#moondrunkhunter

Texas was dreary this time of year. Yet the heat persisted, It always had. You had always dreaded the summer heat, it was a wonder you ever made it to the University of Texas. Not because you were a slacker in high school but because you genuinely dreaded the heat. But they had the best film program in the state plus Farrah Fawcett and that was enough for you.

Your head ached something miserable as you stood in the dreaded heat blanketed with smoke and the smell of burning wood. Fire season. Times like this there was little remedy, except for the freshman that sat a couple rows in front of you in your film studies lecture hall, Lorraine.

She was petite and reserved, her dark hair flowing in the small breeze that lifted and brushed through the long deep brown waves that rested against her spine. She was wearing little else besides shorts that reached her mid thigh, unless she was sitting, and she was. Accompanying her short black shorts was an oversized white button-up rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes scanned her textbook looking contemplative, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Dude, there isn’t a thought behind your eyes.”

It took a hand waving in front of your face to draw your attention back to the bench Vinny crouched atop. His expression long as he gazed at you with mild irritation. “What were you saying?”

He scoffed dryly before pulling his hoodie over his cropped, caesar cut until he was freed from the oppressive heat trapped inside the thick material. That left him in his graphic metal tee that clung to him despite its regular fit due to the sweat he managed to accumulate. “Are you coming to practice today or am I gonna have to cover for you again?”

He tugged at his t-shirt as you answered, “When’s our next gig, again?”

“This weekend, we have that frat party.”

“Right, then. I’ll be there after work.”

“Everyone’s gonna be pretty drunk though so I’m not stressing.”

You nodded mindlessly as your eyes drifted back to the object of your longing.

“Good, cause there’s no Swallow without our frontman.” He smirked and pulled out two crumpled twenty dollar bills and passed them to you. That jumpstarted your brain enough to have you stuff the money in your pocket and reach into your bookbag handing him a small baggy with a good amount of budded purple flower inside. He hurriedly shoved it in his pocket and you zipped your bag back up and slung it over your shoulder.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A moment of comfortable silence. “So… Is this why you wanted to meet in the film section? so you could stalk your little girlfriend, who isn’t your girlfriend cause she has a boyfriend?”

You rolled your eyes opting to ignore him.

He kept talking— as most men would, given the opportunity— “…Why don’t you go ask her out anyway, I mean that’s how Ozzy got Billie.” Vinny suggested referencing how the guitarist in your band got with his current girlfriend. “Snatched her right from Justin.”

“Yeah and Oz is a loser for taking his friend’s girl like that.” You condemned easily. “Why are you still here, anyway?”

Vinny scrunched his face. He mumbled a quiet, “Rude.” His foot jutted out his steel toe boot colliding sharply with your shin causing pain to reverberate up your leg shocking you. He ran off.

You growled staring at Lorraine a second longer before chasing after your bestfriend.

“Get back here!” You yelled, unknowingly drawing attention. Lorraine’s eyes lifted and narrowed as she took in the childish scene and boyish roughhousing. Her eyes rolled in annoyance as she watched you chase around the man looking like middle schoolers playing tag. Her gaze lingered as you caught up to the dark haired man and lunged for his middle, tackled him to the ground throwing pulled punches as he tried to get away. Her eyes lingered on your frame and the way your muscles flexed under your tight band tee, the way your jeans hugged your ass and thighs before flaring at the ankle, everything about you screamed alternative, especially the small tattoos that littered your arm.

When the two of you tired each other out you sat laughing in the grass your hair fallen in your eyes and tousled. You stood up first and helped the man up before your head turned back towards your crush, your childlike grin fading as Lorraine quickly averted her gaze back to her textbook eyes wide and cheeks reddened.

Pretty soon Vinny was leaning on your shoulder whispering into your ear as the brunette watched from her peripheral. Then you were being begrudgingly dragged into her direction.

“Hey!” Vinny bellowed only to be nudged in the ribs by you as you neared the bench Lorraine was sitting at.

He effectively dragged you by the back of your shirt until you drew near enough to carry a conversation without straining your voice.

You twisted your hands nervously behind your back as you looked anywhere but at the group of perceivably pretentious film students. Your eyes lingered on Lorraine but the moment your gazes met you looked away, your face blank, seemingly uninterested.

“My buddy wanted to know if you guys wanted to come to the party our band is playing at this weekend. There’s gonna be booze, women, and good music.” Vinny shrugged casually.

The brunette wasn’t by herself, lonesome as she looked. Her boyfriend, Archie or some shit was sitting a foot away from her leaning over the table conspiratorially as he chatted with two girls you recognized. One whose name you’d never forget. Bobby-Lynne was the first to speak up. Her blonde hair glowed in the sun rays that peeked through the clouds of smoke. “Why isn’t your buddy doing the asking, then?” She leaned forward eyeing you teasingly before blowing a bubble with her bubble gum.

You huffed and looked into the older woman’s sea green eyes. “Hey Bobby.”

Bobby’s mischievous grin widened upon hearing you rasp her name, she bit down on her lip recalling the last time you were rasping her name. “Hey, Y/N.” She greeted obviously enjoying your torment wiggling her fingers in a flirtatious wave, despite her man sitting with a strong arm slung over her shoulder unbothered by her flirtation.

“Uh, Yeah. Anyway, it’d be cool if you guys showed up, watched the show and got a little drunk. Come if you want.” You shrugged. Your eyes drifted over Lorraine who was possessively wrapped under RJ’s arm, her gaze low. if you weren’t mistaken she was staring fairly obviously at your crotch.

You cleared your throat and shrugged nonchalantly shifting on your feet to cross your legs.

“What’s your band’s name again?” Maxine asked leaning into her boyfriend's embrace though her eyes lingered on Vinny a second too long.

“Swallow.” You answered easily.

Lorraine looked up at that. Her gaze finally meeting yours, you smiled softly before looking at Maxine.

“Swallow?”

Lorraine asked as you nearly melted. Your heart pounded at the sound of that sweet southern lilt softening her voice.

“What is that like a sex joke or somethin’.” Her boyfriend whose name you ought to learn asked with a snort.

You rolled your eyes, the thought that this mediocre wannabe thinks he’s better than you lighting a fire in your veins. Enough to send you out of your introversion. Your hands unclasped behind your back as you tucked your thumb into the belt loop of your jeans confidently. “Actually I named it after the first song we played together.” You smiled sarcastically at the long haired tool.

“And to me and our guitarist, Ozzy, it’s a sex joke.” Vinny smirked proudly.

“How does the song go?” Lorraine compelled, leaning her cheek on her palm as she waited to hear your voice again.

You hummed shifting your gaze from RJ’s to his lover. “I’d love to tell you all about it, but I don't want to bore the rest of your friends.” You pretended to ponder for a second, “I’ll tell you what… find me after my set at the party and I’ll sing you all the songs your heart desires.” you smirked.

Vinny looked on with a toothless grin at your smooth-talking. His hand clapped you on the back, jolting your shoulder forward slightly as the boyfriend stiffened in his seat.

You hummed absentmindedly into the microphone as you warmed your voice up your guitar hanging by the elaborate guitar strap, the material digging into your cotton clad shoulder. Your mind racing with thoughts of a certain brunette.

“Dude you should’ve seen them. It’s like Fabio jumped into their body and said the most smooth line.” Vinny bragged to Alex, the bassist.

Alex smiled proudly. “It’s about time.” You rolled your eyes and flipped the girl off before she settled behind her microphone.

“Seriously though, dude. Good job.” Ozzy clasped his hand over your shoulder with a grin. “If you took too long I was gonna have to swoop in and get her away from that amish freak.”

You cringed at the insult that left Ozzy’s mouth.

“Wait, I thought he was Mormon." Alex muttered, her voice flowing through the speakers as she set up her mic.

“Dude isn’t anything but a pretentious little freak.” You mumbled into the mic before immediately going back to humming only to pause a second later turning to look at the drummer with scrunched brows. “And how could he be Amish if he’s a film major? Isn’t technology supposed to be like the devil to them?”

Oz shook out his shaggy hair before shrugging as Alex shifted, and brushed her honey-blonde hair away from her face, flipped her baseball cap backwards before grabbing her bass tapping each string to make sure it was tuned as Oscar did the same with his guitar strings and Vinny adjusted the placement of his drums. Somehow even though they were never moved they were also never quite in the right position.

You sigh and grip the mic on its stand as you stare at the garage door, a tapestry of Kurt Cobain stared back at you.

“Mascara.” You muttered the song title into the mic so your band knew what song to start playing. When everyone settled in you began singing as Alex plucked the strings of her bass before the drums and guitar came in for the pre chorus.

You took a sip of water as the instrumental played out as the song ended. “Oz, can you put a bit more sustain on your amp right quick?” You asked and Ozzy nodded, reaching down to his amp and twisting the dial.

You smiled thankfully as he played a few chords and looked to you for approval.

When practice was over you headed upstairs to your bedroom to finish some coursework and study. Your headache only grew worse the longer you stared at page after page of text. A soft knock on your door lured your attention away from your PC. “Come in!” You called out.

Alex popped her head in, her eyes scanning your hunched over frame. “How’s your head?” she asked in a whisper to not irritate your migraine further.

