Sexy And I Know It (Harleigh)

[chance christopher caine]

The night was young and it was also very very promising. Chance hadn't been back in LA for very long since he had been out of town shooting a movie but now that he was back, he was ready for a shit ton of fun and very little work. A smile spread across his face as he strolled back up the stairs and down to the end of the hall where his massive room with it's own master bathroom and balcony over looking the beach and equipped with it's own hot tub was. He was only half dressed but it wouldn't take him long to get done. His hair was already messily spiked up in all directions with just a little bit of gel like he usually did it. His light blue eyes looked himself over in the huge mirror that sat above his sink in his bathroom before he gave himself an approving grin and headed into his walk in closet.

Turning on the light, he scanned the clothes hanging up until he finally settled on a simple blue gray v neck t shirt that clung to his jacked pecs, arms and abs a bit. Normally a guy might look a bit gay in a v neck but Chance could pull one off and he was going to tonight. Grabbing one of his favorite necklaces, he pulled it on over his head before adjusting his shirt. He was already wearing a pair of slightly worn jeans and shoes. When he was satisfied with how he looked, he headed out of his room and went down to the kitchen grabbing his phone and wallet on the way out of his bedroom.

Tonight he wasn't partying solo either, the lovely Harleigh Carson would be accompanying him to one of the many clubs that lined the down town streets of LA. Though Chance was a bit unsure how happenin' the clud scene was gonna be tonight because it was in the middle of the week so it could be a total bust. But that was no big deal. Him and Harleigh were very good at... entertaining each other. A smirk spread across his face at the thought of just partying it up at his house and he had to admit the idea didn't sound too bad. Just crank up the music, empty the bar in his house and party it up, just the two of them. Might as well run the idea by Harleigh, couldn't hurt, he thought as he got ready to text her and aske her if she was almost here or not.

[harleigh anne carson]

For anyone who lives in the LA area, you would know that the traffic out here is a bunch of bull shit. For about twenty minutes, Harleigh was sitting in her mercedees where she only moved about 20 feet. The only thing she could hear was everyone’s horns including herself. Then all of a sudden the traffic broke up. Not caring, Harleigh raced off. She was supposed to meet Chance Caine. Just thinking about him, gave her the giggles. Chance wasn’t just any guy. He was one of her best friends and a little more. There were a few times where they hooked up but hell how could they now? They’re famous, hot, and young. It’d be dumb if they didn’t. As Harleigh was going 30 mile per hour over the speed limit, her phone started vibrating. Being the reckless driver she is, Harleigh went to reach for it. Of course it was the one and only Chace. Harleigh threw it back to passenger seat as she thought she would drive faster if she didn’t text him back.

Shit.’ Harleigh spat at herself as she was supposed to be at Chance’s house ten minutes ago. Two minutes later Harleigh pulled in his driveway. Stepping out, Harleigh revealed her ripped denim jeans, a cute white tank top which clearly revealed a sequence bra, and her luscious wavy hair layed perfectly over her shoulders. Harleigh looked hot, and she knew it. Grabbing her phone, she pushed into her back pocket and rang the doorbell.

Harleigh wasn’t really sure why she was at his house but that didn’t stop her from having big plans though as of right now they were nonexistent. Though Chance and Harleigh always had a good time together. They would either go out to the bars, get wasted or have a party and get wasted. What Chance didn’t know was that Harleigh brought a little extra goodies with her just in case she was going out to a party later. Harleigh felt like she had to hide her smoking problem from Chance. He was just too good of a friend to let him deal with her shit. As the door opened, Harleigh said “Ready for some pregame?” . She held up the bottle of jack daniels in her hand. Now the fun will begin.


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[chance christopher caine]

When she didn't answer his text right away, he at first thought about getting worried but then shrugged it off, guessing that she was probably driving and either hadn't gotten his text or was going to be smart this time and not text and drive. Either way, he might as well get started without her since she was a little late. Standing up from where he had been leaning over the counter, he casually made his way over to the alcohol cabinet in the kitchen, opening up the hinged doors as his light blue eyes scanned the contents until he finally settled on starting with some vodka. Grabbing the first bottle of vodka that he saw, he shut the cabinet door once more before turning around and taking the few steps needed to reach the island that sat in the middle of his fancy kitchen. Unscrewing the cap, he took a long drink out of the bottle, not even bothering pouring a shot. He'd do shots when he had someone to do shots with. Pulling the bottle away from his lips, he made a face as the alcohol burned it's way down his throat.

Just as he was about to take another drink from his bottle, the doorbell rang and he smiled a bit knowing that Harleigh must have finally arrived. Grabbing the cap in his other hand, he took another drink before screwing on the lid and jogging the rest of the way to the door so she wouldn't have to wait anymore. Swinging it open, he leaned a shoulder against the large white front door as his light blue eyes looked her up and down with an approving smirk on his face.

"Damn girl, you look fuckin' sexy as shit!" he complimented her, raising his brows a bit before gesturing for her to come inside. Once she was inside he shut the door and led the way back into the kitchen so they could get some shot glasses and the fun could begin. When she asked him if he was ready to pregame, he laughed a bit before holding up his bottle of clear vodka.

