AN; Sticking to tradition, he's another sexy dilf. OH! I don't know how the actual night club LIV operates. All i said/ say about it's crowded-ness and such are my imaginative writings at work. Remember they are in the club and Phoebe has issued the ultimate challenge- dancing.

Mr. M gives me an evil smile before wrapping his hand around my waist and leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Ladies First." He's accepted the challenge and I walk off toward the stairs with him right behind me. I feel my hips swaying more because somehow I know he's looking and appreciating the view of my backside.

I want to dance because 1) I really want to and 2) I need to know if this man has moves.

We make it to the downstairs dance floor and he takes the lead maneuvering through the crowd. Once we're somewhere in the middle Mr. M grabs my waist and pulls me close to him. I like that he doesn't automatically assume that I want to start off twerking. With our bodies pressed together i decide to wrap my arms around his neck. My clutch is in my right hand so only my left has free range, it makes me a little upset but that's the life of a female. Mr. M seems to notice my dilemma so he takes my little clutch and slips it into his vest. The thing is so flat that it almost doesn't appear to be there. With both my hands free I gently slide my hands up Mr. M's muscular chest, he seems to appreciate this and he pulls me closer. I again wrap my arms around his neck but this time one of them is feeling his neck muscles and the other is buried in his thick grey hair. He lowers his head to my neck and starts to nibble on my ear. My head feels decidedly fuzzy from the way our bodies are moving together.

"You should stop that." My body is feeling hot and his hands haven't even left my waist. We are basically grinding on each other and it feels amazing- so naturally I want to stop.

"Why? Does this make you uncomfortable?" He starts to gently suck on my neck underneath my jaw which forces my head up.

"Yesss." It's said as a moan.

"A good uncomfortable or a bad uncomfortable?" He silences my next words as he starts kissing my neck like I did him earlier. I don't know what happened but all of a sudden I get mad.

I pull the back of his head hard and yank it back so that his eyes meet mine. Then I do the unthinkable- I kiss the man on the lips, his very VERY soft lips.

In my head I'm screaming, 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? THIS WAS NOT WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR! STOP SUCKING ON HIS BOTTOM LIP!' But my lips are having a grand ol' time.

Mr. M was shocked at first but he catches on pretty fast, soon we were making out heavy in the middle of the dance floor. His hands are roaming and so are mine. I turn around and slowly wiggle my back against his chest, my hips rocking against his. I can feel his chest rumbling and it turns me on more. I turn back to face him and we're making out again, we stay like this for a couple of songs. Then his hands reach my butt and I swear he was going to lift me up, but instead he breaks the kiss. I wrap my hands behind his head to bring him back but his next words stop me.

"You're drunk." He's right. But he's not.

"I'm tipsy. Not drunk. I've only had a couple of shots." I try for stern but my facial features betray me. I feel this deep need to keep kissing him and to maybe do more.

He doesn't say anything but he leads me off of the dance floor. I don't know if it's the people that keep bumping into me or not, but I really have to concentrate on my walking. Suddenly I look up and we're in front of Ross who's kissing on some girl who honestly looks bored. I'm pretty sure she's only up at our table with Ross because we're on the second floor.

"Black light!" I yell. Ross immediately jumps away from the girl. We have a secret language, 'black light' is like what forensic analysts do- spray around the area and use a UV black light to see a bunch of finger prints. This girl is way too used to guys kissing all over her.

As Mr. M and i sit in our seat, the girl rushes away.

"Are you sure Fee? She was really hot." Ross sounds like a child who didn't get the toy he wanted.

"Go talk to the bartender, she couldn't take her eyes off of you. And get me a bottle of water." I reach for my clutch and I panic slightly, where is my purse? Where the hell is my purse!? I try to stand up but I immediately fall back down, stupid table. Suddenly in my peripheral, I see my golden property holder in someones hand. I look up the hand to see it connected to a wrist, which is connected to an arm, which is connected to a muscular bicep, which is attached to this man! I know him! It's Mr. M! Why would Mr. M have my purse? Oh! We were "dancing." Yeah I'm drunk, but how the hell did it get this bad from only six shots of fireball? I grab a 20 from my purse, I look up and Ross is gone!

