drinking away time, Chance

[mahkenzie lee garland]

( w i l d , h o r s e s , I , w a n n a , b e , l i k e , y o u )
THROWING CAUTION TO THE WIND, I'LL RUN FREE TOO

Kenzie took a swift drag off of the camel menthol cigarette letting the smoke swirl in her lungs as she tossed it, squashing it with her Tony Lama boot heel before exhaling and walking into the building of the club. She knew that was not good to be doing in the shape that she was in, bu she honestly needed it more than ever. Sighing a little she looked down at her holy jeans, boots, and simple white lacy tank top. Her tanned skin contrasted against the tank top, and her mocha hair danced down her bust line. She was not wearing too much make, simply some eye liner, which was all the simple girl ever wore. She could already feel herself tensing up. She was not big on the social scene, but she figured she might as well meet some new friends as she was in a new place, and she needed someone. She entered the smoky bar with a slight hesitation before the music hit her ears, almost stopping her in her tracks. She knew the song, and she knew the voice as well.

Kenzie was a small town girl, things were simple and so was she. Dallas, was a big town, but living on the outskirts, on a simple ranch, made her the way she was. She was not too outgoing, but she could get things done. One thing she knew was her horses. Her horses were first and for most for her. Since she was toddler she was taught how to rope and ride, and she lived for it. Being a rodeo queen was just for shits and giggles really, her true passion was the training. Taking an unbroke colt, and working with him until he would do whatever, and anything you told him to do, then selling him, and watching him make someone a lifetime friend, that was the true pay off. Though she had two horses she would never sell not ever.

Things had been pretty hectic for the past couple of months. She had met a man by the name of Jason, and he has swept her off her feet, only to almost get into her pants. Now that has worried Kenzie. She was not that type of girl, nor would she ever be. But he had come close, much closer than any of the others. Though it has been almost a month since she had seen him, and she preferred it that way. She had chosen not to even think about him anymore. She didn't need that kind of drama in her drama free life. Plus, she had no time for a boyfriend, and no need for one. She had just never been into boys, and it would probably always be that way with her. It was just something you either loved or you hated about the girl, and that was just that. She sighed, the thoughts of a nice tall drink her her hand drifted through her mind ever so slowly.

Thinking of drinks, Kenzie turned on her heels, hair whipping back around as she moved towards the bar, leaning over it gently and smiling at the tender. "Can I get a tall glass of rum and coke, please?" Though the bartender looked a little taken aback by her order, he had been expecting something fruity, but not for her. Once the drink was placed before her, she handed him to money for it, then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a good swallow off of it, welcoming the burn in her throat. Sighing she turned back around leaning back against the mahogany wood. There was so much blowing through the slight blonde's mind, and no where to store it all. She was lost. She never should have come here.

Kenzie was a barrel racer, and she was damn good at it. Her horse was fast, and he knew his pattern. All she had to do was sit there, and hang on. She loved the thrill of knowing her horse could slip, she could get hurt, and the thrill of knowing that prize money was going home with her when she scored a 14.5 on the last run of her season. Mikey was a good horse, and the dapple would do anything and everything for her when it came down to him doing his job. Travis on the other hand, did the bulls, and that was a sprt all it own. She had watched him a couple times, and boy did she want to give it a whirl, but there was no way in hell that Daddy would ever let her climb on a bull, he knew the pains first hand that those animals could cause. Not for Kenz.

Kenzie sat alone at the bar, her hand clasping a new drink as someone sang along with the band on the other side of her. She was enjoying the drink, though it stung her throat. She was never a drinker, and never really would be, but something about the night that was flourishing around her caused her to have a few more than the normal. She enjoyed this drink, even though it's poison was strong, and she would more than likely have to pay for a cab to bring her home. She knew this well, and she would never drink and drive. Her Father would murder her if he ever found, and if she did, that man would find out. And Kenzie as we know it, would probably be no more. So she sipped lightly on it, as if sipping slower and less in one time would help keep her from becoming intoxicated. She glanced around the bar, hoping to see anyone that would strike up a good time. She could only pray someone would come along.