“Not any better, but I’m coping… What’s up?” You smiled.

She handed you a bag of fast food and a couple pain pills before passing you a can of coke. “Awe shit, thank you, Alexis.” You leaned your head back into her stomach from your position in your chair as a form of affection. “You’re the best.”

“Dude, Why do you still call me that?” She asked with a roll of her eyes as she ruffled your hair.

“Cause no one else does.” You shrugged and opened the bag of fast food snatching a fry and popping it in your mouth before cracking open the can of soda.

“Right, I have a favor I need to ask you.” She admitted going to sit on the edge of your bed before hesitating opting to sit on the futon, a designated safe space from the activities of your job.

“What’s up?”

“I need a ride to the library, I’m meeting Bea for a study date.” You sigh as you toss the pills into your mouth and sip your soda to swallow them down.

“Sure thing, let me finish eating and I’ll drop you off.”

“Sweet!” Alex smiled brightly, her cheeks plump and rosy. Her golden skin glowed in the streak of sunlight peeking through your blackout curtains.

“She still not giving you the time of day?” You ask as you bite into your burger and eye the smitten girl as she sits criss-crossed on your charcoal futon.

She shrugged happily. “She loves me, and she shows it. That’s all that matters.”

You hum as you smirk softly at the drummer. “When is she gonna come meet us?” You ask as you stuff a couple fries into your mouth.

“She’s a bit anxious around new people so I want to take it slow and try not to scare her off.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “I get that, especially with Ozzy sniffing around.”

Alex snorted as she watched you shut off your computer and grab your fry container and car keys before holding the door open for her. “Please. Bea wouldn’t even look in his direction.”

You headed down the stairs with Alex bounding down in front of you.

“She’s a keeper then.” You mumble before climbing into the driver’s seat and unlocking the doors, sitting your fries in the cup holder.

Alex glanced over your outfit, just some shorts that cover a little less than half of your thighs, a tank top and an oversized hoodie. up top your hair was messy as usual. “She is.” She mumbled as you pulled off onto the road driving with one hand— eating fries with the other.

When you got to the campus a few minutes later you climbed out and walked with Alex to the library, for no particular reason besides the fact that you hadn’t been in there since they asked you for four hundred dollars to rent a textbook.

By chance or by fate when you opened the library doors, your eyes scanned the building and its two different floors. Your eyes found Lorraine, a pair of headphones fixed over her ears as she had her nose buried in her film textbook before her eyes darted to her laptop and for once she was alone.

Alex bid you goodbye as she rushed off to Bea in the adjacent corner of the library that your feet carried you to. You went to say ‘hi’ but hesitated knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear you over the sound of her music so you sat across from her.

You watched her pen still on the page as her eyes slowly drew upwards her cheeks grew red as her eyes scanned from your veiny hands to your face not missing a single detail in between.

Lorraine pulled her headphones down to rest around her neck the buzzing sound of Pink Floyd whirring in the air. She brushed her hair behind her ears and set her pen down. “Can I help you?” She asked, unable to meet your gaze.

You smiled softly. “Hi, funny seeing you here.” you spoke just above a whisper.

“I come here basically every other day.” She informed.

“Good to know.” you nodded slowly as the conversation fell flat. Clearing your throat, you relaxed back into your seat more as your leg bounced under the table anxiously.

“What you studying?”

“Something for my History of Film class.” Lorraine answered quickly.

“Yeah?”

She hummed affirmatively.

“Are you always this shy?” You asked, spread your legs as you slouch in your seat, your knees brushing hers under the table.

The brunette rolled her eyes before glaring at you. “I’m not shy.” She argued in a mumble.

“Sure. Timid is more like it. Are you always this timid?” You teased with a playful smirk while you fanned your legs back and forth, your knee brushing hers consistently now. You tilted your head as she went to bring her headphones back over her ears. “Wait. I’m just teasin’. But you said you come here every other day… why?”

“To study, duh.” She replied with a roll of her eyes as she paused the video playing softly from her laptop.

“No shit. I mean, I see you around and you’re always studying so why study here after class? Why not head back to your dorm?” You asked, leaning your elbows on the table and clasping your hands together as you tilted your head curiously.

Lorraine’s gaze darted away from her book, to the table, to her laptop, to the wall behind your head then to your clasped hands settling there. “Cause, RJ is my ride and he’s filming something so he can’t give me a ride back until later.”

Her accent seemed heavier and her cheeks grew warmer. You could see her blushing hard. You knew RJ’s work. Only because You worked with Bobby-Lynne once in a blue moon. “Hmm… Grab your stuff, I'll give you a ride back.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Lorraine met your gaze nervously running her eyes up and down your frame as you rose to your feet and stretched causing your hoodie to ride up and give her a peak of your abs and the V-line leading down to the bulge of your pelvis. You reached down and tugged your shorts down a bit to cover more of your legs. A thigh tattoo stood out against your skin, a one-liner that the film major recognized. “The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.” Lorraine read.

You looked down at her before looking at your thigh with a chuckle. “Stanley Kubrick.” You acknowledged before picking up her notebook and sliding it into her textbook to mark the page before shutting it.

“I didn’t know you were a film major.” She muttered as her eyes lit up.

“Then I guess you have a lot to learn about me. Come on.” You gestured with your head towards the exit as you walked away with her textbook giving her no choice but to follow you. She quickly shut her laptop and tucked it into her tote bag before rushing after you.

You held the door for her as you walked out to the parking lot.

“I assumed you did music production since you’re in a band and all.”

You smirked and shrugged. “Nope. I thought about it but I taught myself how to mix and engineer audio by senior year of highschool.”

You smiled down at the petite girl.

“Hmm, so your music is on all platforms I’m assuming.”

You nod easily as you tug open the passenger door. Lorraine climbs into the boxy, old Ford and shuts her door. You get in the driver’s seat and hand her her textbook.

“‘M gonna need directions.” You mutter as you start the truck and begin driving, one hand on the steering wheel.

“Of course.” Lorraine gives you instructions to her dorm as you drive in a comfortable silence.

“So… how long have you and RJ been seeing each other?” You asked cautiously not wanting to give your feelings away.

Lorraine’s eyes widened for a second before she straightened up in her seat. “A little over a year.” She shrugged as she stared out the window. “Turn left up here.”

You switched lanes skillfully before stopping at the red light taking the opportunity to observe the brunette. The first thing your nose focused on was her flowery scent. Meanwhile Lorraine had to stop herself from inhaling deeply. Your earthy scent permeated throughout the fabric of the car's interior, intoxicatingly alluring, yet, subtle.

“Nice.” You tapped at the steering wheel with your long fingers. “So you two are serious?” You ask.

Lorraine turns to examine you and you turn your head back to the road doing your best to hide the hopeful look in your eye.

“Why do you want to know?” Lorraine asked suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes at you.

“No reason, Just making conversation.”

“Make another left on University.” She pointed and you nodded making the turn. “It’s this one on the right.”

You stopped in front of the building before climbing out of the truck. You grabbed her textbook and tote from her when she opened her door.

“What are you doing?” She asked cautiously as you took the tote bag from her arms.

“I’m walking you up.” You explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world before you scrunched your eyebrows and walked up the stairs of the dorm building with the brunette leading the way.

Your mind wanders to the times you’ve seen her walking with RJ and you realize she carried most of the equipment you shook your head condemning the lazy man under your breath. If she were yours…

“Well, thank you for the ride, and for carrying my stuff. Three flights of stairs is hard enough to walk up without all the extra weight.”

“No problem, I’m happy to help.” You hand her the bag and the textbook as she holds her dorm door open with her foot. She takes the items from you and smiles softly.

You stand there a second longer, turning on your heel to walk back down stairs before you turn back around with a finger to your temple. Your heart beat rapidly as you took a deep breath and prepared for rejection. “Um. Can I get your number? You know to share details about the party this weekend and other future gigs. Maybe get some coffee or hang out sometimes.”

Lorraine reached into her bag not even looking up at your slight ramble before she pulls out a sharpie and grabs onto your hand uncapping the marker with her pearly white teeth writing down ten digits and smiling softly at you as she recaps the sharpie and heads into her dorm shutting the door softly.

You didn’t stop running until you were at least a mile away passing a few police cars on the trip.

“Fuck, I left my bike.” Vinny huffed hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

The alcohol in your empty stomach had sloshed around to the point of nausea. The world tilted and you felt light and heavy all at once. You gagged once. Twice. Your skin was clammy and turning green.

You jogged toward a storm drain and dropped to your knees puking up the alcohol in your stomach as your head spun. Alex stood by brushing your hair away from your face as you heaved. She pulled her scrunchie off of her wrist and tied back your hair and rubbed your back until you finished.

Ozzy giggled as Billie swatted at him.

Vinny walked over to you as you finally finished heaving and sat back on your heels. He squeezed your shoulder affectionately pulling your gaze toward him. “Thanks for having my back in there.” He smiled. The cuts and bruises on his face were nothing new to him.

“Always.” You rested your hand on his before standing up and thanking Alex for taking care of you, which she brushed off.

