R.E.M

Nodding his head but not listening to a damn thing being said to him in his ear right now. The only thing he could focus on was you. The two of you had been at this party for a good few hours now, just enjoying a night out on a Friday knowing no work or anything had to get done the next day.

The weather was nice. A good 80 degrees outside. Not too hot or cold. Just enough for you to still dress up and pop out with your man who always enjoyed the occasion of showing off his girl to everyone else knowing nobody compared.

Red cup in hand, Chris took a small sip of what was in his cup. The same cup he's been sipping on since the two of you arrived knowing he was the driver anyways and didn't want to get too fucked up.

And by the looks of you, that was a good decision.

"Yo' ass not even listening, nigga." His friend sucked his teeth waving Chris off realizing that everything he said to him was going through one ear and out the other.

"Nah, I heard you," Lie. "I just see some shit I'm not fucking with right now." He spoke while squinting his eyes. You and your girls was in a different part of the same section, not by him but where he could still see you, with your hands raised occupied by shot glasses getting ready to take back what was about to be the 10th shot of Casamigos of the night.

He told you to have fun tonight but make sure not to get too fucked up because he knows how you get. But it seemed like everything he said, you went fuck whatever he talking about and went ahead to get drunk with your friends anyways.

Sucking his teeth, he stood up from his spot and pushed his way through everyone else in the section making his way to you. Rich Baby Daddy by Drake started playing throughout the club. Shaking his head, you and two of your friends immediately got up and started twerking knowing that this and any other song from Sexyy Red was going to get you turnt immediately.

"What Sexyy say!?" You shouted getting ready to twerk on your friend just as the chorus started again.

"To sit yo' ass down." Chris spoke over the music as loud as possible catching you off guard. Your eyes immediately brightened seeing your man for the first time in a minute since you two got here. Staggering a bit, your arms wrapped around his neck and he could immediately smell your perfume and a bit of alcohol leaving your body but he didn't mind it.

"Hi, baby." You smile seductively, eyes low which made him laugh lowly. His hand on your back, Chris licked his lips looking down at you. "I missed you,"

"You shaking ya' ass like that ain't seem like it."

You chuckled and smiled, "Take a shot with me.", you started to say while picking up another shot glass which immediately got taken from you thanks to Chris who just placed the shot back down on the table. You frowned about to say something only for your friend to beat you to it.

"Aw, don't be a party pooper, Christopher."

"Yeah, aight." He snickered making sure to have a good grip on you. "How all y'all drunk and y'all showed up together? Who the designated driver?" Your friends pointed at one of the girls who just took down a shot of Hennessy. Her face scrunched up seeing everybody now looking at her making Chris laugh.

"What?!" She questioned clearly slurring causing him to shake his head.

"Y'all a mess," He chuckled before looking at you, "You too. Didn't I tell yo' ass not to get fucked up tonight and watch your liquor?" He scolded speaking lowly to you and you smirked kissing his cheek.

Him thinking he's checking you for what you two agreed on but was really turning you on.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You smiled innocently at him making him lick his lips and kiss you softly, tasting the alcohol and your lip gloss on your lips now on his. Your hand raised to his lips and wiped the lip gloss that was on it.

"Chris, how you gone bring her out and not let my girl get fucked up?" Your best friend shouted with a slur following behind it which made him not take her seriously.

"Yeah, aight. Is y'all takin' care of her tonight or me?"

"Don't make me sound like a burden," You scolded scrunching your face up making him snicker.

"Baby, be quiet." He told you and turned back to your drunken friends. "Y'all better get home safe, aight." Not waiting for a response, hand holding yours, he dragged you through the section with him going back to where his friends were but you were slowing him down from the little staggering going on.

"You heading out my nigga?" His friend questioned while dapping him up and he nodded going around his friends saying bye.

"Yeah, I gotta make sure she good."

"Aight, you know my line," Saying his goodbyes one last time, he led you out of the club where the second outside air hit you. Your hand dropped from his and you stopped walking leaning against a wall and started to undo your shoes. Chris who had stopped walking immediately realizing you weren't by him, turned around and let out a deep breath.

"What is you doing?"

"My feet hurt." You whined taking off your heels and he sighed with a chuckle. Walking over to you, you thought he was going to pick up your heels for you but he, instead, picked you up and carried you in his arms bridal style making you giggle as he walked to his car.

"Fuck is so funny?"

"This is fun," You told him making him shake his head. Reaching his car, he opened the passenger door and sat you down while putting your seatbelt on before going around to the driver side and getting in. He immediately started his car up and exiting the parking lot of the club making his way home. "Are you taking me home?"

Glancing over at you quickly and removing one hand from the steering wheel and placing it on your thigh, "We going back to mine," He whispered making you smile. You hummed and just continued to look out the window feeling your eyes get heavy. The alcohol still lingering in your body mixed with a feeling of sleepiness which he already knew was going to happen.

The hum of the car and the smoothness of the drive back to his was enough to put you to sleep. His hand in your thigh brought enough comfort as possible.

The short ride came to a stop and the feeling of the car stopping woke you up from your quick nap. He got out and walked to your side opening the door allowing you to lean on him as he helped you out and into his place where the familiar smell of his scent washed over you.

His hand locked with yours as he led you to his bedroom and you immediately let out a satisfied sigh at the sight of a bed. Chris smirked and shook his head at the fact that he knew you like the back of his hand. It was either you get too tired from drinking or you get too horny.

Luckily for him, you took it easy on him tonight.

Now him being drunk, this would've been an entire different story.

Literally.

Helping you sit down, his hands went for your jeans and undid them sliding them off along with your underwear which made you a giggle feeling yourself be exposed to him.

"What's up with you and all this laughing?" He eyed you while helping you out your top as well.

"We're so comfortable with each other," You smiled, hand going to his face then neck caressing his tattooed neck. "I love that...I love you," He caught where you was going with this which made him snicker and remove your hand from his neck before leaning up and kissing your lips repeatedly. Pulling away, he kissed your cheek while standing up and gathering your clothes.

"Chill out, man."

"Why?"

"You know why," He told you as a warning while walking to his closet, placing your clothes in the hamper, and grabbing his own shirt and boxers for you to sleep in.

Walking back into his bedroom with the time hitting three am and the sight of you damn near half asleep making him smile to himself while going back to his bed where you were and taking a seat on it by you. "Baby," He spoke softly while gently shoving your body and you hummed but didn't wake up fully which only made him chuckle before doing it again. "Mamas, wake up,"

"Hm,"

"Sit up, baby." He ushered and you did as told as he pulled his shirt over you. He knew he wouldn't be able to get his boxers on you so he didn't even try and just laid you back down, pulling the covers over your body. Getting himself comfortable, he got into the bed next you and the feeling of his body next to yours made you more comfortable even half asleep and drunk.

His tattooed arms wrapped around your body and pulled you closer becoming skin to skin. "You're so...boyfriend,"

That made him laugh and the vibration from his body went through your own. "What does that even mean? I am your man."

"You treat me good," You mumbled into his arm making him chuckle.

"Somebody got to, right?" He asked back and you hummed. "Nah, I want to. I love being with you and taken care of you during these little drunk nights because ain't nobody else finna put up with your bullshit but me,"

"Oh, see." You said with a groggy voice as he snickered.

"I'm fucking with you. I love you, mama, with or without your bullshit,"