Teach Me How to Dougie

I stood in front of the mirror, giving myself a once over. I had borrowed a dress from Holly, which she was more than willing to lend me once I explained why I needed it. I was not one to dress scandalously, but I was feeling a little edgy tonight.

Between wanting to celebrate the end of a hectic week and wanting to celebrate the amazing win and Dougie's contributions to it, I wanted to have a great time tonight.

The dress wasn't anything elaborate, just long-sleeved and black in color. But it was extremely tight and super short. It showed off a fair amount of my legs and hugged my curves, showing off the hourglass figure I had worked so hard to maintain in the gym. I silently thanked myself for signing up for those Zumba classes over the summer. The back of the dress dipped down, stopping just above the band of my bra, which was a magical garment from Victoria's Secret that made my already ample chest look especially good. I was wearing a matching string thong, because this dress was just too tight to allow for much material underneath.

I wore a simple pair of black pumps that added about 4 inches to my height. I thanked my genetics for my thick, bedhead waves, which I had left down, but pulled over one shoulder as to show off my back. I had added some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara, intensifying my blue eyes and making my nighttime look complete. I snapped a quick pic and sent it to Holly, receiving an approving text back in minutes and a "go get 'em, tiger!" shortly after.

*Buzz*

*Dougie: We're here! Come down when you're ready.*

I did one more twirl in front of the mirror, making sure everything was in place, and left my apartment, locking the door and heading down the stairs. They certainly weren't easy to navigate in heels, but I managed to make it unscathed. I walked outside and saw a slick, black Escalade sitting at the curb, which I could only assume belonged to Milan Lucic. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the door open and Dougie step out.

His eyes were wide and he looked me up and down, not even trying to hide the awe on his face. I couldn't lie, it felt great. I felt hot and the fact that the guy I cared so much about agreed made me feel even better.

"Chloe, wow. You look... amazing." I walked over and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him and sliding into the car, settling between Reilly and shortly thereafter, Dougie.

Aside from Milan in the front seat and Dougie, Reilly, and I in the back, Brad Marchand sat in the passenger seat and Dougie had said some of the other guys would be meeting us there. I had never actually met Lucic or Marchand, so we briefly introduced ourselves and sped off.

Dougie hadn't taken his eyes off of me since getting into the car. I leaned into him, inhaling the clean scent of cologne and the faint scent of soap from his postgame shower. He was in a black t-shirt and jeans, and looked great as always. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to his side.

"Ryan didn't want to come party tonight?"

Reilly laughed and answered.

"Nah, Spoons is staying in tonight with the little one."

I looked at Dougie, confused as to what Reilly was talking about.

"Spoons is hanging out at our place with Pasta. He's underage and coach would kill us if we got him drunk in such a public place."

I laughed, but was sort of concerned at the same time.

"Wait, should I have gotten a fake? Or..."

Dougie laughed, shaking his head.

"You won't have to worry about that."

We had just pulled up to the club, handing the car over to the valet. Dougie hopped out first, lending me his hand and helping me up onto the sidewalk. I felt eyes on me from all angles as we entered the club, and felt Dougie's hand squeeze tighter on mine. We walked right through security and through the crowd of people on the dance floor, heading to a booth in the back guarded by an intimidating man. He quickly let us pass, and we all slid in to the huge, circular booth.

Aside from the guys who had been in the car with us, we were also joined by Adam McQuaid, Carl Soderberg, and Matt Barkowski. Brad's girlfriend was here, too, and drinks had already started being poured. I quickly understood why Dougie had told me not to worry about not having an ID. There were tons of bottles on our table, all types of alcohol at our disposal.

Marchy insisted we all take a celebratory shot. I couldn't resist joining in, gladly accepting the shot of who-knows-what I was handed. On the count of three we all tipped back, and the familiar burn in my throat recognized the liquid as vodka.

"You want a chaser?" Brad asked, a glass of coke in his hand.

"Nah, I'm good."

Brad looked impressed.

"Ay, Hamilton, you've got a good one here."

Dougie and I both blushed, and Brad went back to hamming it up.

After about forty-minutes of taking shots and chatting with Dougie and everyone at the table, I was feeling the effects of the alcohol. My limbs were filled with the familiar sense of warmth and I felt very happy and giggly. Looking over at Dougie, I noticed he had a similar glow to his cheeks and was being a little more social than usual. I heard a familiar song come through the speakers and stood up, a little wobbly on my feet at first.

"You know what? We should go dance."

I didn't wait for Dougie's response, but felt his arm around my waist as I left the V.I.P. area and headed onto the floor. We walked right to the middle of the floor, surrounded by people moving and swaying to the bass that thumped through the air. I grabbed Dougie's hand and turned myself around, pressing my back into the front of his body. He moved his hands to my hips, and we begun grinding to the music. I was thankful for the extra height the heels gave me, as I didn't have to bend my knees much and Dougie could reach my neck a little easier. I felt his hot breath on my neck, as he whispered into my air.

"You look so fucking sexy tonight."

I blushed at his comment, shocked to hear something so bold come out of his mouth. I grabbed his hands and moved them further up my body, gliding along my torso and resting on my boobs. He squeezed my breasts, sending a surge of warmth down south.

He kept his hands on my chest as I reached one hand behind his head pulling him closer to me. He moved his lips to my throat and begun a string of tortuous kisses, moving one hand to my hip and pulling me tight against him. We continued to grind in unison as I held him to my neck, and I could feel him hard against my back.

"Fuck, Dougie. This is so hot."

I slowly turned myself around, pressing the front of my body into Dougie's as we continued swaying to the music. I couldn't keep my lips off of his anymore. I laced my fingers through his hair and pulled him down to meet me, sloppily slamming my mouth into his. He ran his hands up and down my back, grazing the bare skin at the upper part and squeezing my ass, before settling on my hips. I heard some whistling and hollering from behind, and Dougie and I both pulled apart for a second, trying to identify the source.

Reilly and Adam were staring wide-eyed at Dougie and I, laughing in surprise at what was happening. Marchy was the one yelling, just as rowdy as he had been at our table earlier.

"OW OW! Little Dougie's growing up!"

We both laughed and I turned back to face Dougie, our hands not moving from their previous placement. He leaned his head down to meet mine, our foreheads resting against each other.

"You wanna leave?" Dougie asked me, eyes filled with lust.

"Let's go." I answered him, as he grabbed my hand and we headed out. Reilly followed us closely behind, as we hailed a cab. Looch was still in the club, mostly to make sure Marchy didn't do anything too, stupid, and none of us were in the condition to drive.

Reilly hopped in the passenger seat, while Dougie and I squeezed into the back. I felt Dougie's hand rest on my thigh as I leaned up to kiss his neck, pulling away once I remembered we were not alone.

Reilly gave the driver the address to the apartment, and we headed home.

Notes

OW OW Stay tuned for the next chapter. This adventure isn't over yet. ;)