Rating: M (for future chapters)
Summery: Title is VERY misleading given what’s gonna happen. Inspired by “Dress On” by JT. Rated M for future chapters.
“Seriously Lex, how long does it take?” you whine. Looking at the time on your phone again as you wait for Alex to come out of the bathroom.
“Relax Tobin!!” you hear her shout. “What’s the rush? We’ll get there when we get there. Besides you didn’t even want to go out so don’t rush me jerk.”
You wish she could see you roll your eyes. You want to make a smartass remark back but you just keep your mouth shut in hopes she’ll move a little quicker.
She was right though, you didn’t really want to go out when Kelley first told you the team was heading to a club to celebrate their win. But when you found out Alex was going you knew you couldn’t pass up this opportunity to be close to her. You couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be with Alex when she got a little drunk. Alex was very…..fun when she was drunk. Always doing something a little crazy, sometimes even slightly stupid, but you always stepped in just in time to stop her from doing anything that would cause serious damage.
You go over and sit on her bed, flipping through the channels but not really watching cause its hard to pay attention when all her pillows smell like her cinnamon and vanilla scent. It fills your nose and clouds your head as you deeply inhale.
She isn’t even doing anything, hell she isn’t even in the same room as you, and she is driving you insane. You honestly don’t know what’s worse sometimes: her haunting scent or her raspy voice you replay in your head every night. You groan out loud. But you didn’t realize how loud you were because Alex hears you.
“Now what’s wrong?”
You quickly try and recover but her scent is still in your head, so you jump off the bed and move over to the window looking out at the cityscape and desperately trying not to think about Alex changing. “ummm nothing, nothing just ya know hurry up Morgan.”
You can hear her laugh, “Whatever Heath”
Honestly this girl was going to kill you one day. She is drop dead gorgeous in anything she wears so what the hell was taking so long? It only took you 5 minutes to get ready as you opted for grey skinny jeans, and a white v-neck under a black jacket. And because you knew Alex liked it you threw on an old white beanie.
And you like Alex in just about anything. Damn the girl was breath takingly beautiful. But you could never tell her that. You can’t tell your best friend that you are in love with her. That you think she is practically flawless and unbearably sexy. That every time you see her all sweaty after a hard practice, you want more then anything to help get her out of those wet sticky clothes that cling to her body and-
“Ready!” she says stepping out of the backroom.
If anyone wanted to torture you this would be the way to do. Put you and Alex Morgan, in the tightest…shortest… blackest little dress you have ever seen in the same room…together…. with you unable to reach out and touch her.
Your hands crave to reach out and do exactly what your eyes start doing: explore her glorious body. The dress highlights every lean muscle on her, as it delicately clings to her every curve. Her golden skin looking a shade darker against the black silky fabric. And her hair in soft curls flowing around her perfect face. You can’t help it that your mind is going to very inappropriate places as you drink her in.
Her tanned legs went on for what seemed like miles and she stood a few inches taller in her heels. The dress, low cut in the front, revealed more cleavage then you could handle. The blue of her eyes was made a shade brighter with dark eyeliner and her perfectly kissable lips had just a hint of gloss on them.
The only thing keeping you rooted in the spot and not throwing her on the bed and ripping that damn thing off her was your fingers digging into your palms and fact you are biting your lower lip so hard you might actually draw blood.
Your throat is so dry and when she asks you what you think you honestly can’t speak. You are more concerned with the fire starting in the middle of your chest…with the foreign and strong feeling deep inside you that wants to hear her scream your name and the need of your hands to run up and down very curve of her body.
She just laughs at you. “That bad huh?”
You openly just stare at her, barely able to recover. “you look ummmm-” agonizingly, make-me-want-to-take-you-where-you-are-standing glorious “fine” you choke out.
She just laughs at you. She has to know the effect she is having on you. And as if on purpose she turns around and bends over to gather her room key and purse. The dress barely covers her back side. You fall against the window unsure if that is a good or bad thing for you.
She literally might just kill you tonight.