( w i s h , i , c o u l d , r e c k l e s s l y , l o v e )
LIKE I'M LONGING TO

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TAGGED :: chance
NOTES :: pah shoulda been longer
MUSE :: haha overflowing
STATUS :: open
CREDIT :: This Template was made by tarjarose @ Caution 2.0

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[chance christopher caine]

Tonight was gonna be a good night, that much Chance was sure of. He needed one hell of a night to make up for the shitty and crazy busy week he had. It seemed like ever since he had gotten back from shooting his movie out of town, he had a ton of stuff to do to get caught up after being gone for so long. And being busy wasn't technically a bad thing either but being crazy busy wasn't exactly what Chance considered fun. While he loved his job and loved acting and modeling, he hated the conferences and other boring stuff he had to do on a normal basis as well to keep up his image. Especially since he did plenty of things to ruin his image so he needed all the help he could get.

As he finished getting ready to go out, he was glad that he hadn't gotten a group together to go clubbin' like he normally did. While going with a group was fun, it was also hectic because you had to keep track of everyone and all had to leave at the same time and that kind of shit. He was glad to not have all of those worries tonight since he was going alone and just seeing who else was there once he got there. Driving wasn't going to happen either. His brand new Lamborghini would not be safe left parked in the lot of a nightclub all night since he would probably have to leave it there due to him most likely ending up being too intoxicated to drive home that night.

Instead, he had hired a car to take him to the club and pick him up when he was done. He didn't like taking cabs if he could avoid it. Especially when he was drunk. Grabbing his leather jacket, Chance snagged his phone and house keys before leaving his room and heading down the stairs towards the front door where the car was waiting. Checking his phone and answering a few texts he had, he slid it into his pocket along with his keys before double checking to make sure he had everything he needed before getting ready to head out the front door, locking it behind him. He wasn't too dressed up tonight, wearing a simple pair of worn jeans, a grayish blue t shirt that clung to his upper body enough to show off his muscular abs and pecs and his favorite leather jacket.

Climbing into the car, he continued to text until they pulled up outside the club. Pulling a twenty out of his pocket, he handed it to the driver and thanked him before telling him that he would call him when he was ready to be picked back up. Climbing out of the car, Chance wasn't surprised to be greeted by a few photographers that were waiting outisde the club, hoping to catch some celebrities coming in or going out. Chance paused for a moment, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket and smile for the cameras before nodding and heading inside the club where the press couldn't follow.

A smile was on his face as he glanced around at the people grinding up against one another on the dance floor, the bar filled with people buying drinks and socializing and a fair amount of the people he knew. Smiling and waving to those he knew, he paused to chat with a few before heading straight towards the bar to get a drink and then another and another and another. When he was on his fifth drink, he was riding an amazing buzz and a little more would get him drunk enough to forget about the busy weekhe had but still remember what he had done that night. His light blue eyes suddenly landed on the femine form of Mahkenzie Garland standing near the bar. A smirk spread across his face as he made his way over to her, a bit surprised to see her out at a bar drinking but definitely would be protesting against her having a bit of fun. As he came towards her, he came to stand in front of her, leaning his side against the bar so his body was facing her.

"Well would ya look at this! Must be my lucky night! The beautiful Miss. Mahkenzie Garland has decided to grace me with her presence! And I must say, you're lookin' sexy as ever my dear!" he spoke, leaning towards her so she could hear his words over the music. He threw his arms wide to help emphasize his point as he spoke before resting his elbow on the top of the bar once more and grinning broadly at her. Looking her up and down for a moment before he complimented her, his light blue eyes came to rest on her face as he took a swig of his drink, the grin still on his face.

[mahkenzie lee garland]

No, it was not like Kenzie to be out a bar. But so much had changed since she had been in LA. She had been discovered, singing seven days a week, and had no time for herself. She figured she would go to the bar, and have a couple a drinks, by herself. It was about time she had some Kenzie time, what with all the record execs that followed her around on a daily basis pretending like they new and understood her; they didn't. She liked them all, and they were nice people, but they just didn't see things the way she did. She was pretty sure they never would see things the way she did, either. Course, Kenzie was a softy, and she allowed them to boss her around, and thrown in their two cents more often then not. But, she did put out her own opinion too, which normally lost, but it was the point that mattered. She loved her new job, but she just needed her time. Time to be crazy... and maybe a little sexy. Virginal sexy.