A van came speeding down the rode the five of you were standing in Oz stepped onto the sidewalk as the van slid to an abrupt halt the backdoors opening to reveal Lorraine, Maxine, Jackson and Bobby-Lynne.

“Y'all want to ride?” Bobby-Lynne simpered and held one door open while Jackson held the other.

Your crew looked to you for confirmation and you shrugged and climbed into the van with your mates following suit. The only empty seat was next to Lorraine as everyone settled in. You let Alex take it as you sat on the floor of the dark van. You looked towards the front Wayne winked at you through the rearview mirror as the doors shut.

You leaned forward a bit more and sure enough RJ was in the passenger seat cradling his stomach as he glared out the window.

You sat back onto your butt as the vehicle began moving. It was silent for a moment. Your heart rate started to slow as your adrenaline wore off. You became acutely aware of your bruised ribs and collar. Then you felt it. Then and only then. You hissed and tugged at the back of your shirt, pulled it up and hissed again as you had to lean forward, pain shot up your spine. You heard a couple gasps behind you.

“Is it bad?” You asked Bobby-Lynne, unable to see the wounds you could feel.

You heard a gravelly chuckle leave Jackson’s lips as he answered for the blonde. “You’ve got glass in your back.”

Your eyes widened as your friends began to pressure you to turn so they could see. Chaos erupted in the back of the van. Voices talked over each other, as you went nearly rigid with panic. Vinny as well as Ozzy visibly cringed at the sight of your lacerated skin. Alex rolled her eyes and turned you towards her so she could get a good look at your back before mumbling a curse under her breath.

She sighed.

“Oh my god.” Lorraine muttered at the sight.

“Well don’t just sit there pull it out.” You commanded.

You thought for sure Alex would be the only one willing to do it. “Do you have a first aid kit?” She questioned Wayne who was more focused on the road unwilling to get another ticket this month.

Not more than a moment later Maxine leaned forward with a roll of her eyes she pinched the glass between her two fingers and tugged it out with precision. You clenched your jaw gasping through your nose as your back arched and not a second later warmth began to trickle down your spine. Stinging the wounds, A stray bottle of vodka. “Fuck.” You cursed as Maxine kept plucking out shard after shard until she figured she was done and cascaded a bit more alcohol down your shoulders, She left you alone with a kiss to your shoulder to ease the pain, shocking you. She tugged your black long sleeve back down. You sighed, your back still stinging.

“Thanks.”

“You owe me now.” she shrugged. You shifted to turn back around as Wayne drove off campus. Your gaze lingered on Lorraine who seemed to be at a loss for words. You sighed and rubbed at your jaw.

“Hey, can you drop us off at our place? It’s like five minutes from here.” Ozzy asked as he held Billie securely in his lap while she wiped at his bleeding scratches with her thumb.

“Yeah, no problem, I’m gonna need directions though.” Wayne smirked.

You pouted, your eyes grew heavy, your body grew tired. Your head felt light, you felt yourself fixing to crash, you swayed and when Wayne took a sharp turn you ended up hitting your head on the center console Your arm jutted out and grabbed on to the nearest support, which happened to be Lorraine’s calf. She stiffened at the contact, her cheeks heating up as her eyes shifted towards you. She took a minute to scan your face seeing how exhausted you looked as your eyes drifted falling closed before you crumpled on the van floor losing consciousness.

Monday…

You groaned as you walked through campus, your sneakers dragged against the concrete. You sipped a smoothie through a straw as you trudged toward your film studies class. Surely you’d perk up when you finally got to see Lorraine. Plus the class had free seating so if you got there quick enough you’d be able to sit near her. That thought motivated you to walk a little faster.

The ground had some residual wetness from the rain last night and your body had some residual aches from the party last Friday. Your back still in the process of healing as well as your ribs made it hard to take a deep breath without wincing in pain.

You pushed the door to the lecture hall open and scanned the classroom. You smirked as you walked down the stairs to catch a seat on the far end of the front row with a perfect view out of the window. And it was where Lorraine usually sat. You took a seat and took out your notebook and laptop, setting them on the desk as you set your smoothie on the floor next to you.

You smiled politely at the professor as he entered the lecture hall from his adjoined office Lorraine trailing behind clutching her textbooks and a few extra assignments. Her eyes locked on yours in an instant, her brows furrowing.

You smirked at her.

“I didn’t know you were in this class.” she commented as she made her way off the stage and up the steps to stand beside you.

Your eyes scanned her figure with intention, taking in her outfit a pair of regular fit jeans and a sage green T-shirt that clung to her perky breasts but floated around her slight waist, an oversized jacket draped on top, and her headphones resting around her neck. She cleared her throat.

“Glad to know my presence is so memorable to you.” You mumbled sarcastically as your eyes locked onto hers again. “You look good today.”

The brunette’s cheeks heated up in an instant at the compliment, her fingers twitching around her books as she hovered, eyeing you for a second too long. She watched you fan your legs open and shut as you sat, giddy in her seat with amusement laced through your features. She looked at you, really looked at you absorbing your features, your slender neck, the way your T-Shirt clung to you stretching around your shoulders and clinging to your breasts and waist like a second skin.

Her gaze then shifted to the subtle musculature of your arms. Then to your hair and how it flowed, perfectly framing your face. That intense gaze and those plump lips. She was beside herself, a heat pooling in her belly as she shifted her weight onto her other foot. “Thanks, I like your shirt.” She complimented back. “And your presence is memorable. I just… usually don’t see you around often, especially not in here, I would have noticed.”

“Yeah?” you grinned that stupid boyish grin at her subtle admittance and the implications it left you to ponder.

She blushed even harder. “How’s your back? And head. You kinda fainted on me the other night. Literally.”

You groaned in embarrassment as you scratched at your neck. “Ugh, I’m alright. I guess I was kind of exhausted.”

Lorraine’s brows furrowed slightly in concern. “Well… I’m glad you’re alright.”

You smiled softly before sliding out of her seat, grabbing your things, stretching, and moving to the one just behind her. “There, now it’s warm for you.” You gestured to the seat. She smiled gratefully, her eyes low and her cheeks pink as she took the seat and settled in just as the bell rang signaling the last five minutes to get to class, students pouring in by the handful. She replayed you stretching in her head, the way your faded vintage t-shirt lifted slightly to reveal a peak of a tattoo and your abs, along with the way those jeans hung off your hips and clung to a certain bulge between your legs. She caught herself nibbling at her lip while running a piece of her hair through her fingers as her mind wandered. She was fascinated by you to say the least, the more she learned the more she wanted to know. A hunger settled in her psychological belly that told her she needed to consume every ounce of your mind, maybe your body too.

You caught a whiff of her jasmine shampoo and it made your entire body relax into the seat as you slouched and leaned forward.

“I heard you were coming with the girls and guys to help film this weekend, is that true?” You rasped in a whisper.

Lorraine shivered slightly and if you noticed you didn’t comment on it. She turned her head to the side, getting a peak at you through her peripheral. “Yeah, RJ said he needed hands so I figured I’d travel along.” She spoke softly, her accent thicker.

Her mind was preoccupied as it seemed to often be these days.

You nodded and pulled out your phone and shot a text to Bobby-Lynne.

You: I’m in.

Professor Rowe clapped his hands abruptly drawing the class’ attention as he began to take roll.

When class was over you walked out carrying Lorraine’s textbooks in one arm as you walked her to her marketing class.

“We should get lunch after this, if you’re free.” You suggested hopefully as you walked comfortably across campus.

“Sure that sounds good.” She smiled softly.

“What’s your favorite food?” You asked, trying to get to know the woman a bit more.

Lorraine hummed softly as she pondered your question as you neared the building her next lecture was in. “I like mexican food.” She answered, sounding unsure.

You nodded as you shifted her textbooks into your left hand to pull out your phone. “Okay.” You muttered letting her know you heard her as you looked up mexican food spots near you trying to find a good, quick service restaurant. “I actually make killer birria tacos. You should come by my place one day so I can cook for you.”

You looked up as the bell rang causing you to sigh. You handed her books over begrudgingly. Lorraine eyed you a second longer as she took the books from your arms with a small thank you. “I… don’t know if I should.” Lorraine muttered causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What? Come by my house?”

Lorraine chewed on her lip avoiding your gaze as she nodded.

“Why not?”

“Well, RJ said that I shouldn't hang around you and your friends too much, he says you’re always getting into trouble…”

You rolled your eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Listen, RJ is a pretentious prick.”

“And what are you?” Lorraine shot back defending her boyfriend.

You scoffed.

“Listen, I’ve seen the way you operate, jumping into fights without a second thought, sleeping with multiple women, at least RJ is reasonable, and loyal.”

“Oh my god, spare me. Your boyfriend is a coward and he’s only loyal cause you’re the only one attracted to that slimeball. What is loyalty without opportunity?”

Harsh, much too harsh.

“Please, you don’t even know him.”

“And you don’t know me.” You cut her off before chewing on your cheek.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, okay.” The brunette tried to defuse your irritation, clutching her books tighter to her chest.

“You know, I never took you for the judgmental type.”

“I’m not.”

You chuckled dryly. “Oh, but you are… You better get to class, mouse. We can cancel the lunch. I should ask RJ for his permission first.”

