(Um...so I'm not sorry for this.)

Rachael's Playlist (7/?)

Rachael giggled as she danced around drunkenly with her friends, throwing a massive party while no one else was home. Though it was starting to die down this late into the night the core eight were still going at it along with a handful of strays.

Harry put his arm around her to keep her from falling over herself. "Dance with me?"

"We are dancing." Rachael says, bouncing out of his grip.

"No, not like this." Harry wrapping his arms around her from behind, rubbing himself against her.

Rachael ignored him Peter catching her eye instead watching him as he weaved through the crowd to leave the main room. "Is he okay?"

Harry looked around to see what she was looking at. "Yeah, he's just fucked up."

"I'm gonna go check..." Rachael says pushing him off of her, though her intentions weren't as innocent as they seemed.

"Hey come on, let him go. We've got more dancing to do." Harry says beginning to realize how distant she's been to him lately, but continued to try and reel her back in when he could. It was becoming clearer their relationship was coming to an end, well the first end.

"Next song. I'll find you, okay?" Rachael says.

"You might not...I was thinking later-" Harry tries to keep her from going.

"Harry, I'm looking at later." She says walking away from him heading in the direction Peter had went. "But let's make later sooner..."

Harry sighs running his hands through his hair not knowing what to do.

Rachael found Peter heading towards the kitchen through the hallway that lead towards the bedrooms instead of forcing his way through the crowd. "Peter!"

He turned towards the younger, stumbling girl approaching him. "What are you doing?"

"Finding you." Rachael answers falling into him "accidentally".

"I was only gone for a minute at most there was no need to find me." Peter says catching her, stumbling back with her a bit towards the wall.

"A minute can crawl by when you have something you want real bad. I spent the whole party just waiting for us to be alone. But then, you must've known." Rachael says seductively playing with the collar of his shirt. "Or perhaps you haven't noticed how I stare. Are you scared?"

"W-why should I be frightened?" Peter asks looking at her nervously. His anxiety only grew observing her drunken state and her choice of clothing.

"I don't know...But still I can see it in your eyes." She says looking directly at him. "You're not surprised."

"At what?" Peter asks his eyes widening, as she sang her siren song.

"That I want to kiss you. I've wanted to kiss you for so long." Rachael says leaning in.

He pushed her away gently, but not enough to deter her on her mission. "You're waisted and this is wrong."

"But why?" Rachael pouts, moving her hands to try to unbutton his shirt.

"It could wreck friendships." Peter says pulling her hands away, but they just moved to his waist. His attention was draw down to her cleavage that was in full view now that she'd moved her arms. He hadn't noticed it before.

"I don't know...I think you're intrigued." Rachael smiles flirtily.

"And why's that?" Peter asks glancing up at her eyes for a second before looking down again.

"I see what you're staring at..." Rachael says watching him look away from her entirely. "Could that be some life stirring in your jeans? How obscene!"

She moved her hands down to the zipper of his pants, he pushed her hands off of him, trying to step away backing himself into the wall. "So how 'bout that French kiss- French test!?" Peter says trying to change the subject.

"Voulez-vous coucher...Oh, what's the rest?" Rachael asks smirking, she loved French. Though only when it was dirty.

"Avec moi, I think it goes." Peter answers blushing at what she asked.

"It could. It's been quite a day." Rachael says leaning closer to him.

"Did you do anything good?" Peter asks getting ignored.

"You do know that I'm misunderstood." Rachael says.

"Look at the stars did you make a wish." Peter says looking out the nearby windows to avoid looking at her.

"Oh yes. Sit tight and I'll whisper it in your ear." Rachael replies turning him to the side, pushing him down to sit on the decorative hallway table, knocking the displayed items off of it. She climbed onto his lap, leaning in towards his ear, whispering her thoughts to him.

"I don't think that's legal here." Peter says almost coughing at her vulgarity.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" Rachael asks leaning in close to him.

He had to admit she made a pretty good case he couldn't just pass it up. "I want to kiss you."

"Don't you want me just like I want you? Please grant a girl her wish." Rachael smiles placing her hands on his chest and arching her back.

"Okay, one kiss..." Peter nods, letting her lead the kiss having never done this with a girl before. It definitely didn't end up being just one kiss it was many, many more than that. When things started to escalate and she began to move them along he panicked. This wasn't how he wanted this to go. Not getting in the way of a relationship, at a party, with a very drunk girl he wasn't even sure would remember this in the morning. "I said one, this is too much."

"The foreplay always sucks you'll change your mind if you just let go." Rachael says in between actions.

"No, I mean it. This blows." Peter says pushing her away from him carefully.

"Well not yet." Rachael winks.

"I'm being serious when I say I can't do this. Not like this, not for the first time." Peter says getting off the table and fixing his clothes

"Oh..." Rachael nods. "I'm sorry. I just thought-"

"No It's was my fault. Now run back to you're boyfriend before he gets suspicious." Peter says waving her off.

"Okay...I'll go." Rachael sighs softly it finally hitting her how hard she messed up.