Kenzie was innocent, but she was no prude. Virgin, yes, but she had a weakness for boys. She loved to look at them, and admire them from a far. But Kenzie had her morals, and she stuck strong to them. Kenzie had always been like that with herself. You might say she did not know quite how pretty she truly was, and maybe that was okay. If she did know, who knows what kind of girl she could turn into. But, she had had boyfriends, a couple here, and a couple there, but only one had ever been serious to her. She wasn't big on the flings, but she had had a couple of week or two relationships despite how she despised them, but nothing compared to the one she was serious about.

He was a good looking, bull riding, boot wearing cowboy. Everything she had pictured herself with, and boy was that man smooth. He could stand their and call you every name in the book; and yet he could almost make it sound charming. In other words, he had Kenzie wrapped right around his finger. She was bending over backwards, doing everything she could to help him when he needed. She had even given up her own career for a short time to help him promote his own in the bull riding industry. But things changed fast when she refused to put out to him. His charm was gone, and so was his nice manner. She became, somewhat, disposable to him. And she knew something was going on. It really had not taken long for her to figure out he was sleeping with her slutty best friend. And since then, two years prior to this day, she hadn't dated since. She was all set with that.

Kenzie lifted her glass again to her glossed lips, and allowed the alcohol to burn and warm her throat. She winced a little before setting down the now emptied glass and ordering another. She figured two was at most what she needed, other wise she never wake up in the morning to get to the studio. She sighed slightly, it was relatively boring. And being alone at this place just reminded her of how much she missed her home. Kenzie was still daydreaming when a familiar body, and voice were in front of her. Chance. She smiled sweetly up at him. Chance had become a good friend of hers, one who had begun to know much about her life's story, and she about his. So you could say she was relatively happy when she had then become accompanied by him.

Kenzie blushed slightly under his compliment, but she did know him quite well. And he was a charmer, that was for sure, but more than likely he did not mean what he had said, he was charming her. Simple. "Awe, Chance. That's nice of you. And of course it's your lucky night... when isn't it." she teased slightly, in reference to his many women. She knew about most of them, he normally told her about them. Especially the crazy ones who would then stalk him for weeks. She found it amusing, of course he didn't, but she got some good laughs from his displeasure. Kenzie twirled her straw in her drink, blues eyes studying Chance, as she crossed one leg over the other, and took another sip off her drink. It sure was good to have some company... for now.

[chance christopher caine]

Chance smiled happily at Mahkenzie as she answered him, teasing him back as well. Of course it would be a lie if he said that he didn't have any women that he could take home for a little fun. He had already had a couple of girls text him and asking to "hang out" with him tonight but he wasn't sure if he wanted a fling tonight. After all, he was planning on drinking his heart out and he wanted to crash once he got home, not perform. Though he was an incredibly good performer, in and out of the bedroom. He had game. He had skills when it came to women. He was smooth and charming and knew exactly what to say. He knew what women wanted to hear and he could dish it out whenever he wanted to. He was a pro at that and was never alone unless he wanted to be.

She was well aware of his of course, after all, ever since she had become famous and they had met and some celebrity get together or another, they had become rather close friends. She was almost like a little sister to him in a way. Mainly in the sense that he didn't want to see her get her and wanted her to be happy. But he also wanted to get with her really bad, especially since she was one of the very few people he couldn't get with. It was quite frustrating for Chance because he wasn't use to rejection but he wasn't a complete asshole either and he wouldn't push her to do anything she didn't want to do. He wouldn't do that with any girl. He was a decent guy when you got to know him, especially when it came to women.

When she said that it was always his lucky night, he shrugged a bit, a smile still on his face as he glanced away before looking back at her once more. A smile was still playing at the corners of his mouth as he let his light blue eyes rest on her for a long moment. When she ordered another drink, he ordered one more as well and pulled out his black American Express before setting it on the bar to pay for all of his drinks and her drink. Signing the paper the bartender handed him, he left a tip before handing it back and taking a drink of his last drink for the night. This would probably make him drunk and he didn't need to be too drunk.