Lorraine clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowed as her grip tightened around her books. “You’re being an ass.”

You hummed and narrowed your eyes at her before shrugging and turning on your heel strutting away with your hands shoved in your pockets seemingly unaffected. The petite latina sighed. she tugged open the door to her next lecture as you turned the corner leaving her behind.

She couldn’t figure out why she was so affected by you, and what you thought of her. And you couldn’t fathom why her opinion had to matter as much as it unfortunately did.

…

You sat in your car for lunch that day chewing on some fries with Alex next to you shoving a burger down her throat.

“So what happened after that?” Alex asked, her voice muffled by the mess of food in her mouth.

“I walked away.” You shrugged as you glared at your phone.

“Sheesh. I mean…” Alex trailed off. You tilted your head towards her.

“Don’t.”

Alex zipped her lips shut before she opened them again, talking over the half-chewed food in her mouth “Are you still gonna help them film?”

You chewed on your fries for a moment and shrugged. “Why not, I need the cash, plus I get to screw hot women.”

“You don’t think that that will make her feel some type of way? Maybe even reinforce what she said about your… habits.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t care what she thinks.”

You did.

“Whatever you say, cupcake.” Alex shook her head.

Just then there was a rap on your truck window and your eyes met Bobby-Lynne’s who was holding up a couple twenty dollar bills pinched between her index and middle finger. You sighed and unlocked the door gesturing to the backseat. When she climbed inside she leaned forward and pecked your cheek.

“Hey, sugar.”

“Hey, Lynne.” You greeted while Alex smiled at the blonde and waved.

You took the cash from her fingers and tucked it in your pocket pulling a small, iridescent pink baggie from your pocket. “Just for you, babes.” You reached back to hand her the baggie with a few buds, strawberry cream wraps, and a couple sweet treats tucked inside.

“You’re the sweetest.” She grinned, taking the bag and examining the contents inside. “What are y’all up to?”

Alex gulped down her burger and spoke up. “We’re gossiping.”

“I don’t gossip.” You immediately denied. Only for Alex to wave you off.

“Ooh! What are we talking about?” Bobby-Lynne perked up her fingers rubbing at your shoulder.

Alex looks to you as you sigh and shift your gaze out the window.

“Lorraine and this one got into it last period.”

“What did you do to that little girl?” Bobby-Lynne swatted at your shoulder causing a growl to rumble in your chest for a second.

“I didn’t do anything to her, and she ain’t little.” You argued.

“Lorraine doesn’t approve of Y/N’s lifestyle. And surprisingly she wasn’t shy to voice it.”

You flinched slightly as your back passenger door opened abruptly, Maxine peeking her head into the truck catching your tense gaze as you watched her climb in and shut the door behind her. “What are we talkin’ about?”

You groaned as Alex chuckled and rubbed your knee. She reiterated the topic for a second time.

“Oh, please that little church mouse doesn’t even know you, or your lifestyle.”

“She ain’t little.” You grumbled.

“The point is… She doesn’t know you. So who cares what she thinks.” Maxine continued.

You shrugged and bowed your head picking lint off your shirt.

“I think our little devil has a crush.” Bobby-Lynne observed. You rolled your eyes and smacked your lips.

“Keep talking and I’m gonna kick y’all out my car.” You threatened half-heartedly.

Bobby-Lynne cooed while Maxine rolled her eyes. “I don’t like her. She’s always staring.” Maxine sneered while looking at her nails.

“Oh, stop! I think she’s just sheltered. You of all people should know what that’s like.” Bobby-Lynne chided Maxine gently.

You sighed and turned to look out your window catching sight of the very topic of conversation. She seemed to be looking for someone as RJ chattered her ear off about something she obviously wasn’t keen on listening to.

“If you like her you should try to understand where she’s coming from.” Alex commented towards you. “Plus she obviously wasn’t raised around people like us.”

“People like us? “ You questioned as you glared steadfast at the petite brunette who was nodding along mindlessly to RJ with pursed lips.

“Well, I’m gay, You’re practically a pornstar, not to mention the fact that you have a dick despite being relatively feminine presenting, oh and you’re a drug dealer… plus you’re essentially an orphan. Girls like her, sweet southern belle, preacher’s daughter, are taught to frown upon pretty much everything you stand for. Give her some time to get used to you, I’m sure she’ll come around.” Alex comforted.

“And if she doesn’t?” You muttered dejectedly.

“And if she doesn’t, I’ll be sure to put on an extra good show while we are filming so she knows just what she’s missing out on.” Bobby-Lynne smiled cheerfully before leaning forward and pecking your cheek again. “I have to get going. Jackson is gonna throw a fit if he doesn’t get a taste of this before lunch is over.” With that Bobby-Lynne propped open her door bending at the hips, surely flashing onlookers with how short her miniskirt was, and blew you a kiss before shutting the door with a thud and tucking the pink baggie into her cleavage with a wink.

You inhaled sharply through your nose as the sound of the car door shutting drew Lorraine’s attention. You watched as she watched Bobby-Lynne leave what she knew was your truck. Her eyes shifted to the Driver’s window but the glass was tinted. She sighed softly. You felt like she was staring straight at you though you knew it was pretty impossible for her to see you through the tint on your windows.

“I’m not putting on a show, playboy so you better fuck me like you mean it if you want to impress her.” Maxine shrugged before leaning forward and stealing one of your fries only to step out of the car and pop it in her mouth. “I’ll see you this weekend!” She called as she strutted away passing Lorraine with a glare as she chewed on the fry.

“Dude, how are those even considered shorts?” Alex commented. that caused your gaze to shift to Maxine’s ass as she walked, her cheeks peeking out of her daisy dukes. You shook your head.

With that you took a deep breath snatching your phone off the dash before climbing out of your truck and slamming the door behind you. You wrapped around the vehicle purposefully avoiding Lorraine’s gaze as you let Alex out of the passenger seat, holding the door for her. You trailed after the honey-blonde as she started walking towards the quad. You chanced a glance up and upon meeting Lorraine’s gaze you looked away shifting your gaze to RJ who was already glaring at you. You smirked and nodded in his direction before running a hand through your hair and turning your attention back to Alex tossing an arm over her shoulder.

“Dude, I know you aren’t using me to make her jealous right now.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I’m totally not. just trying my damndest to get under her skin.”

Alex rolled her eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning into your touch as the two of you walked. “Fine. But only cause you bought lunch.”

It was loud, unbearably so. You were setting up in the backyard of the sorority house your group was performing at. Your head ached as usual and Lorraine was nowhere in sight. You sighed audibly as you got comfortable on the stage. Alex clasped a hand over your shoulder noticing your grave expression and furrowed brows. “Your head?” she asks and you nod. The Honey-Blonde gives you puppy eyes and a pout. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” you mumble.

You clear your throat before addressing the crowd of people that gathered. Your black jeans hung off your hips uncomfortably and your skin tight black long sleeve did nothing to hide your rock hard nipples from the slight chill. Your hair was slick with gel and you had that signature smirk on your face as you gripped the mic. “How’s everyone feeling tonight?” You asked into the mic.

Cheers and ‘hoots’ erupted from the sorority girls as well as the frat boys. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Alright, these are my band mates. That pretty girl over there is Alex, she’s our bassist.” You pointed to Alex who was stage right. She grinned and waved at the crowd as they cheered. “The stud on the drums is Vinny.” The cheers grew as Vinny flipped his drumsticks around and settled onto his stool. “The smoke show to my left is our guitarist Ozzy, Say hi to the ladies Ozzy Boy.” You encouraged.

“Hey Ladies.” Ozzy drawled down his microphone. The women in the crowd cheered and squealed, making you roll your eyes.

“And well, some of you already know me, those of you who don’t have heard of me. My name is Y/N and I obviously do vocals.”

“You do a lot more than vocals!” Your eyes narrowed slightly as you scanned the crowd to see who shouted that out. That’s when your eyes locked on Bobby-Lynne.

You chuckled into the mic husky and confident. “I do, don’t I? I know there’s some ladies in here who can vouch for me.”

A few women and a couple sorority girls cheered at that. Your eyes scanned the crowd near Bobby-Lynne who was moving towards the front. Maxine trailing after her looking bored to say the least. You figured Lorraine wouldn’t be bold enough to be front and center so your eyes wandered to the back and sure enough you caught those pretty brown eyes already on you.

“Anyway, we are Swallow and this first song is called Ambrosia. I hope you like it.” You held Lorraine’s gaze talking to her specifically but keeping it general enough that you didn’t give anything away.

“One, Two, Three, Four.” Vinny Muttered down the mic.

[Ambrosia by siaynoq]

Ozzy got straight into a distorted guitar riff that blended with the cheers in the crowd. It wasn’t long before you came in with your seductive soft vocals to draw everyone in. Alex strumming her bass as you took over the stage.

“Paralyzed without your grace. How you wound me when you're away.” You tilted your hips forward as you tucked your chin slightly to sing while your eyes scanned the crowd. The cheap LEDs buzzed as they lit up your skin in silky indigo hues before fading into a more vibrant blue.

“Bleeding out into a crimson lake. Your voice helps to resuscitate.”

Yellows, oranges, reds fused beyond your eyes.

