Blissfully Silent.

This is Wrong

You could not process on what had just happen moments ago, The Ampora had been starring into your (e/c) eyes with his own bright, vivid eyes. "Wwhale?.." he finally questioned, breaking the little trance you were in. Raising a brow with confusion, you shrugged. "Well what?" You squeaked, easing against both the wall, and the drunken sea dweller that lay pressed against your body. He grunted and rolled his eyes beneath his thick framed glasses. "The fuckin kiss, you loww blood gulf. Did. Ya. Enjoy. It?"

You felt anger tinge as he broke down the Damn question. Like you were an idiot of some sort. "Besides the fact that you taste and reek of whiskey-" you pointed out, crossing your arms and glaring at the wannabe hipster, "Yes, it was kinda enjoyable." Eridan seemingly grew with confidence. Leaning close, he pressed a few teasing kisses against your jaw line, only to stop and speak between each little kiss. "Whale..I suppose I can offer-" "somefin better then wweak kisses". You had tensed, but eased against his lips. His touch. His scent. Everything was drawing you in, like a fish caught in a net. "Your party- wwhen did ya stop starrin'?" He whispered against your neck, searching for your sweet spot, he wanted to find, while you prayed he never would. " what? Starring? I wasn't starring- well, all that much.."

The party had flashed back in small scenes, You walking with your best friend, (wich ever troll/human you prefer. ) when the Ampora strolled by, purposely bumping into you.  Dancing with others, laughing,..shots, bottle upon bottle, drunk bodies, and horny people..where did Eridan come in...

Your thought was finally broke when the Ampora's sharp teeth had finally grazed your sweet spot. He smirked when you gasped with both shock and an almost strange sense of pleasure. Bingo, he finally found it. His hands moved to your hips, thumps slipped through the belts loops as he leaned into you. Biting down, and causing a moan to press free from your pursed lips. You could feel him quiver at your sounds, running his tongue teasingly over the bite. You wouldn't want anything- actually, you wanted this so badly. But- when he isn't drunk. When he'll remember this. Every sound. Every moment with you. "Eridan..Eridan stop. We can't do this..not n-now." You said, trying to gain control of yourself, pulling away from his seductive being. "Noww is a perfect time (f/n)..and I'm not stoppin' till your screamin'.." he replied, biting down hard once again, hands squeezing your hips. Nails slightly digging into your flesh.

A louder moan surprised both of you. You could feel your self slipping into his lust, wanting him. Needing him. " F-Fuck- Eridan, st-stop! Seriously, not now.." he didn't listen, and continue to press butted and nips against your neck and jaw line. You weren't going to really beat this..fine..