Mary Goore
You're almost surprised when she calls out their name. You knew Mary. Hell, you know their band and had even joined them for a tour, helping move equipment.
Your heart raced as you watched him sit up, a mischievous grin on his face. They said goodbye to their bandmates and sauntered over to you, playfully taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, lightly kissing your knuckles.
"Shall we?" You hold his hand, following him to the storage closet. Mary's always been a flirt, especially to you. You wrote it off as harmless, friendly fun in the past but now that you're alone with them, in such a small, cramped room, you can't help but feel anxious. Your heart refused to slow down as the door shut, engulfing you both in darkness, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks when Mary's breath wafted against your skin. He smells like the bar and cigarettes. That's not too surprising since you're sure their shift had just ended before they came to the party. What was surprising was the hint of cologne. It wasn't strong and you can only assume they put it on to try and mask the smell of alcohol. In fact, if you remembered correctly, this was the same cologne DD wore.
"Sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?" Mary's soft voice cuts through the silence, pulling you out of your thoughts. You notice how he shuffles back, letting out a soft grunt when you hear the unmistakable sound of him bumping into the metal shelves.
"It's okay," The words tumble out of your mouth and while you would never verbally admit it, you miss them being so close to you. "I just... didn't think we would get paired."
"Is that a bad thing?" Mary's voice is playful but there's an underlying sound of hurt to it. Of course it's not a bad thing. You had liked him ever since you met him.
"Of course it's not. I was worried I would get paired with someone I didn't like," you explain. Even though it's dark in the storage room, you can practically see the grin that spreads across their face.
"Well, I've never played this before," he tells you, taking his time to explain, like he's worried about pushing any potential boundaries. "but I've heard what happens in here. Is that... something you'd be interested in?"
You hesitate, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You give a shy nod, only to stammer out a verbal response when you remember Mary can't see in the darkness. "Y-yeah. I am."
It takes a few seconds but you feel lithe fingers on you, a hand cupping your cheek as the other gently holds onto your shoulder as you're pulled in. Their plush and chapped lips brush against yours, almost hesitant, and you lean in further, kissing him fully. Their hands stay where they are and you move yours to gently cup their face as well, feeling the prickle of stubble beneath your touch.
The kiss isn't what most people would expect from a punk like Mary. It's not hungry or aggressive. There's no knocking of teeth or their tongue shoving past your lips to get inside your mouth. In fact, the kiss is slow and gentle, both of you taking this time to get used to each other. You're surprised with how sweet Mary is being. Even when his arm circles your waist and pulls you closer, he leaves some room between you two so you're not pressed against him. You take initiative and press your body against theirs, feeling the warmth of their body against yours.
When the door opens and light floods in, Mary is reluctant to pull away, their signature scowl cementing itself on his face.
"Times up." Of course it is. Surprisingly, Mary keeps a firm hold on your hand, pushing past the woman and escorting you back over to his bandmates. They just give you a smile, softly greeting you as you take a seat in Mary's lap, feeling their arms embrace you. They're still being gentle but it's clear you won't be leaving their side anytime soon.