"I'm way ahead of ya babe." he replied, unscrewing the cap and taking one more drink. The intense alcohol was already giving him an enjoyable buzz and a few more shots later, he would probably be drunk already. Oh well. As he pulled two shot glasses out of the cabinet, he filled them with his vodka before taking one and handing her the other one.

"Here's to one fuckin' good night." he toasted, clinking his glass against hers before downing the shot and clanking the glass back down on the counter top. His head was buzzing for sure now and he smiled slyly at her as he came around to her side of the counter and leaning his back against the island. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulled her over so she was standing in front of them, her legs in between his legs and his hands playing along her body a bit as he felt himself getting frisky thanks to the alcohol. That was drunk Chance though, everybody knew that. His light blue eyes looked down at her body as it stood close to him, finally coming up to look at her face though the alcohol wouldn't let his eyes get past her lips.

"I missed you baby." he said to her, not really knowing what he was saying now that the alcohol was pulsing through his veins steadily now.

[harleigh anne carson]

Harleigh hated being late. It was one of her top pet peeves. Not only did she hate being late but when other’s were late to her plans as well. If a person says they will be there at 4, Harleigh would give them common courtesy and give them to at least 4 :20, any later, she’d be gone. Harleigh’s a busy person. She has places to go and people to see. If you don’t respect her time with her, she won’t give you any chances. Harsh much? It’s still disrespectful. <p>
Once Harleigh made contact with Chance, she all of a sudden got the goosbumps. Looking into those luscious blue eye’s of his made her feel lost. Harleigh looked him up and down and whisteled. “ Aww thanks, but hell, you’re not looking to shabby yourself.” Harleigh gave him a playful winked and followed him inside. “ The paparazzi probably followed me here.” Harleigh just wanted to give Chance a heads up before he did anything wild and crazy tonight. When Harleigh got to the bar, it looked as if Chance was already starting without her. She gave him a sad face but then gladly accepted the shot from him. Down it went, and that was only number one. <p>
Harleigh held out her hand so he could refill it with another shot and just then Chance grabbed her by the waist. Harleigh was in between his legs. Grabbing his waist, she was pulled into him. Biting her lip she listened to what Chance had to say. Harleigh giggled. It was obvious that Chance already had a little too much to drink but she didn’t care, she let him continue. “ I’ve missed you too but I’m here now and that’s all that matters. harleigh brought him in closer and gave him a little peck on the lips. She relased him and wet free of his hold so she can pour her another shot. “ Bottoms up.” And there goes number two. <p>
For a couple of seconds, harleigh stood there gazing at his wonderful body. “ So what are your big plans for tonight?” Harleigh was curious on what he had on store for the two. All she knew was that she was going to have one hell of a time.



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[chance christopher caine]

When her hands found his body as well, a smile spread across his face and he pulled her against him a bit more, furrowing his brow a bit as he listened to her speak but a smile was still on his face. As she leaned in and kissed him briefly, he tasted the alcohol on her lips and guessed his own lips probably tasted even more like vodka than hers did. Harleigh slipped out of his arms before pouring herself another shot and downing it with ease. He turned his body so he could face her, his side leaning up against the island now as he remained silent for a moment before taking the bottle of vodka that was already almost half way gone, mostly thanks to him.

"Gimme that." he called out, taking another swig of the strong liquid before pouring her a shot and waiting until she did it before he prepared to pour her another one. Pausing right before he filled up the glass, he chuckled a bit to himself as if he had said a funny joke before taking the empty shot glass from her.

"Fuck it." he replied, setting the shot glass away from them before handing her the open bottle instead. He was already drunk but not quite drunk off his ass yet. He should probably try and avoid that. That was when he ended up with a hangover and that was the last thing he wanted right now. He especially wanted to remember this night. While she drank from the bottle, she asked him what he had planned and he thought hard as he tried to remember back to the beginning of the night when he had been getting ready to remember what he had been planning on doing. Finally giving up on remembering, he decided to come up with his own new plan.

"Well. First of all, I was thinkin' we could do some drinkin'. Check!" he began, drawing an invisible check mark in the air as he smiled at her.

"Then... we're gonna dance cause I'mma good dancer... and so are you." he added, pointing to himself and then to her. He put on a thoughtful expression as he tried to think of what else they could do.

"And we were gonna go skinny dippin' but since the sharks followed you here... that's not gonna happen." he added, putting on a bit of a sad face before shrugging his shoulders a bit like a little kid would.

"Last. We're gonna have the best sex... ever. The end." he replied, finishing his story and putting on a proud grin that he had finished his entire story.

Once he was done speaking, he made his way over to where she stood near the island and picked up the universal remote that controlled pretty much everything eletrical in his house. Fumbling with it for a moment, he finally turned on the radio and the song, Tonight (I'm Fuckin' You) by Enrique Iglesias was on. A smile spread across Chance's face at the funny coincidence of the song and he came up behind Harleigh, grabbing onto her hips once more and dancing up against a bit. Pulling her back against his chest, his hands made their way around her waist until they were holding her body against his as he danced to the beat, her ass pressed against him as well.