouth was uncomfortably close to her breast. She could feel his breath running over her nipple and it was waking her right the hell up. She tapped his head nervously, clearing her throat loudly to wake him up. He woke with a start, looking up at her. Her eyes widened in shock at who was sharing her bed and a huge, smug grin spread across his face.
"Get off!", she yelled in panic, scambling out from under him as he moved clumsily over to the other side of the bed. Pierce closed his eyes as his headache obviously was setting in, and her screaming at him first thing in the morning wasn't helping. She got up and pulled the sheet with her, wrapping it around her chest to preserve her modesty.
"What hap---How---What the hell are you doing in my bed?!", Meryl yelled. She was clearly freaking out.
Pierce held up his hand to shut her up. "Can you not yell? I have a bloody headache"
"Who cares?! Answer my question!", she barked back, not giving a shit at the minute how he was feeling.
"Well I would hope you would remember...you spent last night yelling my name out in ecstacy", he smirked at her.
Meryl's mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh my God. Oh my God. OhmyGod!", her words were tripping out of her mouth. She began moving around the bed, picking up her bra and underwear, but not seeing anything else. "Tell me we didn't. Please, God no"
She fumbled trying to put her underwear on while keeping the sheet in place around her breasts.
"Well, would it be so bad if we did?", he asked, a little offended that she was acting this way. "Last night was amazing, why ruin it?"
"Amaz---??", she breathed out a laugh. "I don't remember a fucking thing from last night. It couldn't have happened, oh my God"
"Would you please quit saying that? So we slept together? No one's gonna know", he tried to get her to see reason, getting out of bed unabashedly and looking for his boxers.
Meryl turned around at the sight of his naked body. "Jesus, Pierce!"
"What??", he asked, locating them at the foot of the bed and slipping into them.
"I don't want to see you naked!", she hissed at him.
"Oh my God, woman. What are you, thirteen? And you saw it all last night, anyway, so it really doesn't make sense trying to cover up now"
"NO, I am not thirteen." she answered him in a snotty voice. She took a deep breath before looking back at him and asking him seriously. "How did this happen?"
"You honestly don't remember anything?", he questioned her. Last night might have started with the basic lusting after each other shit, but he had definitely connected with her while they were together. He could be completely honest saying that not only was she the best he ever had, but he was sort of attached after last night. And that was not something that happened to him easily. He wanted to spend time with her, and get to know her better, and of course make love to her every night.
"Of course not! Do you think I would be putting on this act if I had any clue?", she asked, incredulous that he had asked such a question.
"No. I just----look, we were both really drunk last night and I brought you back from the club and then things just---"
"Wait. You brought me back?", she asked, apparently coming to some conclusion in her head.
"Yeeessss.....", he drawed, unsure of the meaning of her question.
"Well why didn't you just drop me off? Why did you come in?" Her tone was getting more accusing by the second.
"Well, I---"
"Did I invite you in?", she cut him off.
"No."
"So you just CAME IN? And proceeded to sleep with me when I was drunk out of my mind??", she was staring at him coldly now, her arms crossed over her sheet covered chest.
He knew were she was going with this. "Meryl, it wasn't like that. I---"
"Well what was it like, huh? You just thought it might be a good opportunity while I was basically unconscious to fuck me?", she accused.
"What?! NO. First of all, you were not unconscious. And secondly, you wanted it!", he shot back.
"OH MY GOD! I can't believe this! You knew this would never have happened had I been sober. How dare you take advantage of the situation."
"I did NO such thing! I came in last night, we started making out, and you certainly weren't telling me to stop, so we ended up in bed."
"Whatever, Pierce. That is soooo low of you", she said, making her way into the living area where she spotted her robe laying over a chair.
Pierce was hot on her heels. "Excuse me? Are you accusing me of what I think you're accusing me of?", he raised an eyebrow at her, getting pissed with the situation.
"I don't know, Pierce. You're the only one who knows what happened last night. I could have been fucking drugged for all I know", she spit, throwing her robe on and tying it tightly.
"WHOA!", Pierce held his hand up in the air. "You aren't insinuating that I drugged you, right?!"
"No. I just think you could have had a little more respect for me, if you know what I mean", she crossed her arms over her chest again.
"Well what are you?? A virgin??"
"Excuse me?", Meryl repeated his question from earlier. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"To put it frankly, you've got around, miss homecoming queen!"
Meryl's mouth dropped open for the second time that morning. Her eyes were wide with increduality. "IT is absolutely none of your business what my love life is like. And I wouldn't be acting this way if I weren't married! You know how much Don means to me! How could you jepardize that for a one night stand?!"
Her attitude was rubbing him the wrong way. He couldn't and wouldn't be blamed solely for what happened last night. She had participated just as much as he had and now she was accusing him of ruining the manogamy she had with her husband.
"Well, he must not mean that much to you if you were willing to spread your legs for me last night"
The vase holding flowers on a small table in the room was hurlded at him before he could blink. He ducked just in time for it to crash to pieces on the wall behind his head. "FUCK YOU!", she shouted.
"I HAVE!", he yelled back, ducking the expensive looking picture frame that now was coming towards his head.
She stopped to take a deep breath when the loud crash had settled the hotel room in silence.
"You have no right to talk about my marriage like that. For all those nights we talked and I told you things I've never told anyone else. I thought you understood about me and Don"
Pierce couldn't stop the words before they left his mouth. "Oh, I understand all right. You jumped into bed with the first guy that came around after John died confessing his love to you!"
You couldn't imagine the look of utter devastation on her face. She couldn't form a single word to say to him, couldn't stop her heart from breaking at the mention of his name. He realized his mistake before it was even made, going to her side to try to make amends.
"Meryl, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I was just so angry, please forgive---"
"Get out", she whispered. The tears were already forming in her eyes. She couldn't make sense of anything that was going on. She thought that Pierce and her were good friends, but how could he had said those things.
"Meryl, listen, please--"
"Just leave, Pierce"
She stood in that same spot as he dejectedly gave up and moved to collect his clothing, throwing them on wordlessly and making his way to the door. She watched him go, looking into his eyes. "Last night wasn't just a one night stand. It meant a lot to me, Meryl", he was silent, hoping for a response. Something. Anything. But she turned her head away from him, as the dam broke and the tears fell rapidly down over her cheeks. "I'm sorry", he whispered across the room, walking out just before he heard Meryl take a shaky breath and let out a broken sob, not having the strength to hold it back until the door had been completely closed.
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Okay....not your typical Peryl. But I promised something to Bernadette and Partyhardxoxox. ;) Not sure if I'll keep going, but it is kind of cruel leaving it this way for those devoted peryl lovers. lol So let me know what you all think and we'll see if I go on with it.