HELL ON HEELS - PORTER

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

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AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Giggling, she stumbled up the stairs and gave a ditzy wave to the doorman. Her body collided with one of the pillars in the lobby and she snorted in response. Her friends, the smart ones they were, dropped her off right outside her apartment and now it was up to Charlotte Hirth to stumble up into her penthouse. Considering she was talking to the post she had bumped into seconds before, it allowed everyone around her to be slightly worried for her sanity. But one wiff would allow people to understand that for the first time in three years, Charlotte was completely and utterly wasted. There was no part of the brunette that was sober and had any idea what she was doing with the people, or objects, around her. The very caring doormen pride her tight grip away from the post and led her to the elevator, mentioning something about ice cream. Or, well, something along those lines. And Charlotte ended up in the elevator; the top button pressed a couple of times before she sat down. The carpet tickled her legs, but she looked around and giggled at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was coming out of the updo it had been in, the crown tilted, and her make-up was slightly runny. But the alcohol was allowing her to be numb. And she took a sip of whatever was in her flask.

Biting her bottom lip, she finished whatever was in her flask before letting out a wail and throwing the silver flask across the small elevator. It hit the wall with a small thud and she threw her shoes at the wall moments after. Stretching out, she put her head down on the ground and watched as the numbers slowly went up. The door opened on a floor that was not hers, and an older couple looked in on her. ”You two look like Snape and McGonagall from Hogwarts. Get it in!” she screeched, before bursting into laughter as the doors closed. She kept laughing and laughing at the thought of Hogwart’s professors getting dirty in the supply closet. Her laughter dimmed as she took out her cell phone and began to text Porter that she was on her way up. It went something like this:

Porter,
I wubfsd ywduo anud ocmigf pu ownuds. Havdewrfds sersdccx wifeseth mesfds

Her mind couldn’t even process what she was typing, but with a crackle, she placed her phone back into her clutch and fell back into the elevator. An echo binged again and Charlotte sat up as she saw a familiar room. Giggling, she crawled out of the elevator and snuck in, ignoring her shoes and flask. Giggling, she stood up and fell into the table by the elevator. A crash echoed through the room and she looked down at the mess she had made. The flowers were tipped over and water was pouring out and other things were littered around. ”I didn’t do it!” she slurred, stumbling away and towards the couch. Her hands gripped the couch before she decided that she wanted cookies. Laughing again, she stumbled into the kitchen and knocked things over in the process.

Grabbing the bag of chocolate chips, she tossed a couple in her mouth. Some escaped down her shirt and she shoved her hand down her dress, feeling around for those escaped chips. Giving up, she ate a couple more before hearing footsteps. Squealing, she hid behind the counter on her knees, her butt sticking out from around the corner. ”He can’t find me!” she staged whispered to no one in particular. And as she began to crawl again, she fell and laughed as Porter came into view. ”Why do you still have clothes on? You should be nakeyyyy” her voice slurred.

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

hi

hi

hi

love you like a love song baby

and i keep hitting repeat. And it might be wonderful, yeah, it might be magical, uh oh It might be everything I've waited for a miracle Oh, but even if I fall in love AGAIN with someone new It could never be the way I loved you ---------------------------------

porter was irritated. first off, charlotte's bachelorette party was being lauded as 'the bachelorette party of the century' or some bullshit by that stupid little gossip site that reported on all of their lives, and his bachelor party had sucked major balls. the guys charlotte had managed to scrounge up (he knew she'd asked her friends to offer up their boyfriends for temporary companions to her fiancé; he had no male friends) had taken him to the one place in town they thought he could have a good time: velvet revolver. the idiots hadn't even stopped to think that porter owned the damn burlesque club, and he could go there whenever he wanted. deep down, he knew they'd only been trying for the sake of their female counterparts, but it irritated him anyhow. he hated pity, and he didn't care much for sympathy either, and he knew he was basically being babysat for the evening. he'd gone home barely even buzzed, and he'd gladly gotten rid of those idiots although it was only ten o'clock on a damn saturday night. what the fuck had his life turned into?