"So what do ya say you dance with me." he added, raising his eyebrows at her before waiting for her answer. He offered her his hand, smiling at her once more as he hoped she would accept.

[mahkenzie lee garland]

Kenzie knew he wanted her, but he also didn't know she probably was no good at that; as she had never done anything like that before. The most she had done was oral, and that was still only a few times. She was innocent by every meaning of the words. She wanted to eventually put herself out there, but it was making to choice of the right guy to trust. She didn't trust many men, but she did trust Chance, and more than a couple times had she considered allowing him what he wanted, but she always stopped herself. She had a lot of chances, seeing as she stayed at his house quite often; well, when he didn't have other plans. She enjoyed his company, and she had figured he enjoyed hers as well. Their relationship was simple, and not complicated, and she wanted to try and keep it that way for as long as she could.

It was weird how they had met. She had always seen him in ads, and at a celebrity get together she had met him, they had talked, and it had just gone from there. She was glad she had met him, she didn't have many friends around here beside Brooklyn, and it was nice to have a guy friend to hang around with. Course, guy friends was all she had back in Texas. Girls just did not like her, and she didn't know why. Probably because they were all bitches, but Kenzie would never call them that. She tended to watch her language towards other people. She was respectful of peoples' feelings, course they never seemed to be sensitive to hers. Except for Chance, who on an often occasion, listened to her rant about her record label. But that was a different matter.

Kenzie smiled as he paid for her drink. She knew better than to contest, because it was just a waste of breath. So she let him as she swigged the drink down quickly. Hoping in return it would take affect just as quickly. She sighed softly after the burn hit her and she looked back at Chance who was now speaking to her once more with that milky smooth voice of his. It was so sexy she found herself finding it hard to resist him, but somehow she always managed. He was asking her to dance, which, she wasn't against. She knew how to dance, and she also knew how to be sexy while doing it. One of the few things she knew how to be sexy at. She let a smirk grace her lips as she took his hand, and rose from her chair.

It was just like chance, and of course, they were in the middle of the dance floor in no time. She still found it weird how whenever people saw him, they just moved out of the way without him having to ask. She smirked again, it almost looking a little more sexy as they settled into their places on the dance floor. And up beat song blared over head, and the strobes flashed along with the beat. Kenzie turned her back to him pressing her backside close to his as she allowed her ass to slightly grind against him. Glancing over her shoulder she flashed a wink at him and continued dancing. Course, she was blushing at this time, but under this light, she prayed to go he wouldn't notice.

[chance christopher caine]

Chance was very glad that she accepted and took his hand. When she finished her drink, he finished his last one as well before helping her out of her chair and leading her out onto the dance floor. A smirk was playing at his lips as they made it to the middle where there was space for them to dance. She didn't need much coaxing to get her to dance and he smiled as she turned around and started to dance up against him. His hands went to her hips and he smiled as he pulled her against him a bit more, her back pressing against his chest as they danced together. The bass of the song was loud and it pumped through the club loudly.

The beat was hard to resist and it made Chance glad that he had ran into Mahkenzie at the bar. It made things a lot more fun now that he wasn't alone. He actually found that he didn't want to be alone tonight or even be with a random girl. A smile was still on his face as he moved to the beat with her body pressed close to his. His hands reaching further around her hips, pulling her against him even more, if that was even possible. His hands explored her body a bit, running up her sides a little more before returning to her waist once again. He had to admit he was rather fond of the relationship they had. They flirted a lot and she would stay at his house a lot too.

He couldn't help but want her, more than he would like to admit. He also knew that he would probably never get to sleep with her and while he was rather sad about that fact, he knew that he wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to. They had done a few things and who knew, tonight could be one of those nights that he got a little something from her. You never knew what would happen. And by the way she was dancing on him, he was very interested to see what the rest of the night would hold.

