[He'll be just as happy if he can get her to come now, in the back seat of the cab. She's fucking hot when she comes, and her breasts are warm and lush against his cupped hands, and she writhes on his lap, against her own fingers as the cabbie speeds (he can see the buildings going by fucking quickly between the stoplights) to their building. Uh, yeah. He yanks his hands from Rachel's body and fumbles for his wallet while Rachel gathers herself, paying the cabbie and hooking an arm tightly around her waist as soon as his feet find the sidewalk.] Home. [He agrees. He's completely sober and she's wasted, and this is yet another time where he's fucking thankful that he insisted that they draw up that drunk contract. He's made use of it more times than he can count, because his girl can't hold her liquor. She won't leave him any messes to clean up in the morning, but she'll probably wake up with a killer hangover, and he might end up carrying her up the stairs.]
[Actually, he reaches the door to their building; once they both step inside, he bends down, grinning.] Up. Piggyback ride. Stay the fuck on, I'm gonna carry you.
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Date: 2011-11-24 05:48 am (UTC)[Actually, he reaches the door to their building; once they both step inside, he bends down, grinning.] Up. Piggyback ride. Stay the fuck on, I'm gonna carry you.