sitting on the plush sofa which took up most of the living room in the flat he shared with charlotte, porter drank away his self-pity and irritation with the bottle of bourbon he kept stowed away in its own personal cupboard. drinking the alcohol reminded him of the night his father had told him he was going to marry charlotte, the first time, and he chuckled to himself as he remembered his shock and utter disapproval of the concept at the time. it was so ancient of an idea, it had turned him off instantly, even though he'd been attracted to charlotte from the moment he'd seen her that night at the club. she'd commented before that she believed they would have found their way back to one another even if their parents hadn't tried to forced them to get married, and porter agreed with her. their passion for one another was remarkable and unique, unlike anything he'd ever seen, and he treasured charlotte unlike any person who had ever come through his life. he didn't even love himself as much as he loved her, and that was saying a lot considering how very conceited he had been before meeting her.

as he sat and mused on the couch, not really paying attention to whatever drabble was on tv, the elevator which lead directly into their apartment suddenly pinged open and admitted a stumbling, thoroughly-soused charlotte. he opened his mouth to greet her and realized she had no idea he was in the room, so he smiled mischieviously to himself and watched her journey along the back of the couch (tipping over and breaking one of the vases her mother had used to decorate the apartment with before they had redone everything), yelling "I DIDN'T DO IT!" as she went. finally reaching the kitchen, she dug out a bag of chocolate chips from one of the cupboards, managed to spill almost half the bag, and then giggled to herself in delight. shaking his head with an amused smile on his face, trying to keep from laughing, he stood from the couch, abandoned his bourbon on the coffee table, and walked to the kitchen. he heard a squeal and charlotte's loud whisper to herself (or her imaginary friend, who knew what she was seeing right now), and he placed his hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh. there was some shuffling, and then she appeared around the corner of the cabinet, trailing chocolate chips and slip-sliding on her knees as she reached his feet. he continued to exert self-control to stop from laughing, but he couldn't help it when she drunkenly chided him, "Why do you still have clothes on? You should be nakeyyyy".

bending down, he gently lifted her at her shoulders, leaning her against his side since she was barely walking on her own. she was floating in her own sea of booze right now. "how about a nice hot shower?" he asked her, smiling over at her as he bent over, hooked an arm beneath her knees and brought her up into his arms. carrying her would be easier than trying to help her walk right now. he carried her into the bedroom, laid her as gently as possible on the bed and began to disrobe her, dodging out of the way as she tried to grab him and pull him down on top of her on the bed. "you are very very drunk right now, miss hirth," he commented with a coy smile. "i could take advantage of you right now, and you'd probably never even remember it." he smiled and tweaked his eyebrows playfully as he continued to undress her. he finally got her down to her underwear without her raping him, and he lifted her back off the bed, guided her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "i'm coming in there with you, i just need a minute, baby," he stated when she protested being in the shower alone without him nakeyyy in there with her. shaking his head and laughing to himself, he unbuttoned his shirt and swiftly removed his pants, tossing his clothes carelessly aside as he climbed into the shower behind her.

unhooking her bra, he pulled it off over her arms and tossed it over the glass partition of the shower, and then kissed her shoulder, licking the water off of her skin. he gently squeezed her breasts before his hands ran down her smooth belly to her underwear. slowly, he slid them down her slender legs, allowed her to step out of them, and then tossed them over the wall as well, leaving them both naked in the shower. he turned her to face him and smiled into her face, his body itching to have hers even as he resisted. "are you too drunk to remember this?" he asked, his eyebrows raising as he smiled sexily at her.

thanks sophia of caution.

hi

hi

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

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AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Her mind was a puddle of goo right now and Charlotte smiled up at Porter, suddenly wanting him to take off all his clothes and take her right on the ground. At the same time, however, she was craving mozzarella sticks and couldn’t decide which one would be most pleasing to her right now. Sex was nice, and they had sex all the time, but mozzarella sticks were greasy and gooey and delicious. It was a very had choice and she giggled at the thought. Wonder if she got both? She would be winning more than Charlie Sheen had all those months ago. She opened her mouth to announce her deepest desires when Porter’s strong arms wrapped around her. Her knees gave out and she looked like a rag doll in his arms. ”No. I don’t wanna a showerrrrr” she slurred, stamping her feet on the ground and pouting like a five year old. Charlotte tries to pull away but failed as Porter scooped her up into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she giggled and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips before her lips began to trail down his neck. Her hands snuck down the back of his shirt and she gave a soft groan of despair when Porter gently placed her on their bed. Her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him down close enough to kiss him but Charlotte rolled her eyes. ”We could have sexy time all night. It’s alright with me. I have handcuffs! And” she said, her hand disappearing down the front of her dress and into her bra ”A joint! WE COULD MAKE BROWNIES” she declared, rolling over and cackling.