[mahkenzie lee garland]

Kenzie's heart was racing as she grinded on him without shame. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her back closer to him. She could feel the sexual tension, she was pretty sure everyone around them could feel it as well. Kenzie could feel eyes on them, and she didn't mind it for once. She allowed her hips to continued moving. His hands were roaming, feeling her body before moving back down to her hips and pulling her a little closer. She could feel his muscles pressed against her back, and you'd have to be dead not get turned on by his body, and she was not dead. She had to admit, she was enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. Her white tank top rose up slightly, and the feel of his fingers on her tanned skin cause goose bumps to begin to rise. She sighed softly, letting her body move to the beat of his.

She had confidence, you could say, but only in certain situations. It had become obvious that this was one that she certainly had confidence with. She enjoyed flirting with him, and she knew this was teasing him slightly by the way he kept pulling her back closer to him. Kenzie smiled, and bent over slightly grinding back against him a little more, before rising back up, letting her long golden hair whip back. Her jeans as slacked down a little more showing the tops of her hip tattoos, and she turned to face him now. Her front pressed firmly to his, and she guided his hands down her back, before letting them go to allow him to roam as he pleased. She smiled at him, letting one of her hands, run slowly down his chest and abs. Her blue eyes held a mischievous look, and the smirk still tugged at the corners of her glossed lips as she looked up at him.

Kenzie knew that she probably would be going back to his place tonight. She knew that if he was looking for a lay he would have already left her company by now, and moved on to someone he would be able to get more out of. Mostly, she was just guessing on this fact, but it was weird that she kind of yearned for his touch, and wanted to go home with him. His hands, they just felt, kind of right. Her body temperature had risen. You could say she was turned on. Of course, she probably would not admit that to him, ever. But it was the truth. She glanced over her shoulder, still people were watching. Course, it hardly ever hit her that she too was famous, so it probably was just his fans, but either way. It was relatively annoying. She ignored them though, turning back to Chance, her eyes meeting his once against as her hands rested on his chest. She didn't know where this night was going to go, but it seemed like it was going somewhere exciting.

[chance christopher caine]

Chance had to admit that he was getting more and more turned on the longer they danced and he couldn't help but wish they were back at his house, alone. A smile played at his lips as she bent over a bit and moved against him some more. As she stood up straight again, she turned around to face him and the drunken buzz that he had going was making the whole place seem surreal. His hands wrapped around her waist once more, sliding lowering and lowering down her back, teasing her a bit and wondering how far she would let him go before stopping him. He was use to being stopped by her, that's what she did. She wanted love and a real relationship before she slept with a guy and he respected that. Sometimes he hated it but he would always respect her decisions. Finally wanting to move on, he leaned down a bit so that his mouth was close to her ear so she could hear his words.

"Let's get outta here." he said simply, knowing that she probably wanted to go back to his place as bad as he wanted her to. Well maybe not quite as bad as he wanted but close enough, he hoped. A smile was on his face and he waited a moment to see if she would object before taking her hand and leading her towards the door of the club. As they weaved through the crowds of people, he greeted the people he knew that said hi to him before they finally reached the door. Stepping outside into the cooler night air, it was a relief from the warmer interior of the club. His driver was luckily close by and was there within a minute's notice. Opening the door for her, he helped her in before stumbling in behind her.

The car ride was short and when they finally got back to Chance's house, he paid the driver before opening the front door of the house for her and then shutting it behind him. Putting his hand on her lower back, he ushered her towards the stairs though she really didn't need any ushering since she knew where everything was in his house since she was here so much. Climbing the stairs and then heading down the hall, Chance shut his bedroom door behind them and kicked off his shoes before taking his phone and keys and setting them on his dresser. Peeling off his jacket as well, he wore his jeans and t shirt but didn't bother to change and instead came over to where she stood by the bedroom door.

A sly smirk was on his lips as he looked her up and down, slowly coming towards her. It took him only a moment to reach her and once he was in front of her, his hands went to her hips once more, his fingers brushing softly against the smooth skin of her stomach and sides that were revealed because her shirt had gotten pulled up a bit. He took a step towards her, his hands still on her and his light blue eyes looking at her lips as he backed her up against the door, a smile still on his face as he watched her, waiting to see if she would object or want to continue what they had started at the club.