Ozzy and Vinny took over for the hook singing into their microphones, “Just a taste, Just one taste! Of Ambrosia!”

“So heed patronage at the altar on my lips.” You dangled the microphone above your head tilting your head back and running your fingers down from your bottom lip dragging all the way to your pelvis.

“Pull you in, rejuvenate. Cause there’s nectar in your taste.”

Ozzy and Vinny belted the hook into their microphones once again.

Vinny smashed his sticks against the drums aggressively carrying the tempo, his foot stuttering at speeds you couldn’t comprehend on the kick drum.

Pink washed over you. “Nectar on my lips. Nectar on my lips, Nectar on my lips!”

Ozzy took over for a smooth guitar solo followed by you and Alex harmonizing over the hook only to be trailed immediately by Ozzy and Vinny Belting the same lines.

You drew air into your lungs and bent at the hips cupping the microphone in your palm holding it to your lips as you screamed, “I just wanna taste, I just wanna taste!” Like a starved animal you scratched your vocal chords. “I just wanna taste, I just wanna taste!”

All as Vinny, Alex, and Ozzy continued the chorus on top of you. The lights faded to a sinister red as the song concluded.

…

When your set was finished you jumped off stage your voice raspier than ever from the five songs you just finished the House mother thanked you with a swift kiss to the cheek and a bottle of jack. You took a swig before passing the bottle off to Vinny as you wiped the sweat from your face with a towel she handed you. “Thanks.” You grinned energetically before she went off to do god knows what with some frat boy.

You leaned against the wall of the house as your bandmates chattered among themselves and pulled out a joint from behind your ear.

You searched your pockets for a lighter and huffed in exasperation before a lighter was flicked alight inches from your face startling you slightly as you stared at the ruddy fingertips wrapped around the pink playboy lighter the nails painted red. You leaned forward and let the end of the hand-rolled cigarette catch as you inhaled before rasping out a thank you as your eyes trailed along the arm. “No problem, playboy.” Bobby-Lynne smirked. “You were on fire tonight! I didn’t know you could sing like that.” The bleach blonde praised as she eyed you.

you smirked, removing the cigarette from your lips scissored between your fingers. “I didn’t either.” you chuckled a small puff of smoke billowing through the air before you pursed your lips and exhaled as Bobby-Lynne watched with a heated gaze.

“Don’t tell me that was all for the little church mouse.” Maxine smirked, taking the spliff from your fingers and leaning next to you on the wall. Your eyes took in her features, mousy brown hair, deep blue eye shadow that matched her blue tube top, a denim mini skirt and a pair of platform sandals on her feet. brown eyes but not woodsy brown like Lorraine’s or maybe it was the lighting.

You shrugged in response to her taking the joint back after she took a hit. Her pink lip gloss smudged on the end of it. you go to bring the joint to your lips only to have it plucked from your fingers by Bobby-Lynne leaning against the back of the house to the right of you. She took a deep hit before passing it back.

Your eyes narrowed. “What do the two of you want?” you asked suspiciously as you took a hit from the lipstick stained joint. Maxine rolled her eyes at you as Bobby-Lynne just simpered. “Whatever it is the answer is no.” you stated confidently.

Bobby’s grin widened at that. “Oh, yeah?” She asked, her voice teasingly seductive as her fingers walked up your arm through the sheer material of your shirt.

Maxine trailed her fingers across the skin peaking through the bottom of the slightly cropped long sleeve. You shivered as you felt your length respond, twitching in your tight jeans.

“We didn't even ask for anything yet.” Maxine whined.

You glared at her before passing the joint back to her. “go.” you commanded vapidly.

Maxine coughed slightly as she reached across you to hand the half-gone joint to bobby-lynne.

You felt your mind grow lighter and your eyelids grow heavier as you stared at bobby-lynne’s Pink lips wrapped around the spliff, she was wearing a pink bustier with a matching denim skirt as well as knee high boots. Maxine was the first to speak. “We want you to star in a porno we’re filming in Houston next week.”

You rolled your eyes as you took the joint from Bobby-Lynne and shut your eyes. “Why me?” You asked exhausted from this conversation already.

“Why not?” The two women said in unison.

You hit the joint before passing what was left of it to Maxine with a clench of your jaw. “It’s not like you have anything better to do, plus Wayne said he’ll pay you a couple hundred just to show up and help with production, and he’ll meet your price if you perform.” Bobby-Lynne listed the benefits. She took the small spliff and hit it one more time before dropping it to the concrete and smashing it under her boot.

You groaned and stepped away from the wall and the women’s wandering hands. “Y/N?” a soft voice called out to you, your heart racing as you watched the petite brunette approach you, you gulped at the sight of her, your eyes widening slightly as you took in what she wore. a flannel over a pair of denim shorts (there’s no way the women didn’t coordinate their outfits) and a crop top with a pair of cowboy boots on her feet.

“Lorraine.” you muttered.

“Hey, we were having a conversation.” Maxine cut in. “Are you gonna help us film or not?” She paused waiting for your reply as you just stared at Lorraine who looked between the two women with narrowed eyes.

“film?” Lorraine asked her eyes on Bobby-Lynne.

The blonde waved the girl off before taking Maxine's hand.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” you asked the brunette as you eyed her.

Lorraine shrugged.

Bobby-Lynne called your name in a sing song voice and you turned to glare at her at which she rolled her eyes. giving you a demanding look. “ugh, fine I’ll think about it. Now can I enjoy my night? please.” you asked rhetorically. Bobby-Lynne smiled brightly as she took Maxine’s hand and dragged her away.

You turned back to Lorraine, your eyes softening in an instant. “Hi.” you muttered with a soft smile as you gazed down at her.

“Hi. Um you never texted me.” Lorraine addressed nervously.

Your eyes widened. “If I had known you’d be waiting for it I would’ve texted you. That’s my bad.”

Lorraine nodded.

“Your set was amazing.” she complimented playing with her fingers.

Your face lit up, “You think so?”

“Yeah, you did great.” Lorraine met your gaze for a second before looking away.

you stood in comfortable silence before sighing. “You want to go somewhere quieter?” You asked.

She nodded slightly. you held out your hand and she took it. You hummed contently at the warmth that flowed over you, it was a lot like the feeling of alcohol warming your stomach as it goes down your throat except there were giddy tingles shooting up your arm at the contact. You carefully guided her through the crowd of people and around the side of the house, you opened the gate and held it with one hand as she trailed after you before letting it swing shut. You sighed as you walked down the driveway and came to a stop away from all the music that the walls vibrated with you turned toward Lorraine.

“I promised you a song.” You rasped, your voice cracking on a couple words due to the smoke and the strain.

Lorraine’s cheeks heated up at the sound of it as she tugged her hand away feeling the cold breeze blow through her clammy palm. “Yeah.” she mumbled as she swiped her palm on her flannel as you swiped yours on your jeans before sitting on the cement of the driveway, your chunky heel scuffing against the ground.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go smoke, I’ll be right back.” You whispered into Nancy’s ear as she chatted with some friends from her classes. She nodded and smiled kindly, her eye’s trailing after you as you headed to the back of the house.

By then you’d forgotten whose house you were in all you knew was that it was overwhelmingly crowded and reeked of booze. you walked through the kitchen and out towards the back yard where a few people you recognized were gathered around a bonfire, Robin waved you over with a delighted grin and you chuckled as you pushed the backdoor open, just then you noticed a woman with ashen blonde hair cradling her knees and sniffling with her face buried behind her legs.

You paused on the way out of the admittedly impressive enclosed porch reasoning with yourself as you hesitated in your step before turning on your heel with a displeased sigh. You couldn’t very well just pretend not to see her huddled in the corner curled in on herself so you walked towards her, your steps light, you stopped a few feet away and crouched down in front of her, whoever she was.

Unsure of how to approach the situation and truthfully a bit anxious and begrudging to interrupt the woman’s tears you tapped her shoe softly with your index finger. She flinched, her head popping up to reveal watery emerald eyes, the low light and her slowly dilating pupils made them look even deeper, as if you could fall right in.

She was pale and wearing an aquamarine long sleeve pulled over her thumbs, the only darkness about her was the sadness in her eyes and her neatly kept dark eyebrows. “What?”

Your eyebrows shot up at the venom in her tone. Okay so maybe she was darker on the inside rather than the out. You gathered yourself and cleared your throat before speaking as she avoided your gaze her stare hard and when her eyes did lock with yours she looked terribly bothered and insipid. “You okay?”

She rolled her eyes at you. “Does it look like I’m okay? Actually, I’m amazing nothing says I’m having fun like crying alone at a party.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Sassy, I like that.” you smirked before gesturing with a finger to your chest and introducing yourself. “What’s your name?”

The woman untucked her arms from around her knees and brought them to rest across her chest as her heels slid, lowering her guard slightly. “Ayla.” She answered shortly.

Your knees grew tired of your crouched position so you lowered yourself so you were sitting on the cold wood in front of her. “Nice to meet you, Ayla.” You watched her brush her long ashen hair behind her ears a hint of color blazing her cheeks at the sound of her name on your tongue. “Why are you crying? And please don’t tell me it’s over a boy.”