"He left, you took too long."

"I'm drunk." It's official.

Mr. M laughs and kisses my forehead, "I know."

"How.?" I'm feeling defiant so i put my hands on my hips and glare.

"You were kissing me. As much as I enjoyed it, I want you to kiss me sober- it means more if it's done that way."

Ross comes back and hands me the water, for some reason I can't open the damn thing. Mr. M takes it out of my hands and opens if for me. I give him a quick grin then I drink, some of it drips onto my blouse.

"Are you okay? You don't look too steady." Ross is staring at me. "On a positive note you were right! Me and the bartender-Meghan- are going to 'talk about common interests' when we go back to my place later on tonight."

"That's great!" I try to stand and I immediately fall down, stupid table. My water splashes all over me, I forgot the bottle was in my hand. Mr. M laughs and takes my drink.

"Phoebe needs to sleep this off, she will call you in the morning." Mr. M sounds so authoritative, like his word is law. Ross doesn't even seem to care, maybe because he won't have to worry about me now as he gets laid.

"PHOEBE is not going anywhere, SHE will stay right here." Since my best friend won't cause a fuss, I will.

"You can hardly sit up straight. Come." He motions his head to the exit. I cross my arms and pout. He sighs, "I'll let you order room service..." I instantly perk up and scramble out of the chair.

"I want queso! Blanco queso! and chips! Lots of chips." I stand up and my legs feel shaky. Mr. M reaches behind me and grabs my clutch. Oops. I almost left it behind.

"Okay, we'll get you some blanco queso. Say goodnight to Ross."

I turn around and wave goodbye. He returns my wave and i grab Mr. M's arm. It wasn't a cute gesture, it was more of a "I need a stable structure to lean on" type gesture. I made it down the stairs okay but as soon as we hit the bottom floor, my ankles started to feel rubbery. Damn these cute clearance heels. Mr. M firmly places his hands on my waist to keep me from falling. I lean on him as we wait for the valet to pull up in the car.

"Mmmmm. You feel good." I murmur to him. He chuckles but doesn't say anything. I turn and face him, then i rap my arms around his neck. "I'm serious." Then I pout-again.

"The car is here." And sure enough- it was. Wow! These people work fast.
Mr. M gets me into the car and i sigh in contentment. The only problem was my feet, they won't lay flat like they're supposed to! I look down and see that I STILL have my heels on. I take them off and then I feel better.

The next thing i know is that I'm being carried somewhere.

"Put me down." My voice is thick so I'm not even sure if my words are heard clearly.

"You fell asleep in my car and I couldn't wake you up. Not that I really tried but minimal effort was given."

The voice is deep, I want to keep hearing it but I drift off again....

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The next time I come around it feels like I'm in a bed, but not my bed-my bed isn't this soft or plush. There's something warm on my back so I try to move away from it only to be restricted somehow. I start groaning in frustration as i wiggle more.

"Shh shh, you're safe. Stop moving." says a voice is behind me.

I roll around and I realize that it was muscled arms that wouldn't let me go anywhere.

"Why are you in my bed?" I ask. Our faces are rather close, our noses are about two inches away.

He laughs. "You're actually in my bed but I don't mind sharing."

"Why am i so hot?" His statement goes right over my head.

"Maybe because you're still fully clothed?"

"Oh." I pop up from out of the bed. The alarm clock says 4:48. Is that morning time? I look out and it's pitch black outside. Yep, definitely morning. My brain is a little hazy but all I know is that it's too early and I need to go back to sleep.

"What are you doing?" I hear a voice say. I don't answer and keep minding my own business.

I start stripping off my hot clothes. I only sleep in my underwear and big shirts, but since I don't have a big shirt in my immediate area, I'll just sleep in my underwear. I jump back in my bed, burrow under the covers, making sure that my feet are covered. Then I close my eyes once more. During the night I feel this warm heating pad so i shuffle over to it, I feel toasty warm and then I'm dead to the world.

AN: MY Mr. M doesn't have a beard but YOUR Mr. M can have whatever you want.

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