Abigail's POV

　　Watching Jason and Kayla dance was about as fun as waxing my pubes with duct tape, but this pink punch made it better!

　　I leaned my head on Tommy's shoulder and looked up at him, waiting for his answer. My eyes drifted over his angular jaw, which seemed to be tense, his eyes filled with longing making me grin; following his line of sight, I nodded, realising who he was looking at like a lust-filled teenager. 

　　"Are you crushing on his girl?" I asked plainly, poking him in the ribs. To which he laughed, gripping my fingers tightly. "Ouchy!" I cried, pulling them away with a dramatic groan, "That hurt!" I lied, trying to grab a cup of the punch as a server walked passed with a tray. Holding it up to him in a cheer, I showed him my red finger and pouted as he tried to take my cup away.

　　 "It's medicinal!" I grinned quickly, downing it in three gulps. He was right; this stuff was potent, I don't remember the last time I felt, tipsy let alone drunk, and as my vision blurred around the edges, I noted that I was more drunk than merry. 

　　"NO MORE!" He laughed, grabbing my waist to hold me up. 

　　"Hmmm, ok but answer some of my questions, or I will find the sauce of that punch and drink it all." 

　　"That would kill you!" He laughs, rolling his eyes. 

　　"There are only three things on this planet that can kill me, actually." I bosted. "And I can assure you, it's not pink, sweet and tastes like heaven!" I grinned smugly.

　　"I don't know what's wrong with him.." He nodded towards Jason, who was heading this way with a face like thunder. "But that is not Jason! And no, I am not 'crushing' on Kayla!" He added with a wink, changing the subject quickly. Turning to look at the handsome face of Jason, I beamed, wanting to be in his arms, taking a shaky step toward him, holding my hands out to the side as if I was balancing on a tightrope.

　　"Fuck! How much has she had!" I heard Jason complain; looking up at him with amusement, I fluttered my lashes innocently. 

　　"You should try the punch; you will like it! It's pretty pink and tastes like heaven!" I beamed, making Jason's lip curl into a smirk. 

　　"If you're offering." He grinned mischievously, licking his lips as he looked at my crotch. 

　　"JASON! Noooo..." Scrunching my nose, I looked at him with my best stern look. "Plus, I don't taste like heaven; I taste like Damien's cum!" I giggled, grabbing a server's arm and pulling her to us. Tommy spat his drink out, clearly shocked; Jason facepalmed his large hand. Passing Tommy and Jason a drink before taking one for myself. 

　　"He wouldn't let me shower before I left!" I explained, turning to make a toast, only to have my cup quickly removed from my hand by Tommy. 

　　"Not a chance!" He laughed. "You have already had..."

　　"FIVE, I have had five; you can't leave me on an odd number. That's bad luck." I moaned, reaching up to grab the cup he held over his head, only to lose my footing; Jason's arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to his side. 

　　"Yeah, you're cut off." He laughed, draining his drink, handing Tommy the empty cup. A silent conversation obviously passed between them; squinting, I tried to focus on listening in.

　　"Abigail," Jason questioned with a shake of his head. "What are you doing?" 

　　"Trying to use my powers to listen in to your thoughts," I admitted honestly before shrugging. "But I think they are broken." I accepted with a pout, only to see Tommy had left. 

　　"Where has he gone?" I asked, looking up at Jason, who had somehow invaded all my personal space, a devious smile pulling to his lips. 

　　"You're very handsome." I grinned, running my hands up his chest as he held me tighter. "Do you wanna hear a secret?" I whispered; when his brow arched and he nodded, I grinned slowly. 

　　"I would like to have sex with you!" I confirmed with a nod; the deep laugh that left his throat took me by surprise. "Lots and lots of sex" I insisted, beaming merrily.

　　Without another word, Jason's hands tightened on my waist, lifting my feet off the ground, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Hitting his back with my pitiful fists. I yelped, feeling a hand smack my ass. 

　　"Stop wriggling, or I will drop you!" he commanded, ignoring him and his sexy voice; I continued to pound my fists into his back.

　　"I can't leave the party; it's my birthday!" I whined, biting down on his shoulder to get his attention and make him turn back. It clearly took him by surprise as he dropped me onto the long, lush grass. 

　　"Fuck! Did I hurt you?" He inhaled, dropping to the floor beside me, checking me over intensely. 

　　"Why are you going to kiss it better?" I teased, rolling my lip between my teeth.

　　"Careful, Princess." He warned darkly, but his eyes begged for me to continue; running my other hand up his arm to his shoulder, feeling his muscles, I smiled at him provocatively.

　　Saying nothing, I just stared up at him, at his handsome face, piercing green eyes and dark hair; leaning up, I ran my fingertips gently over the curve of his strong jaw, my stomach clenched, feeling him shift to sit beside me on the fluffy grass.

　　"I'd like to lick these muscles," I admitted ignoring him. "Like seriously, I would like to start here," I stated boldly, the alcohol clearly boosting my confidence enough to put a voice to my desires. Tracing my fingers down his neck, I ran a path down his throat, over his collarbone to his nipple, which, even through the tight fabric of his shirt, I could feel respond to me. "I'd bite these!" I blushed, seeing his eyes blacken.

　　Trailing my hand lower across his torso, I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth to stifle a moan I knew I shouldn't make.

　　"Do you want to know what I would like to do to you, Princess?" Clenching my thighs together, I nodded, my eyes lighting up like sauces seeing him shift in the grass, lying on his side, his fingers exploring my collarbone suggestively. 

　　"Words Princess!" He commanded; my eyes shot to his in surprise, feeling his thumb outline the bottom lip I was sucking on.

　　"Yes," I breathed, watching his tongue dart to wet his lips. "But I want you to use your lips to show me!" I countered, trying to mimic the same commanding tone he had just used on me. To my surprise, he grinned, nodding, evidently approving my request. 

　　His lips slowly hovered over mine, his tongue tracing the curves of my lips. "I'd kiss these!" He whispered, his lips trailing over my jaw and down my throat, arching my body up to his as luscious sensations of pleasure rippled through my body. His fingers pulled the tie-string straps on my dress, unlacing them as his lips licked over my collarbone to the where my breasts bounced free of the fabric, exposing them to him and the cold early evening air. 

　　"I would worship these." He purred huskily, with lavish licks to my now pebbled nipples; he groaned dangerously; I could hear Archer in the depths of his throat; I should be scared or at least feel guilty, but I don't! I feel.. alive!

　　"And here... What would you do here?" I asked, letting my legs fall apart, my dress pooling around my waist, reminding him with a sly smile that I was not wearing any panties!