But her joint was left on the bed as Porter led her into the bathroom. When he placed her in the shower, Charlotte groaned and pouted. ”Nakey time. Right now. No arguments” she mumbled before sitting down on the shower tiles. The clear shower door gave her the perfect view of her fiancé undressing himself and she felt herself suddenly become flush. Nakey time seemed closer, and maybe she didn’t want nakey time. What she did want, however, was another shot…or three. Standing up, she was about to mention how she wanted shots and he could do body shots off of her when he entered the shower. The steam suddenly had nothing to do with how hot she was. A soft moan of delight escaped her lips as she felt his hands trail down her body as though they were on fire. Charlotte stepped out of the black panties she had worn that night. ”I’m not drunk at all” she mumbled, her head softly hitting the wall in pleasure. When she was with Porter, everything seemed so much brighter. But her drunken stupor seemed so hazy and delightful that Charlotte knew she wouldn’t remember this. Hopefully Porter would tell her everything tomorrow morning.

The water pattered on her skin as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their slick skin slid together and Charlotte let out moans every other second, the combination of drunkness and pleasure almost too much for her to handle. Charlotte felt no cleaner than before, but the hazy stupor surrounded by complete pleasure felt amazing. Somehow, she managed to end up on their bed still naked and slightly damp, her head resting on his chest. ”Nake y time complete. I want mozzarella sticks. Right now.” she said, rolling off of Porter and onto her knees. ”We should make a video next time we have sex so you can take it with you on business trips and think of me allllllllllllllllllllllllll the timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” she slurred, bouncing up and down on the bed.

Suddenly distracted, she rolled off the bed and began to crawl around on the ground. Her joint fell on the ground somewhere…ah ha! She held the joint and the lighter in the air and looked at Porter. ”I’ve never been high before” she admitted, lighting the joint in her hand. The sweet aroma filled the air and she took a drag before coughing. She climbed back on the bed and stood over Porter, smiling down on him. Another drag before she offered it to Porter. ”I was thinking brownies, but this seems so much better” she slurred, the haziness of her mind suddenly seeming much more pleasant.
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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

hi

hi

hi

love you like a love song baby

and i keep hitting repeat. And it might be wonderful, yeah, it might be magical, uh oh It might be everything I've waited for a miracle Oh, but even if I fall in love AGAIN with someone new It could never be the way I loved you ---------------------------------

he couldn't restrain his laughter anymore as charlotte whipped out the joint and brandished at him like it was the greatest possession in the world. he knew without asking that she'd never smoked one before, but he didn't bother going down that road as he undressed her and carried her to the shower. her overall drunkeness and giddiness entertained him endlessly, and although he knew she'd be mortified by her behavior, he thought it was absolutely hilarious. as he climbed into the shower and she promised she wasn't drunk, he raised his eyebrows, knowing she was lying and wouldn't even remember the lie, but he didn't care. she was so willing and as she moaned when he touched her, he wouldn't deny himself the pleasure of her tonight.

the time spent in the shower passed in a haze of lust, and they were laying on the bed in each other's arms before he knew it. it was as if he'd been drunk as well, except he could remember every steamy detail, and that brought a smile to his lips. she started babbling about mozarella sticks and making a sex tape, and his blood froze over for a brief moment when she mentioned that. he still had reservations about that sort of thing after what his father had done to him, but thinking about seeing charlotte's slender body on top of him with no clothes on... porter swallowed heavily and cleared his throat. "that sounds like a plan... if you remember you promised me that later..." he said the last bit mostly to himself as she slid off the bed and began her search for the missing joint. he sat up, the blankets falling down into his lap and exposing his chiseled upper body, and he watched her with an amused smile on his face as she ground the elusive weed and popped back onto the bed, bouncing happily in all of her naked glory.

