It's like we can't stop, we're enemies

But we get along when I'm inside you



   

   Mira shouldn't have gone to that party. She realized that as she walked home in the pouring rain in nothing but a black dress and a pair of uncomfortable heels. If someone saw her out like that at night, they would've thought her to be a prostitute. Still, she didn't have a choice. She thought she had been smart leaving her car at home, knowing she was going to drink, but what she hadn't been smart enough to realize was that everyone else, including her ride would be drinking too. So, instead of risking her life and hopping in with an intoxicated driver, she decided to walk. Sadly, she didn't know it would begin to rain.

   Had she already tried calling a cab? Of course, she wasn't stupid. But Riverdale was a small town and taxi services didn't run late around there. So, she continued walking in the pouring rain, each step causing her immense pain.

   Suddenly, the sound of a car speeding up the road neared her and came closer and closer until it sped right past her. She would've gave anything to be in that car right now because at the pace she was going, it would take her all night to get home. As if her wish came true, the car suddenly stopped. Mira watched as it reversed back until it was right next to her. She debated on whether or not she should run, after all, it could have been a serial killer. But when the passenger window rolled down and she got a look inside, she was more than surprised to find Hiram Lodge in the driver's seat.

   "Mr. Lodge?" She questioned, taking a step towards the car.

   "What are you doing walking this late at night... looking like that?" He said, his eyes roaming down her wet dress that clung tightly to her body.

   "There was a party," she explained, running a hand through her soaked hair to push it back. "Everyone was drinking and I didn't have a ride."

   "Get in," he said.

   "What?"

   "Get in," he repeated.

   Mira nodded and pulled open the door before stepping inside the warm car. Due to the alcohol that was running through her body, she hadn't realized how cold she was until her skin touched the heated seat. She sighed and relaxed back into it.

   "You're soaked," Mr. Lodge said, running a hand down her leg.

   Sure, she was soaked, but if he kept doing that then she was definitely going to be soaked. She bit her lip and looked at him with pleading eyes. She knew he wanted her, he had told her and right now she wanted him too. She wanted him really fucking bad. She watched as his jaw tightened and felt his hand make its way up her thigh, slowly slipping under her dress. It was so close, she practically tipped her head back before it even touched her where she wanted it most.

   Beeeeeep!!

   The car behind them honked loudly. Mr. Lodge pulled his hand away and angrily gripped onto the steering wheel before stepping hard on the gas and speeding off. Mira hadn't realized they had been stopped in the middle of the road, she just wished that car honked a few seconds later. She really wanted him to touch her.

   They drove together in silence for a few minutes, but Mira didn't mind. Although the alcohol had made her very horny, it had also made the passing street lights very enjoyable.

   "Are you drunk, Mira?" Mr. Lodge suddenly asked, resting his hand on her thigh again. Her name sounded so good coming from his lips, she wondered what else they could do.

   "No, just a little tipsy," she said.

   "How tipsy?"

   "Enough to do things I usually might be too afraid to do," she said, turning her whole body towards him so that his hand was in between her legs.  "But not enough to do something I'll regret."

   "You know you're asking for it, right?"

   "I know, Mr. Lodge."

   "You can call me Hiram," he swallowed.

   "Are you sure that's appropriate?"

   "None of this is appropriate," he said, looking at the state of her leaning in towards him, his eyes lingering on where her dress was riding up.

   "You're the one who said you wanted me, remember?" She said. "Are you backing out now?" Maybe, just maybe, the alcohol was playing a much larger part than she thought because if she wasn't tipsy, she wouldn't have dared to say any of this.

   "I just want you to be in the right mind when I do what I want to do to you," he said.

   "And what do you want to do to me?" She said, biting down on her lip in anticipation. 

   "I'll show you when you're sober."

   She frowned and rested her body back against the seat. "You're no fun."

   "What did you drink?" he said. 

   "Just the basics, Palm Bay's, Rose, whatever they spiked the punch with. Nothing harsh."

   "Who did you go with?"

   "A few guys from school," she shrugged. 

   "A few guys from school, huh?" he said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. 

   "Yeah..." she looked at him, his eyes were stone cold.

   "You went to a party at night with a few guys, looking like that, got drunk and chose to walk home alone?"

   "Don't do that," she rolled her eyes. "Don't act like I'm yours or something, I'm not."

   "I know you're not."

   "Then?"

   "I made it clear I want you and I always get what I fucking want," he said. 

   "And what if someone else wants me too?" she said, turning towards him again. "Am I supposed to say no just because you want me?"

   "You're going to say no." His hand squeezed her inner thigh.

   "Am I?" 

   "You are."

   "We'll see," she smiled. He gave her a hard look, but before he could say anything she interrupted him. "This is my stop."

   He immediately stepped on the break in front of her house. He seemed to notice none of the lights were on, not even the porch light. 

   "My parents are out of town for the weekend," Mira said, explaining why it was so dark. 

   "You're home alone?" he said. She watched him as he seemed to debate something. She knew what it was. He wanted to come inside, but didn't know if he should. 

   "It's not a good idea. My dad has cameras set up everywhere. I would've thrown a house party if that wasn't the case," she sighed, stepping out of the car in frustration. She was annoyed she couldn't bring him inside, but even more annoyed he had teased her to the point of sexual frustration overload. "Thanks for the ride."

   "Remember what I said, Mira."

   "Yes to you, no to anyone else," she rolled her eyes. "We'll see."

   "Mira."

   "Goodnight, Hiram," she smiled before turning her back to him and heading into her house.