[mahkenzie lee garland]

Kenzie had a feeling he was going to want to leave soon. The anticipation that was flowing between the two was undeniable. She smiled when he whispered in her ear, and she didn't protest. It's not like going back to his place was anything new. She ended up there quite a few times, always fooling around a little bit, before she rolled over and went to sleep. Tonight, she felt, was going to be different. She hadn't really felt this way before. She wasn't the kind of girl who got hot headed, and turned on. Normally she could keep her feelings under wraps, but for some reason, tonight was different. She sighed softly as he took her hand guiding her through the maize of people, grinding on one another. He spoke to a few, but not anyone she knew personally. She just smiled courteously to them, and continued moving along behind him.

It had seemed like an eternity till they reached the door, and the cooler air greeted her bared skin. She lavished in the cooler air, it had been quite hot in the club, and it felt nice to be out in fresher air. It was not long before the driver pulled up in front of them, and he guided her into the car. She didn't mind sitting close to him, and she did so. Glancing out the window every now and then, yet they still hadn't spoke much of anything to one another. However, it was not awkward, they both knew what was coming, and though she had feeling it was going to be different from normal times, she still was anxious to get to his house. She wanted to strip out of her clothes, and relax. Her earlier plan had been to try and get him to pay per view the latest chick flick, and make him watch it with her, but she felt things weren't going to go that way.

Kenzie stepped out of the care slowly. She noted that he was pretty buzzed, but she hoped he wasn't completely trashed. She watched as he payed the driver, then they were inside. She smiled at him, allowing him to touch her again, and guide her up the stairs. Of course, she knew where his room was, but if it made him feel better to guide her, then so be it. She stepped in, and he shut the door behind her. Which, to her didn't make much sense because she didn't figure anyone else was there, but who knew. She watched as he kicked off his shoes, and dropped his cell and keys on the night stand. She stood by the door, her eyes still devious as she smiled at him. Really all she wanted to do was run and jump into his bed, being as it was so comfortable. But she didn't.

Chance was moving towards her, and she couldn't help but blush slightly. He was looking her up and down, and she felt anxious under his intense eyes, but she didn't make an effort to cover herself. His hands on her hips again, touching her soft skin made butterflies rise up in her stomach, and she sighed softly. Kenzie felt him backing her up against the wall, and she didn't fight him. Her hands, rested on his chest. She grasped his shirt, pulling on it slightly. She could see he was studying her lips, of course they had kissed before. But things were a little more heated this time. She leaned up, onto her toes, pulling him down to meet her as she pressed her lips to his, pulling him a little more into her body. Her back now firmly against the door. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she sure as hell didn't mind it.

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[chance christopher caine]

When they were in his room finally, he didn't waste much time and they both knew what was coming. Well he was guessing that they would kiss for a bit and maybe do a couple of other things but then she would stop him like she always did. A smile played at his lips as he watched her for a moment, his hands pulling her against him before he backed her up against the wall, pressing his body against hers firmly but gently. One of his hands went up to brush some of her hair away from her face and he was a bit surprised when she was the first one to kiss him. He definitely didn't protest though as his lips moved against her with a bit of hunger to them. He was definitely buzzed, not trashed by any means though. Just the right amount of drunk.

When he kissed her, she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him to her lips, his hands sliding underneath her shirt a bit more but still resting on her hips as he held her. As they continued to kiss, she pressed her body against his more firmly and he felt his temperature rise with desire, his kisses becoming more and more urgent as his need for her grew. He wanted to feel her skin against his. Breaking their kiss for a moment, he reached down and pulled his t shirt up and over his head before tossing it to the side, his muscular chest and abs clearly visible now. His lips went to hers again while both of his hands went to her ass. A sly smirk spread across his face for a brief moment before he picked her up, still keeping her back pressed against the wall for a moment longer before he carried her over to his bed and laid her down on it, holding his body up above her with his hands on either side of her.

Lowering himself closer to her, his bare chest brushed against her as his lips found hers again, caressing them for a moment longer before he moved down to her neck. A smile played across his lips as he kissed her neck, his breath hot. Moving back up to her lips, he kissed her again, the same hunger and passion still in his kiss while his hands went to her body, exploring her every curve once more though his touch was so light that he was almost teasing her, making her want him more and more.

