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• Fingers flexing on your glass as the ice clinks against the sides, you take his words to mean he doesn’t need liquid courage for this. You’re not really sure what’s in the drink two of your friends had fixed for you, only that they’d called it an Incredible Hulk. Staring at the vibrant color, you take a drink and almost choke, coughing. Can feel the weight of his stare, his amusement as the stuff burns all the way down and you make yourself take another swallow. “Am I really so intimidating?” He purrs the question and you’d never thought you had a thing for voices, but when it’s his? When he whispers things in that deep rumble of his, a whole other type of heat lifts through you. Are you really doing this? ‘Yeah,’ you admit, flushing because you hadn’t meant to say that.

• “Finish your drink then,” he says with a soft laugh, amused at how candid that answer was. ‘You’re drinking, too,’ you mutter to make his lips twitch as he tips up his engex without answering. And he watches you make a face, downing your drink and leaning to reach for the next one as you shudder. “Slow down. We have all night.” Isn’t sure how that stuff will affect you, but he wants you aware. For you to feel every touch and be in the moment. Even if you’d insisted you needed it. That this was a party and it would take the edge off. “Come here,” he growls, pouring himself more engex and he clears his vents when you stand, clutching your glass of that green, shimmery stuff.

• You’re already pleasantly warm despite the taste and burn of the stuff lingering. Feel light as you cross the floor and climb into the mass displaced mech’s lap to straddle him, taking some satisfaction in seeing his optics flare behind his mask like you surprised him. Emboldened, you take a drink, the burn becoming welcome now. Making you feel certain and sexy in a way that’s powerful. “Tell me what you want,” he says, that purr in his voice spilling into you as he reaches up and removes his mask. Shocking you this time as one of his big hands rests on your hip and you stare at his handsome face for the first time. ‘You,’ you whisper, the alcohol a pleasant hum as you lean up to brush your mouth against his chin and you feel when his spike releases to pressurize between your bodies. ‘I want to go to sleep in your arms. Wake up with you every day.’ Moving to rock yourself against him, you shiver when he rumbles. Taking another long swallow, you shudder and his servos pluck the glass from your hand, setting it aside as those red optics study you.