Girl you're beautiful, you're about near perfect. But I bet somebody's already told you that.
Apollo bit his lip, there’s no way she’d want to hear that after all that had happened. Walking up to her he smiles and wraps an arm around her waist and leaning in he whispers in her ear, “Hey Rory, you know you’re absolutely gorgeous – perfect even. I-I know you don’t want to talk about this after what happened between you and Jay but…” She looked away, clearly not interested in what he had to say.
Name your poison - name your passion, because a boy like me just couldn't help but ask.
He continued to watch her; she was so disinterested with everything now, almost lifeless. Pulling her back towards him, he looks into her deep blue eyes – “Come on now Rory, please. Don’t close yourself off like this, talk to me at least. So, what are you attracted to? What do you like to do?”
Keep on talking to me baby; I'm hanging on your every word.
There was no way that she could like him, what just happened between her and Jay- it wouldn’t be right to like him. But he was so sweet, so kind and she wanted to tell him. For whatever reason, she wanted to tell him everything.
Keep those drinks a coming maybe; we'll both get what we deserve.
The bartender passed down two more drinks – the two of them knew that they shouldn’t be doing this, that there was some reason that they couldn’t but it was slowly leaving their resolve and more willing to give in to what they both needed at this point. Comfort.
How about baby we make a promise, to not promise anything more than one night.
Looking at the blond unthinkingly she pulls him in and kisses him passionately, not caring that alarms were sounding the in back of her mind. All she wanted was someone to hold her, tell her it was okay and right now Apollo was more than willing to provide it.
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light. Hey I'm just looking for a good time.
Apollo’s eyes widened, Rory was kissing him – out of nowhere she was kissing him. Having been so long since having the feeling of someone’s lips on his he kissed her back, not caring she was his brother’s ex-fiancée or his ex-girlfriends best friend she was there and she was kissing him and right now, that was all that mattered. Ushering the two of them towards the door to the run down bar he leads them back to her apartment.
Go ahead and lie to me and pull me close, tell me that you love me even if you don't.
Getting back to her apartment she wraps her arms tightly around him and pulled him into another kiss, she missed this – the feeling of someone holding her like this. Pulling away from the kiss she blurts out, “Apollo, I love you.”
The rule is don't you ever even talk about forever, but you never say never in life.
His eyes widen – Rory’s lying and they both know it, but somehow he doesn’t care – he hasn’t been touched like this and Rory knew what she was doing. Continuing with the kiss they find themselves in the spare bedroom and his eyes soften and he pulls away and looks at her – how could they do this? Rory wasn’t even willing to go into her own bedroom and the two of them were going to have sex?
How about baby we make a promise, to not promise anything more than one night.
Rory scowls at the look Apollo’s giving her – “Apollo, its one night. You’re lonely – I’m lonely. We’re just going to have sex, no strings attached. I know you want this as much as I do, now stop looking at me like that and just fuck me.” Maybe if she wasn’t as drunk or lonely she would feel bad, but right now – she wanted nothing more to feel his skin on hers and pulled him into another kiss.
Complicated situations only get worse in the morning light. Hey I'm just looking for a good time.
Apollo looked at her again, the light blush dusting her cheeks and the scowl on her face made him hot, whether he wanted to admit it or not and she was willing… They were both drunk though – come morning besides having the worst hangovers of their lives they were going to feel awful but as she kissed him again his morals left him and he kissed her back. Shoving her onto the bed he expected her to pull away, to blush as Willow did so many times before – but she didn’t she merely pulled his shirt up and continued on. He smirked – it was going to be a long night and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.
Hey I'm just looking for a good time.
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