[mahkenzie lee garland]

Kenzie let her lips move with his. She could feel the hunger in them, and knew he wanted for this to keep progressing. She had felt him brushing her hair aside, but her kiss, she thought it kind of caught him off guard. Normally, it was him making the first moves, and she just followed his lead. She felt his hands going a little more under her shirt, and she half expected him to pull it off, but he didn't. He just held her firmly against the wall. She had pressed herself more against him, and suddenly his kisses became more urgent, and more desire filled. She knew that this probably was going to keep going, and for once, she didn't think she minded. Worst case scenario they could be friends with benefits afterwards. Obviously, Kenzie wanted more than that, but Chance just wan't the type of guy who liked relationships. He liked to be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted to, so he stayed single. Smart.

Kenzie felt his lips pulling away from hers, and she studied him. Yearning for him to kiss her again. She watched as he pulled his shirt up, and tossed it away from them. Her eyes ran down over his muscles. God... it's like he's photoshopped. she sighed softly. She smiled as he locked his lips back up with hers. His hands were now getting more daring as they traveled to her ass. She could feel him smirking into the kiss as he lifted her up, and gracefully she wrapped her legs around him. Instantly she began cursing her choice of jeans because they were beginning to slide down and reveal her sexy choice of lingerie. Slightly embarassing she thought. Her back was still pressed against the wall, and her arms now wrapped loosely around his neck. She continued to kiss him feeling him moving towards the bed now.

Kenzie laid under him on the bed now. She felt his lips on hers, before he slowly ran his lips down to her neck. Kenzie tilted her head to side slightly, and moaned out ever so quietly in pleasure. She could feel goosebumps rising up on her skin as she laid beneath him, still in slight awe of his body. Kenzie sighed and leaned into his kiss, yet again she felt herself yearning for his hands on her body once more. And yet again, he gave it to her, his hands feeling every, well close to, inch of her body. She arched her back slightly, her hips now pressing against his. Course, she knew she had to stop him. For at least a second, anyways. Kenzie pulled back slightly, using her delicate hand to push him up off of her a bit. "Chance.. I, uh. I've never done this before." she spoked softly to him. Her eyes studying his facial expression. She knew that possibly she had just turned him completely off, but she just felt like she needed to tell him she would probably suck.

[chance christopher caine]

Chance's mind was in no place to be making tough decisions like the one had had in front of him at the moment. At the moment he pushed the decision aside, he still had time to decide even though he knew that the longer he waited, the harder the right decision would be to make. His eyes looked down at her for a moment before he kissed her once more, his hands sliding up underneath her shirt before pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the floor of his bedroom. Leaning back down to her, his lips found hers again before making their way down to her neck again and the he began to trail kissed down to her collarbone, going lower and lower. His lips trailed across the soft skin of her stomach as well before her voice caught his attention and she pushed him off of her just a bit so that he could look up at her. When she spoke, he knew what she was talking about and knew that he had to make the right choice here. His mind was fuzzy and it was hard to think straight thanks to the alcohol. Furrowing his brows a bit, he tried to figure out what he needed to do.

"Look Kenz. . . I don't think we should. . . do. . . this. . ." he spoke slowly, his voice soft as his eyes looked away from hers for a moment before he looked back up at her to see what her expression would say.

He felt his "other brain" yelling at him, telling him that he wanted to sleep with her tonight. And he did want to sleep with her, but not like this. Especially with it being her first time and all. He knew her well enough to know that she was waiting for the right guy before having sex and while he was flattered that he was the guy she wanted to lose it to, he didn't want it to be like this. He wanted her first time to be special and if he was going to be the one to do it then she at least deserved for him to be sober when it happened. Hell, she probably wasn't even sober and he didn't want her to regret her decision the next morning. And he wasn't sure if it was really her saying she wanted to do it or if it was the alcohol talking.