she lit the joint and he was taken back to days in his youth when he'd cut class and smoke weed with the friends he had behind the chapel at the boarding school his father had sent him to. the chapel had been the chosen locale for obvious sacreligious reasons, and even when he'd gotten caught, his father paid a hefty sum and donated a library to the school, and he got off scot-free. that had been his life then. now, he was chuckling to himself as charlotte danced above him with no clothes on, waving the joint through the air. I was thinking brownies, but this seems so much better. he smiled and grabbed her leg, pulling her down on his lap as he retrieved the joint from her fingers and took a long pull from it. he'd always preferred weed because it wasn't addictive, and he could drop it whenever he damn well pleased. "trust me, if you were already thinking brownies, you're still gonna want them. weed only makes you hungrier." he cleared his throat as he puffed out the smoke, enjoying the mellow feeling that slowly began to creep over him. "call a maid to make you some. that's what we pay those fat asses to do." he shrugged and laid back on the lush pillows on the bed, bumping his hips up into her once and smiling mischieviously.

thanks sophia of caution.

hi

hi

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

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AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

She jumped around the bed and smiled down on him, feeling as though she was never going to be tired again. A sex tape may not have been the smartest mention, considering Porter’s past, but it was such a good idea. Especially if he was to be flying around the world for business meetings and other nonsense; they would be miles apart. Just a small reminder of the pleasure she received from Porter would be enough to hold her through until their next meeting. There were so many things that could go wrong with a sex tape, but in her drunken stupor, the consequences were the last thing from her mind. ”I shall! I’m not thaaaaaaaaaaat drunk anyways, silly” she slurred before giggling like a mad woman. She slid off the bed and began searching for a little joint of weed, something someone had stuck in her mouth at the randomest of times. At the time, Charlotte had been appalled, but now it seemed like such a great idea that she couldn’t resist showing Porter her new object. Finding it and letting out a hurrah, Charlotte pounced back onto the bed and smiled down at Porter.

The smoke swirled around her mind and she felt herself loosing whatever mind she had left. It seemed as though she was in a permit state of drunkenness and she coughed, smoke pouring out of her red lips. As she swiveled her body back and forth above Porter, she felt beautiful. Usually she felt sexy around Porter because he worshipped her and loved her and kissed her, but she felt beautiful for once. Even in her naked glory, her hair sticking up in odd ends and her makeup from the night looking a little runny, she felt as though no one could tear her down. Perhaps she needed to get drunk more often, and while she wanted to, alcoholism was not something she deemed appropriate. It would make her seem dependent on something other than Porter, and he was a drug alone to her.

Giggling, she allowed herself to be pulled on top of him and their lips met briefly before she watched him take a drag. It was oddly sexy, partly because she hadn’t seen the bad boy side of Porter a lot and partly because he didn’t have a shirt on and his chest was showing. Her delicate hands traced down his chest and stopped right above his belly button, lying there. Glancing around, Charlotte watched the world spin slightly around her and she grinned down their hips meeting for a moment and a soft gasp escaped her lips. But it was soon replaced by hunger, and Charlotte somehow managed to roll off the bed, hitting the floor. She giggles and stood up. ”I think there’s a candy cart or something on the floor below us. Wanna go on an adventure?” she teased, before skipping out of the room. Pressing the button on the elevator, she pranced in, her naked glory reflecting on the mirrors around her. Yes, a sober Charlotte would never do this.
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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

hi

hi

hi

love you like a love song baby

and i keep hitting repeat. And it might be wonderful, yeah, it might be magical, uh oh It might be everything I've waited for a miracle Oh, but even if I fall in love AGAIN with someone new It could never be the way I loved you ---------------------------------

he knew she was farther gone than she would ever remember, but he didn't argue with her as he took another drag from the joint. yes, he'd been very familiar with this sort of thing when he was a teenager. he'd actually been in a very similar situation once in his life, only he didn't love the girl he'd slept with (and she'd been high, but not drunk), and he'd been high too. now, he wasn't high although he was slowly going to get a buzz if he continued smoking the joint. therefore, he stopped just as charlotte giggled and climb-stumbled off of the bed, revealing her sighting of the food cart on a lower level. "that sounds like a plan. let me get my..." his words trailed off as charlotte skipped out of the room in nothing much her emperor's new clothes, and he stared around the room skeptically as he was left alone. "...boxers." realizing the elevator had just ping-ed open and charlotte was in the buff, he cursed and shoved the blankets aside to leap up, grabbing a towel they'd abandoned after their 'shower' to wrap around his waist, and chase her. unfortunately, the elevator shut just as he dashed out of the room, and he cursed again, his fist slamming on the closed door before he pressed the button multiple times to get it to return.

