Drive: Part 4

She knew Olly wanted to say something, but couldn't get it into words. She hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable, she simply had a bluntness about her that sometimes got the best of her. She raised her glass, finished off the liquor, and set it on the coffee table.
Stalling until he could find the right words, Olly did the same. After he set his glass next to Audrey's, he began to pour himself another. Looking to her she motioned she too would like a refill. Olly splashed her glass, and Audrey fished two more cubes out of the ice bucket.
"You know," she started, "we could make a game of it." She took another sip of her freshened drink.

They were sitting side by side on the couch now. Both staring forward contemplating what to say next. Olly leaning forward, one arm across his knees, the other holding the glass of whiskey near his mouth. He turned to her trying to read her face. She turned to face his gaze, and said "Why not? I mean, we know the physical attraction is there, we know we both like each other so far. Why not just, keep getting to know one another for now, and see how long we can go before we.. before we can't any longer."

She was serious. That was fine with Olly. It was her idea so at least he knew she also wanted what he wanted. After pondering for a moment, Olly responded "If it's a game, there can only be one winner, and the way I see this, neither of us will lose." He had that devious smile again.
Audrey smiled. She took another swig of her drink and set the glass down. She stood up in front of Olly, took his drink out of his hand as he looked up at her and set it on the table near hers. She climbed on top of him and sat on his lap. He leaned back against the couch, as she settled in on him. She took his hands in hers, and set them atop her thighs. She was just about to speak when Olly said "You are going to make this difficult, aren't you?" with a grin on his face.
"I propose we lay some ground rules." she said as she wrapped her arms around Olly's neck. He looked at her waiting for what was coming next.

"How about, we can tease each other all we want, and the person who finally can't take it anymore and cries uncle first, loses." Audrey said. The look on her face made Olly think he would lose for sure. She began to run her fingers through his hair, soft at first and then with a heavier hand. She was already winning. Olly closed his eyes. Concentrate, he thought to himself. Afraid he may reveal just how much he wanted her. He gently squeezed his hands on her thighs, amazed they were still where she had put them. He could feel her warm skin on him, two thin layers of fabric were all that kept them apart.

Eyes still close, still laying back, he said "So what does the winner win...well, besides the obvious." He was almost gritting his teeth behind his smile, trying hard to think of other things than the beautiful woman on his lap. Breathe, just breathe he thought to himself.
"Wellllll," she started, as she sat up and adjusted herself, scooting closer down his lap to his body. Her breasts almost touching his chest. "The loser could give the winner a bubble bath in that huge tub you have up there."

"Do there have to be bubbles??" Olly asked. Audrey nodded much like a child would, "Mmm hmmm!" she hummed matter-of-factly.
Olly sighed, and finally said "I think I need another drink.". Audrey turned to get it off the table, and Olly opened his eyes and lifted his head as she placed it in his hand. He downed the contents of the glass, and set it down on the table. As soon as he set it down he scooped Audrey up in his arms and swung her over, onto the couch. She squealed with surprise, and giggled as if being tickled. Olly was on top of her, looking down at her smiling face, he was smiling as well. "All's fair..." he said with a smile, as he buried his face his her neck and began kissing her. He had never been one to make the first move, never the dominant one. This was new to him, and he was enjoying it.

He felt Audrey's arms wrap around his shoulders, firmly grasping at his shirt, playfully pulling it. Her legs wrapped around him as well, she clung to him. He wasn't sure who was playing who right now, but he didn't really care.
He kissed his way from her neck to her cheek. He pulled away and stared into her eyes. He was so intense and she matched his gaze, still smiling and laughing. He smiled back at her, kissed her passionately, and pushed himself up off the couch.

He watched as the look of suprise swept across her face. It read 'thats it?'.
"What? You thought you were the only one could be a tease?" he said with a note of playfulness in his voice and a million dollar smile.
She laughed "No, I just didn't know you'd be so effective at it..." she replied with a smile that made him wish he hadn't stopped.

The whiskey had definately brought both of them out of their shells more then either had anticipated. Olly poured himself one last drink, and disappeared down the hall with it. Audrey sat up, poured her self another as well, capped the bottle, and took it into the kitchen to be put back on the shelf. Perhaps they would enjoy it's flavor again tomorrow.
As she made her way back to the living room, Olly came around the corner with his drink, half finished.

They both sat on the couch, sipping the last of their whiskey, and winding down. Finally, after both had finished, Olly stood up, and offered his hand to Audrey. She took it and he lifted her up off the couch as if she weighed less than a feather. She was officially buzzed.
He led her upstairs, turning off the stereo and lights as he did.
When they came upon the door to his childhood bedroom, Olly turned around and leaned against the door jamb, he smiled at Audrey and said "Well, this is your stop. I'm just down the hall if you need anything."
"I think I'll be okay." she replied, then she hiccuped.
They both laughed, and Olly leaned in and gave Audrey a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight" he said softly as he turned and continued down the hall.

Audrey waited until he had entered his room and closed the door before she herself tucked inside the guest room door. She closed it behind her, and leaned on the door, floating from the unexpected delight of the evening. After a few moments, she made her way to the bed. She sat on the edge, and looked at the photographs on the nightstand, Olly as a teenager with his parents. She looked at the clock, 3:14am, she hadn't been up this late in years.
After she slipped under the covers, turned off the light and settled in, she decided she would call Darren in the morning (or afternoon), and fill him in when she had a free moment, just to let him know she was safe.

She closed her eyes, and smiled. She was happy, she was thrilled. For the first time in a long time, she looked forward to the day ahead. She wondered what they would do tomorrow, and mid thought, she fell asleep.
Olly's turn at sleep was much different. He wanted sleep, sure. But there was a goegeous woman in his bed mere steps from him. He laid awake listening, hoping, almost praying, that he would hear her call to him in the night. What would his parents say? He wondered. He knew. He knew his parents would have loved her too. His dad would have been his usual flirting old man self, and his mother would have hugged her almost to death by now. Olly finally realized that she was probably asleep by now, and he himself should do the same. He had no idea what they would do tomorrow, but whatever it would be, he wanted to be well rested. Olly turned off his mind, closed his eyes, and let his dreams take him where his body had not earlier in the evening.