[mahkenzie lee garland]

Kenzie was not buzzed at all anymore. Everything had become rapidly clear the minute they had begun messing around in his room. She was enjoying every second of it, and no. Maybe this was not what she had expected of her first time. But it wasn't lacking anything either. God, where was she gonna find a more attractive man? She liked him, no she didn't really see them being much more than friends, but what could she say? He definitely knew how to get a girl hot and bothered, and that she was. She was enjoying everything about what he had been doing to her. Kenzie wasn't second guessing herself for once. She just, did what was coming to her. She wasn't thinking it was really that big of a deal, everyone did it right? She knew she had to at some point, and Chance was a lot better than some random, drunken, one night stand. At least he was semi sober.

Kenzie tensed up slightly as he pulled her shirt off exposing her skin to him. She now regretted her skimpy choice of see through hot pink lace for her bra. Course, if they were truly going to do this, he was going to be seeing a lot more than just her breasts. She smiled up at him as he kissed her once more, letting his lips roam of her tanned skin. She sighed softly under his kisses, the pleasure coursing through her. She figured it wouldn't be long before her jeans were goners too, but who knew. She had a distinct feeling that she probably should have just kept her mouth shut about the whole virgin thing, but she just, wanted him to know before they got too hot and heavy that he couldn't help himself if he didn't want to. She didn't want to make him do anything he didn't want to, but as far as she could tell, he wanted to.

Kenzie heard his words, and she couldn't help but show an utter look of disappointment on her face. "You realize it's not a big deal right? It's just fun, and innocent. I want to. But if you don't... then you don't I guess." So maybe her expression was a little hurt. He had been trying for months now to get her into his bed with a little more than kissing in mind, and finally he gets it, then decides he doesn't want it anymore. She figured this would happen, but she needed him to know that she did want it. Kenzie slid down a little so she could look him in the eyes. "Chance... I want to. No regrets." she spoke softly to him, showing him she was being one hundred percent honest with him. Kenzie let a single finger trace down over his abs, her fingers worked quickly, and gently undid the button of his pants. She just hoped he understood how badly she wanted him.

[chance christopher caine]

Chance still wasn't sure about everything that was happening between them. He knew that she wanted to and when she spoke, making it clear that it was really what she wanted, he glanced away, his mind trying to work through the alcohol buzz that was still clouding his mind a bit. Turning his light blue eyes to look back down at her, she seemed quite certain and when her hands reached down to his jeans and she started undoing them, he finally sighed and smiled at her before reaching down and slipping out of his jeans and kicking them to the floor.

Wrapping an arm around her back, he picked her up a bit and pulled the covers of his bed down before pulling them up over him and her a bit so they hung around his waist. His hands then went to her jeans and he undid them and tugged them off, a smile on his face as he tossed them out of the bed and onto the floor as well. His lips found hers once more and he lowered his body down a bit more so that her bare skin was pressed against his chest. His hips grinded against hers a bit teasingly and he pulled his lips away from hers for a moment before kissing her once more.

His hands slid up her back and he quickly and easily unclipped the snap that held her bra in place. Gently sliding the straps off her shoulders, he tossed it aside before pressing his bare chest against her now bare chest, enjoying the feeling of her skin and breasts against his body. His lips were on hers once more, leaving her lips once more and lowering to the soft skin of her neck.

[chance christopher caine]

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Once they were finished, she climbed off of him and he watched her head into the bathroom before getting dressed in her bra and underwear and climbing back into the bed beside him. He looked over at her and smiled before kissing her and then climbing out of bed and going to the bathroom as well. Coming back into the bedroom a few moments later, he had a pair of boxers on now and he climbed back into the bed beside, turning his body so he was facing her, his elbow propped up on the pillow. Resting his head in his hand, his light blue eyes gazed down at her, a smile playing at his lips. The alcohol was mostly out of his system now though there was still a slight buzz in his head but that didn't make much of a difference anymore.

"I hope your first time was close to what you hoped it would be." he said softly, glancing down before lifting his gaze to look at her once more. One side of his mouth raised as he smiled at her once more before he laid down on his back, the covers stopping at his waist. Putting his hands behind his head, he looked up at the ceiling for a moment before turning to look at her, waiting for her to say something.

He hoped that she wouldn't hate him tomorrow for what they had done. Sure she had wanted to do it and assured him that it was what she wanted but he still wasn't sure if she was just deciding it because she wanted to make him happy or if she just wanted to get her first time out of the way.