Three Engineers + Bennett/Melanie, Rated T
Melanie wasn’t sure whose bright idea it was to get drunk, except now the three of them were on the floor of her room. Somehow she’d ended up with her head in Bennett’s lap, his fingers absently stroking through her hair. One of her bare feet was pressed against Javi’s knee from where he sat at a distance from them. He was considerably more sober than the other two engineers.
“Truth or dare?” Melanie asked in a loud tone of voice only drunk people could muster, her pointed gaze at Javi telling him the question was directed at him.
“Truth,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. He was sure that any dare Melanie could come up with would be much worse.
“What’s your favorite color?” she whispered seriously, foot poking him harder in emphasis.
“Blue,” he replied, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” her eyes lit up mischievously.
“Drink some water,” his voice was serious.
Melanie frowned in mild annoyance, but extricated herself enough to complete the task, handing Bennett the half full glass as she returned to her previous position, smiling goofily up at him.
“Truth or dare?” she asked Bennett, who smiled back as he set the glass down and his hands resumed their course through her hair.
“Dare,” his grin broadened.
“I dare you to kiss me,” she arched a brow in challenge.
Bennett spent a moment deliberating before he pulled her up so she was sitting across his lap, and kissed her. His fingers tangled through her hair. Javi watched as the kiss lasted an uncomfortably long amount of time-but the final straw was the noise Melanie made when Bennett slid one of his hands down her body, and it then became clear that they had probably forgotten his presence entirely.
“Ay dios mio,” he muttered, glancing away, “I’m going back to the helm now.”
Melanie broke the kiss to whine, “No, come back!”
“It’s fine, Mel,” he gave her a reassuring look that appeared to be more of a grimace because Bennett’s hand had moved to start tugging at her shirt, “Really. I’m considerably more sober than both of you combined, and someone has to. I’ve been away long enough.”
As soon as Javi left, Bennett reluctantly removed his hands from her. Javi’s words had crashed down on him and made him remember that they were definitely too drunk right now.
“Now, where were we?” she murmured, leaning in for a kiss he hated himself for having to evade.
“We are way too drunk,” he explained.
“Ben,” she huffed.
“I’ll sleep here if you want me to, but I’m not going further than that,” his voice was firm but gentle, and he watched her deflate slightly in response to it.
In the end, they wound up on the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows, tangled together half dressed.
In the morning when they woke up, they’d remember almost everything that had happened, and apologize to Javi for making him see it.