Ayla avoided eye contact and you sighed knowing the answer by her avoidance. You dusted off your pants as you rose to your feet.

“If he’s making you cry he doesn’t deserve your tears.” You mutter and offer your hand to the girl. She takes it.

“Do you smoke?” you asked her as you began leading her to the backdoor but not before you shrugged off your zip-up hoodie and threw it over her shoulders. She nodded. “Good, let me introduce you to some friends of mine, they’ll make you forget all about whatever douchebag you were crying over. You smirked at the girl and it widened into a grin as you saw a small smile graced her lips as she wiped at her cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.

You held the door open for her and followed closely behind introducing her to Robin, Eddie, Wayne, and his girlfriend Delilah. You offered Ayla the last open seat which she gratefully took as you started chatting with your friends, being sure to include her in the conversation. Soon enough she was giggling at your jokes and antics, her head light as a cloud. Robin gazed at you with amusement as you went out of your way to entertain the new girl despite your natural introversion.

Robin grabs Ayla’s attention as she passes the joint to her while you roll a blunt on your rolling tray. “What’s your major?” She asks the blonde. you perk up, looking up at the girl from your seat on the dirt as you lick the edge of the tobacco leaf.

“International Relations, With a minor in Communications.” Ayla replied confidently and you smiled softly as you sealed the blunt.

“So she’s a politician, nice.” You replied appreciatively.

She smirked and shrugged as she hit the joint before passing it to you. You inhaled from it letting it hang between your lips as you took fire to seal the blunt you just rolled before passing it to Del (delilah) to light and add to the rotation.

“What about you?” Ayla asked Robin as she tugged your black hoodie tighter around her petite frame.

“Film.” Robin answered shortly as she kicked at a rock in the dirt.

You smirked before the blonde turned to you her eye’s indicating she wanted your answer as well.

“I’m a Criminal Justice major.” You answered your voice raspy from all the smoke as you stared at the bonfire enraptured.

“Lawyer?” Ayla asked.

“Criminologist.” You answered with ease.

Ayla turned to Eddie and he grinned sheepishly. “Dropout.” He stated with a shrug.

Wayne answered Criminal Justice as well, and Del answered Social Work.

The conversation flowed smoothly and soon you found yourself high out of your mind and complaining about the numbness in your asscheeks. Ayla rolled her eyes and stood up mumbling something about taking her chair and some other words you couldn’t hear. You took the offered seat and sighed in relief before the blonde plopped down into your lap and the conversation continued to flow.

…

About an hour later Nancy was sober and tired searching for you in the front yard after calling your phone to no avail. She headed to the back and her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of you with another woman perched in your lap. You were facing away from her but Robin caught her intense glare and her eyes widened. “Y/N, I think Nance is looking for you.” She slapped your thigh one too many times in warning, your head that was lolled back shot upwards as you lifted the blonde from your lap and rose to your feet.

“Nancy?” You asked Robin and she nodded.

Just then you felt a tug on your sleeve and you turned to lock eyes with a disgruntled Nancy.

She eyed you for a moment, scanning your features, before rolling her own eyes, easily able to tell you were high out of your mind, her glare shifted to the blonde.

“Who are you?” The brunette questioned quite rudely her eyes zoning in on the oversized, and admittedly expensive, black hoodie draped over the blonde’s shoulders, her lip nearly curling up in a sneer.

“Hey, hey. Be nice.” You mumbled your eyes half-lidded and red. “Nancy, this is Ayla, my new friend. Ayla this is Nancy my… uh.”

The two of you never managed to put a label on just what type of relationship you two shared so it was no one’s surprise when you hesitated.

“We’re leaving.” Nancy demanded.

You nodded softly as she tugged down on your collar bringing you down to her height as she rose on her tiptoes to reach your ear whispering, “We’ll talk about this in the car.” She let your collar go and held out her hand as you straightened up.

You stared at her blankly, your cheeks heating up as you reached into your front pocket and pulled out your car keys dropping them into her palm. Nancy’s eyes shifted back towards the blonde, looking her up and down. Nancy’s blue eyes lingered on your hoodie draped over the blonde’s shoulders. “You wouldn’t mind giving that back would you?”

Ayla gulped before shrugging the hoodie off. Nancy took it from the girl’s hands with a tight-lipped polite smile. “Thanks, It was nice to meet you.” She turned back to you and tossed the hoodie into your chest. “Grab your shit and let’s go.”

You barely caught your hoodie shrugging it back on as the brunette strutted away, hips swaying as she walked. Eddie snorted before the entire group broke out into a fit of laughter. You groaned as you shoved your rolling tray and weed in your book bag snatching your blunt from a bent at the waist Robin who was laughing hysterically. “Shut up dicks.” You pouted and threw your bookbag onto your back.

“Y/N’s in trouble.” Wayne snickered, you flipped him the bird as the group fell into another fit of laughter.

You turned towards the blonde who was smirking slightly.

“I’m sorry about that, It was really nice to meet you, I’ll see you around campus, yeah?”

She nodded, waving off your apology. “Don’t worry about it, if you were mine I’d want to keep you on a leash as well.” The blonde ruffled your hair as you pouted.

“I am not on a leash.” You argued, causing Delilah to snort.

Nancy, standing in the distance watching you hover, jingled the keys above her head. “Let’s go!” She demanded impatiently, jarring you into action as you stumbled over your feet and jogged off toward the brunette.

Leaving Eddie behind you with his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog mocking you and once again making the rest of the group burst into laughter.

You groaned in embarrassment, your cheeks hot as you caught up to the brunette as she walked to where you parked your car. You tugged the door open for her before rounding to the passenger seat to sit down. She reached across and propped the door open for you even in her state of irritation. When you were safely inside she locked the doors and stared blankly out the window making no move to start the car.

The silence was tense and you shifted in your seat with your lips pursed shut afraid to further aggravate the brunette. You heard her sniff the air before she growled and rolled down the windows. “You smell like her.” She mumbled. Your eyes widened as you lifted your shirt to your nose not smelling anything so you lifted your hoodie and sure enough there was a hint of vanilla lingering on the fabric.

“‘M sorry.” you muttered, though it sounded more like a question, your high brain not comprehending the gravity of the situation. Nancy scoffed at your apology, shoved the key in and started the car not even looking at you.

“For what?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“I…” You hesitated.

“I thought so.” She chuckled dryly as she rested her elbow on the open window and leaned her head into the palm of her left hand.

You rolled your eyes and let out a huff of your own as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re mad or are you gonna keep being a passive aggressive brat.” You confronted after a few minutes of pure silence. All this tension was ruining your high.

.

Nancy shook her head, her eyebrows rising as her jaw clenched. “Shut up.” she commanded.

“No.” You retorted, your friends teasing driving you to press on. “Why are you even upset, hmm? Is it because of Ayla?”

Nancy inhaled slowly, an attempt to steady her racing heart. She was becoming aggravated. “You know why I’m upset, if not you must be dumber than I thought.”

You scoffed, and nodded your head slowly. “Pull over,” you demanded, voice rough.

Nancy rolled her eyes and kept driving.

“I said, pull over the fucking car.” You stated firmly.

“No. You’re stoned.”

“Nancy, I swear to god if you don’t pull over I will jump out while it’s still moving.”

Nancy turned to eye you incredulously, but upon seeing the dead look on your face she sighed and relented.

You climbed out of the car and slammed the door shut. You were on that long two way road surrounded by forest on all sides. You started walking, the chilled night air brushing against your cheeks as you walked at a fast pace.

“Y/N, just get back in the car!” Nancy cried out from the open window, nearly whining.

“Tell me what I did wrong.” You called back.

Nancy’s jaw clenched, the hot ball of fury in her stomach burst as she climbed out of your car and jogged after you, her hair blowing in the breeze.

“You don’t get to be upset.” Nancy claimed as she grabbed your wrist tightly. “She was sitting in your lap for fuck’s sake, She was all over you, I can still smell her perfume on you right now.”

Nancy crossed her arms as goosebumps rose on her skin, she tried her best to shield herself from the cold. You watched her carefully.

“And she was wearing your clothes. Who is she? How long have you known her, have you two been… Are you…” She trailed off and you shrugged your hoodie off attempting to wrap it around her shivering frame.

She, without thinking, pushed you away. Her hands shoved your chest making you stumble as she tossed the hoodie to the floor. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She questioned, her eyes wild and accusatory.

“I’m sorry for trying to help.” You grumbled snatching your hoodie up dusting it off before throwing the material over your shoulder.

“You aren’t helping! Tell me, have you and Anna–”

“Ayla.” You corrected and Nancy lost it.

The usually cool and collected brunette’s pupils dilated in fury. Her cheeks grew red and then her hand rose, a pale blur was all you caught in your peripheral before your head whipped to the right.

your left cheek was stinging, ear ringing, and your eyes watering as you cupped the side of your face her hand had just come across. The skin burning hot under your touch as she shook her hand out, her eyes wide as she trembled from the cold and adrenaline, astounded by her own actions.

She cradled her sore hand in her other squeezing it to apply pressure to the sting. You turned back to look at her, your eyes darkened, your cheek caught between your teeth, something you only did when you were… unsettled. Heart pounding and jaw clenched your own madness bubbling to the surface as the earth fell silent.