finally, the doors opened, and he knew charlotte had gotten too far ahead of him. who knew what she'd gotten herself in to? the thought made him laugh uncontrollably as he rode the elevator down to the floor he'd seen it stop on when she'd been inside. as the doors slid open, he looked back and forth before he found her dancing and singing to herself as she pushed the food cart down the hallway in nothing but what God gave her at birth. covering his mouth and laughing without being able to stop himself, he walked toward her, not concerned about catching her right away. they were alone in the hallway, and they paid more than any of the people in this apartment building, so he didn't give a damn what she did. his only thoughts were for her, knowing she would be embarrassed out of her mind if she was in her right mind. suddenly, a door nearby swung open, admitting an older couple into their doorjam, looking around and asking one another where the noise was coming from. apparently charlotte had been doing more than humming to herself when she'd first come down the hallway. their eyes widened as they took in charlotte in her full naked glory, hair and make-up a mess, and then they saw porter clothed in nothing but a towel with his chiseled chest bare for the world to see. porter handled the situation with style and grace, as he'd always done in the wilder days of his youth.

he smiled handsomely and waved as he passed them with their jaws hanging open in shock. wrapping his arms around charlotte's waist, he ignored the couple as he began to drag her back to the elevator. "don't worry, i'll bring the cart. don't get your panties in a wad... or... fuck it, whatever." he half-carried her back into the elevator and then hastily grabbed the cart to take back with them as the couple watched them like two fans at a concert. giving them a wide-eyed stupid look to mock the dumb expressions on their faces, porter stuck out his tongue just as the doors to the elevator shut with a pleasant ping. unfortunately, someone else had called the elevator in the meantime, so they weren't headed straight back to their loft. "shit..." porter cursed to himself under his breath. removing the towel from his waist, he wrapped it around charlotte and then stepped behind her, hugging her tightly to his chest just as the elevator slowed and reached the next floor. this could get interesting very quickly.

thanks sophia of caution.

hi

hi

[CHARLOTTE HIRTH]

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AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Grinning, Charlotte stumbled out of the room, forgetting that there was no sort of barrier on her. In the back of her mind, she knew she should wait for Porter, but she was hungry. All she had really had for dinner was a piece of pizza and a couple dozen limes with shots, which, well, didn’t really count as dinner. But the food cart just the floor below theirs had a food cart that always seemed to be sitting around and doing nothing. She lived here and knew that she didn’t have to pay for the chocolate bars, so she pressed the button for the elevator a couple of times before stepping into the open doors. Pressing the button right beneath their floor, Charlotte sat on the ground and looked around. The carper suddenly seemed clean and had a very interesting pattern but was itchy against her smooth skin. There were purples and reds and blues and it looked almost like the inside of a skittle’s package. Her mouth was an ‘O’ as she looked down, studying the patterns. But the sound of footsteps running made her look up and she saw Porter just as the doors were closing. Smiling brightly and in a haze, she waved to him just as the doors came to a complete shut and the elevator began to go down. She glanced around the elevator again and noticed her heels were still in there from before. Giggling with delight, she placed the heels on her feet and stood up, stumbling at the height she was now given.

The doors opened with a small ping and Charlotte cautiously stepped out, her eyes wide as she fell into the wall. The heels suddenly seemed stupid and she slid them off, throwing the shoes against the door in front of her. The sound of the shoes colliding with a door made her jump and squeal, but then her eyes fell on the cart only feet in front of her. Her brown eyes zoomed onto an unopened bag of Reese Pieces and she stumbled over. Her hands grasped the cart tightly and she ripped the package open before pouring them into her mouth, a couple falling onto the ground. ”I got a snaaaaaaaaaaack!” she sang, pushing the cart towards the elevator so she could show Porter what she had founded. But before she had made it to the elevator, the doors opened once more and out came her handsome fiancé. ”LOOK WHAT I FOUND!” she hollered before tossing back a couple more Reese Pieces. Abandoning the cart, Charlotte began to stumble over when the door nearby opened, revealing the couple she had seen while going up the elevator. ”You have blue hair!” she mentioned to the older woman as Porter came over and wrapped his arm around her waist. ”You know what would help you unwind? Sex. I just had sex with my fiancé and it felt so good when I let him stick his penis inside of me” she stated, before realizing she was simply reciting words to the Lonely Island song. Bursting out with laughter, she allowed Porter to take her back into the elevator and the doors closed moments after.