No words were exchanged, the silence stiff in the air. Nancy’s lips fell open, her plan? To utter a much deserved apology but you never gave her the chance and that look on your face made her cower… on the inside of course but cower nonetheless. A sudden jerk from you startled her enough to make her flinch.

You pounced, like a panther.

Your hands cupped her cheeks as you planted a harsh kiss on her lips forcing your tongue into her mouth as you pulled her into you. Nancy’s legs nearly gave out from under her but you kept her pressed tightly to your front walking her backwards until her back met the door of your car.

You finally pulled away from the kiss with a sigh as you kept her pinned to the side of the car. her chest heaved under the material of her short dress. “I just met her tonight. She was crying so I wanted to make her feel better.” You took the time to explain before attaching your lips to the brunette’s neck.

“Sh-fuck. she was sitting, your lap, why?” Nancy struggled to form a coherent sentence as you slipped a leg between her thighs.

“I was sitting on the ground and my ass started to hurt so she offered the seat, I didn’t know she was gonna sit in my lap and I wasn't thinking. ‘M sorry.” You apologized with a pout before running your teeth over her carotid reveling in the tachycardia you could feel against your wet lips.

Nancy let her head loll back as a breathy moan left her lips, her panties dampening as she grinded on your thigh,

“Hoodie?” She asked and you rolled your eyes, a low grumble rumbling your throat. Journalism majors and all their questions.

“I don’t know Nancy, the girl was cold and crying i was trying to comfort her, fuck. If I’d known you’d be this pissed I’d have left her alone.”

Nancy hummed as she rubbed herself just right on top of your thigh. You pulled away and reached around her tugging the door she was pressed against open and jarring her in the process.

Nancy pouted. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark under the street lamp as she glared at you before walking under your arm and climbing into the driver’s seat.

You sat in the passenger and breathed as you eyed her. Her pale thighs pressed tightly together as she shifted the car into drive and pulled back onto the road. “My apartment?” You asked and she nodded curtly.

“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight after seeing that girl hanging all over you, you are out of your mind.”

Nancy dragged you by the sleeve of your shirt into your apartment, whipping you over to the couch in one fluid motion before she straddled your thighs and cupped your cheeks with her cold fingers attaching her lips to yours as she grinded into your lap humming her delight.

Your hands found her exposed thighs rubbing the smooth skin gripping at the plump flesh as you met her passion with ferocity. You swallowed her moans eagerly as your fingers ran beneath the hem of her dress.

The brunette hummed then took hold of your wrists and dragged your wandering hands around to her ass. She’d never admit it aloud but she loved the feeling of your long fingers squeezing at the mounds of flesh.

She never had to admit it of course, cause you already knew.

Your hands tightened around the flesh, your nails digging deliciously into the pale globes and thin cotton just how she liked. Your grip forced her hips forward as her lips tore away from yours with a soft moan, her back arched. Your eyes fell to the string of saliva connecting her lips to your own before they zeroed in on her swollen pink lips, her breath fanning across your face, warm and fruity.

“So pretty.” The praise fell from your lips with ease.

Nancy’s eyes slid shut as she took in a deep inhale through her nose.

You slipped one of your hands lower on her ass until your fingers grazed her panty-clad core.

“You still smell like her.” Nancy whined as her pretty blue eyes connected with your’s.

You hummed in acknowledgment a slick smirk gracing your swollen lips. “Yeah? How about we change that then?” You mumbled.

Nancy met you with a smirk of her own, her eyes full of jealousy and something more carnal. The brunette stepped off of your lap and gestured with her eyes for you to get on the floor.

You slid from your seat until your ass met the oak flooring of your apartment. You leaned back against the foot of your sofa and rested your head on the cushions with a lazy smirk.

Nancy rolled her eyes as she slid her wet panties down her legs before stepping forward, her legs on either side of your body. When she was within reach your hands found the back of her thighs as she bunched up the skirt of her dress, her knees pressing into the couch cushion on either side of your head as you let your mouth fall open practically drooling at the sight of her slick cunt pretty and pink as she gripped the back of the couch with one hand. The other moved to lace her fingers through your hair tugging you into position and forcing a moan from your lips as you stuck your tongue out just in time for her wet cunt to meet your open mouth.

A desperate moan left the brunette's lips as she began riding your face, fuelled by her own possessiveness. She wasn’t polite about it, she was using you for her own pleasure and you were loving every second of it as her pussy rubbed against your tongue.

You stiffened the wet muscle and penetrated her with practiced ease causing her grip to tighten in your hair as her back arches. “Oh! Fuck!” She cried out as you curled your tongue to brush against the rough patch inside of her.

You placed your hands on her lower and mid back for support as she arched into your tongue. You licked and slurped up everything she had to offer until her thighs were trembling against your ears, her moans shaky and desperate as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably the closer you worked her toward the edge.

You opened your eyes to get a good look at her and what you saw made your eyes roll back as a groan rumbled from your chest up your throat.

She was perfection if you ever saw it, her slight frame flushed from her chest up, her lip caught temptingly between her teeth. Her head leaned against her forearm, her stomach clenched over and over whenever you brought your tongue out of her entrance and laved her clit. her chest heaved as she tossed her head back letting out a loud moan as she tugged on your hair again her eyes rolling back, your name rolling off her tongue.

“mine.” you heard her whisper as her fingers scratched soothingly at your scalp realizing how tightly she had been gripping the strands. You rolled your eyes and pressed your mouth into her harder just to hear her breath leave her lungs.

She didn’t disappoint. a gasp caught in her throat as she felt you suck her clit into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. “… god. you’re too good at this…” She whimpered breathlessly.

You hummed in acknowledgement of what she said, the buzz sent a shiver down her spine. “…oh, please!” She whimpered.

You smirked, realizing just how close to the edge she actually was. She got like this, needy and pleading the closer she got to cumming. It was your favorite part. a privilege to experience, even more of a privilege to make fun of afterwards.

The way her cheeks would flush red as she put her head down hiding behind her hair and tried to kick or slap at you to get you to stop.. Or better yet, when she’d bother you too much in one day while you’re out with her usual group of friends. Then when you went to make fun of her sounds, her whimpers, she’d flush like a firetruck, immediately shriek, and slap a hand over your mouth, or chest whatever was in reach really while scolding you and telling you to ‘cut it out.’

You were distracted. You knew she could tell, she’s always been perceptive in that way.

You gasped at the feeling of a harsh tug on your hair. pain emanating down your spine, pleasure boiling in your core.

“Focus, please.” Nancy demanded breathlessly.

Her eyes dark and desperate, her eyebrows pinched.

You nodded and did as she asked. You tilted your head back and slipped your tongue into her entrance again letting the brunette use her canting hips and your nose to stimulate her clit while you focused on massaging her walls and lapping straight from the fountain.

“Oh!” She cried, her face scrunching in the way that it only does when she was on the brink. You could do this all night long, you were in your own little piece of heaven, just surrounded by everything Nancy.

She tasted like peaches, everything about her sweet like syrup and bitter like liquor. Entirely intoxicating. You pulled out again and lapped at her folds shifting from flicking to sucking at her swollen pink clit, your fingers plunging into her in one smooth motion the mixture of her arousal and your saliva making her walls slick and forgiving despite the abrupt intrusion.

She cried out. her thighs trembled as her hand slapped against the couch cushion before her fingers tightened around the material gripping at it for dear life. her spine curled into a perfect arch that you wished you could see but you settled for trailing the fingers of your unoccupied hand down the indent of her spine.

Your fingers scissored inside of her stretching her and brushing against her walls demandingly. Her pussy stuttered against your face, and pulsed around your fingers. tightening, impossibly so.

you sucked and licked at her cunt so perfectly, your fingers stretching her just how she liked. “I’m c-close.” She breathed softly as her thighs trembled along with her words.

Her voice was soft like rain and hot like a sauna when it hit your ears.

you shifted your arm from behind her. her knees dug deeper into the sofa cushions as she rode your face like it was her job. your hand slipped beneath her dress to rub at her abdomen, crawl across her waist and up her ribs before settling on her breast. your long fingers slipped beneath the cup of her bra and caught her nipple between your middle and ring finger rolling it as you gripped at her breast.

Nancy’s hand shot up to cup your hand in her own over the material of her dress and bra keeping your hand firmly in place her fingers squeezing atop yours forcing your own pliable hand to do the same underneath hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she rolled her hips over your face harder and faster. “Oh- fuck.” her voice trembled and pitched.

You moaned at the telltale signs of her release coming to a head. her walls clamping around your fingers hot and dripping onto your cheeks and chin, her demanding hold on your hand that was gripping her breast, her panting breaths and arched spine, her soft breathy moans that you knew would turn feral and heated any second now.

You curled your fingers precisely inside of her as you pulled them out only to shove them back in. her walls clamped around you. Your forearm strained as did her voice. she let out an abrupt, loud, and whiny moan.

“Fuck! Right there!” She panted between moans of your name.

as your fingers kept hitting that same spot your tongue flicked and sucked at her clit. Nancy rocked her hips desperately as her moans grew in volume and succession, your name falling from her lips frantic and hot.