Turning around once in the elevator, Charlotte placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. ”I’ve never had sex in an elevator before” she giggled, running her fingers down his chest before placing a sloppy kiss on his lips once more. The towel suddenly appeared around her body and she looked as the elevator stopped at a floor that was not theirs. Instead of being greeted by an empty floor or a couple of idiots, she was met with an intense stare that she knew rather well. Four eyes bore into her and Porter and she suddenly stood up straight, hoping that she looked more sober then she truly was. ”Mother…Andrew?” she whispered, falling against Porter before giving them a cocky grin. ”I just had the most amazing night! I had all these drinks and I took a shower and I had some-“ her comment was cut off by a hand being placed over her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and whisked it over the palm, but nothing happened. Instead, the doors close and the two began their journey up towards their own apartment, candy cart and embarrassment obvious.
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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

hi

hi

hi

love you like a love song baby

and i keep hitting repeat. And it might be wonderful, yeah, it might be magical, uh oh It might be everything I've waited for a miracle Oh, but even if I fall in love AGAIN with someone new It could never be the way I loved you ---------------------------------

porter had never been a prude, and he still wasn't. he was actually finding this whole evening rather entertaining, far better than his lame excuse for a bachelor party. the only thing that worried him about the current situation, as he chased charlotte up and down and around their apartment building was how she would react when she found out what she'd done while she was drunk. she'd told him once that she never wanted him to see her drunk, and he now knew why although he was highly amused by it all. he still anticipated her chagrin and embarrassment (along with a rather sizeable hangover from it all) the next day. when he realized charlotte was reciting the lyrics to 'i just had sex' by lonely island, porter started laughing out loud at the shocked faces of the elderly couple, just as the doors to the elevator closed between them and their audience. shaking his head as he laughed uncontrollably, he covered charlotte with the towel as he got control over himself and the doors to the elevator pinged back open.

and then porter middleton had a heart attack.

not literally, but close enough. he was face-to-face with ophelia and his father, both holding items he assumed were gifts, and staring dumbly at their naked children hiding behind a towel and a food cart that charlotte was still busy ransacking for more reese's pieces. porter's mouth dropped open in sheer amazement that so many awkward situations could happen in one night. of course, he was also instantly reminded of his father spoiling his reputation with the premeditated sex tape, and his mouth shut quickly, his teeth grinding together as the anger within him still seethed at the memories. then he realized charlotte was regaling them with a nice little summary of the night's events. as he recognized her slipping back into the lyrics of her current favorite song, his hand clamped down over her mouth, and he smiled a fake, cheesy grin, his free hand whipping out to punch their number on the panel so the doors would shut in the face of their stunned parents. "catch the next one please!" he called pleasantly as the doors shut with a silent whoosh and the elevator finally began its climb up to their penthouse. when they were alone with the food cart once more, porter collapsed back against the cold reflective wall of the elevator and let out a loud sigh, looking at charlotte with an amused grin on his face.

"i know i'm great in bed, but do you have to share it for the world? would you like to have your own news show? i could work something out for you if you'd like," he joked, leaning in to pull her hips against him as he kissed her neck. tilting his head up so his mouth was by her ear, he whispered, "as for the elevator sex..."

reaching behind her, he shoved the emergency stop button into place, causing the elevator to lurch as it came to an instant halt. stuck between floors with the doors closed and all the privacy they wanted until they released the button again, porter pulled the tower off of her, shoved the cart away across the expansive elevator and began to shower her with kisses until he couldn't stand it any longer and had to have the rest of her.

when he thought his heart may burst from all of the sex they'd had that night, porter slumped back against the wall and sighed pleasantly. he released the elevator and watched charlotte's flushed face with a smile on his lips. "i love you even if you are crazy and our parents are going to kill us for 'making a scene'," he stated with a loving grin.

thanks sophia of caution.

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