Your eyes widened as her’s slid shut her jaw dropping and her hand coming to grip the back of your head pressing you closer to her. Your eyes are dark. her scent is heady and intoxicating just like her taste. Your fingers are drenched and slipping in and out with no resistance. you were utterly enraptured. Held.

When her head tilted forward and her eyes fluttered open, crossed at first, before they focused on your own. Her baby blues hazy and wide as her lips opened in a demand. “More.”

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure before you pulled your fingers out of her slipping your third finger in by itself to get it wet. Her pussy welcomed it easily. You meddled inside of her before slipping the finger out as her grip tightened in your hair, her patience running thin as it usually did. you shoved three fingers inside of her slowly but firmly filling her. scissoring them to create enough space in her grasping molten heat.

She gasped her eyebrows scrunching up her cheeks flushed her lips swollen and red from her chewing on them.

“Like that?” You asked smugly.

Nancy nodded frantically before removing her hands from your hair and trailing them down your face before shoving two fingers into your ajar lips. Your eyes squeeze shut as you gag slightly at the intrusion, her slender fingers pressing down on your tongue.

You toss your head back and relax your throat as she begins fucking her fingers in and out of your mouth at the same time you are filling her pussy with three of yours. “mine.” she whispered possessively as her gaze held yours

You fuck into her harder your fingers curling and stretching almost wildly as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on her dainty fingers. Nancy groaned, her stomach clenching and unclenching.

You nipped at her fingers when her eyes fluttered shut drawing her gaze back to yours. “I-ungh…” She interrupts herself with a grunt as the sensations overwhelm her your cheeks hollowing around her fingers as she pins your tongue down. or so she thought until your tongue twitched before sliding between her fingers and around each one over and under, “fuck, you’re talented.” she panted as your fingers kept up their rough pace while your tongue laved at her digits.

You smirked curling your fingers inside of her sopping wet pussy harshly and repeatedly causing the brunette to quake and tremble her fingers hastily slipping out of your mouth as her pussy came to rest back over your lips her saliva slick fingers reached down to part her folds for you in a ‘v’ as she settled her clit back on your tongue shakily. You then watched her hesitate before taking the fingers into her own mouth. You groaned against her cunt your own hips arching up at the erotic display as you sucked her clit between your lips and pounded your fingers into her spot over and over until she was a moaning, grunting mess.

Repeated pleas fell from her lips alongside your name. mumbled around her own fingers before she slipped them from her mouth and gripped the head of the couch as her high crashed through her, she stiffened atop you, still and silent, her jaw slackened, her fingers turned white from the force of her grip on the cushion her other hand fell back to your head to hold you in place. She swayed as she finally cried out. her back arched, she pressed her pussy further into your mouth, and her thighs threatened to clamp around your head like a vice. Then came the shivers. her jaw clenched shut again as she all but growled out her ecstasy. she picked her movements back up her hips canting wantonly against your face painting you in her slick, filthy and divine.

The shivers wracked her body. like rain to the surface of the ocean she trembled with each flick of your tongue against her clit, gasping and whining when your suction never let up. The grip in your hair began to pull, attempting to separate you from what you deemed to be your own life force. you slipped your fingers from her hot cunt, covered in her cum wrinkled and wet to the touch, and wrapped your arms around her thighs like a vice pinning her to your face as you gathered your own limbs beneath you.

You planted your sneakers firmly into the hardwood before carefully flipping your positions so the brunette could rest against the couch. you pulled away for a mere second and smirked devilishly up at her before you let your eyes fall to her swollen pink cunt. her clit twitched under your scrutiny.

Relief crossed your lover's face as you pulled away to examine her. her slender fingers stroking through your hair affectionately. Her relief was short-lived as was her affection.

You let your tongue fall out of your mouth and lapped at the bundle of nerves as Nancy tried to squirm away, her voice whiny and high pitched as she spoke your name.

“…Baby, please. I can’t—”

You wouldn’t hear it. You took the fingers that had been inside of her and shoved them into her mouth pressing down on her tongue much like she did to you minutes ago. A glint in your eye that projected your bad intentions.

Her eyes squeezed shut as her throat tightened around the tips of your manicured digits as she spluttered and gagged. you settled your supporting fingers around her jaw as you lapped at her cunt with a flat tongue. You began to slowly thrust the fingers in and out of her swollen pink lips at a steady pace groaning as she finally caught up to your actions and began sucking on the fingers as you lapped at her cunt and thighs cleaning her up. when you finished you pulled away kneeling at her feet and rested your head against her thigh as you brought the digits out of her mouth and to your own smirking around them as you sucked her saliva and what was left of her arousal from your fingers like you just finished a feast.

“Oh god.”

You removed the fingers from your mouth and ran them down your neck before letting your hand fall limply to your own thigh. you rested against her until she came back down to earth and she… she watched, observantly as a lazy smile graced your face and your red eyes slid shut your cheeks smeared with her arousal, your chin dripping with it. “What do I smell like now?” You asked opening one eye as your peered up at the brunette before rising to your full stature only to bend at the waist and hover, no, loom over her letting your scent waft towards her as you adjusted her thighs till they were closed and fixed her dress. You straddled Nancy carefully, your long arms boxing her in on the plush sofa.

Nancy wrapped her arms around your neck to draw you in for a kiss but you stopped short tilting your head forty-five degrees your eyes dark and warm as you gazed at the brunette expectantly.

She rolled her eyes as her fingers played with the baby hairs at the back of your neck. She leaned forward and grazed her nose against the skin of your neck.

You couldn’t fight the shiver that ran through you at the feeling of her breath on your skin, her nose warm from her flush as it grazed against your sensitive skin.

Nancy sniffed softly only smelling herself the vanilla perfume of the stranger, a mere basis of your now pleasant musk. The brunette sighed, contentedly pecking the skin before leaning back to slouch against the couch with satisfaction written across her features. She smiled softly before a giggle bubbled up in her throat.

“You smell like sex.” She breathed her voice airy and raspy from all the noise making.

You smirked and cupped her jaw drawing her into an affectionate kiss tonguing her down before releasing her and stepping off the couch. “Shower?”

“Not just yet. C’mere.” Nancy pouted, making ‘grabby’ hands at you causing you to chuckle as you settled beside her and let her crawl into your lap burying her face in your neck.

You sighed content to rest here with her for a moment… but you should’ve known. You should’ve seen the possession still lingering in her gaze. but you didnt, so when her lips sealed around your throat and her teeth dug sharply into the skin, when she applied strong suction to the front of your neck just beside your windpipe you were caught off guard and consequently you grew lightheaded.

“Ah!” you cried out as she marked your skin harshly.

You felt her lips pull up in what you could only assume was pride as she muffled her pleasure at the sound she drew from your throat with another love bite just centimeters removed from the last.

You gripped her hips hard, letting her work through her possession and insecurities in her own way, not complaining once as she stripped you and marked your entire torso with constellations of her claim over you.

You patted the spot next to you as you stared up at Lorraine. She eyed the cement cautiously before sitting next to you a few feet away. You chuckled at the distance she forced between the two of you but made no move to get closer as you turned and brought your knees up with your ankles crossed your elbows locking them into place as you held your wrist with one hand. “Where are you from?” You asked.

Lorraine’s eyes widened at that before her eyes darted to her cowboy boots. “Houston. I only left for school.” her accent was prominent at the mention of her home.

“So you like it out there?” You asked as you eyed her.

Lorraine shrugged. “It’s home. It’s familiar.”

You hummed. “Well, I’m from here, Austin.”

Lorraine nodded at the new information, Though she didn’t need it she deduced you were from here just by the unavoidable slow drawl you had when you were relaxed into the conversation.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you tilted your head back to look at the sky, it had rained in the days leading up to this party so the smoke cleared up enough to see the bright stars in the clear sky, though the streetlamp that lit up the highpoints of your face made your jawline appear even sharper than it was and Lorraine’s eyes were drawn to it taking in your every feature and freckle as you awed at the stars above you.

“Do you always stare this much?” you asked as you tilted your head slightly and let your eyes fall back on the brunette. Lorraine looked down at that playing with her fingers before they came up to twiddle with the cross around her neck.

You sighed and tilted your head back up towards the stars. “Swallow.” You broke the silence seconds later. “I can’t see another way, we are born into feeling blue, just tell me I’m burning out. I know every word is true.” you sang your voice raspy and cracking as Lorraine hung on your every word her racing heart slowing at the soothing tone of your voice.

“Older and older the voice of wasted youth has never been so loud, over and over like powder in the barrel pushing deeper down.” You cleared your throat tilting your head down towards the earth glaring at your shoes. “Give up, swallow it whole, let go. Swallow it all come on. Swallow it all.” Your voice wavered this time from emotion and Lorraine could see as much, her heart ached for you, her mind wondered about you, about your past, about your future, about what was running through your head, here in the present that had you so choked up.

“And now rise and now repeat, ‘we deserve everything we own.’ The long road to transience the tightrope between our bones,” You clenched your jaw and coughed to relieve the tension in your throat before you sighed and turned to gaze at Lorraine who held your gaze this time.

“Every other step is met with vicious eyes. Strangers and lo—”

“Lorraine! What are you doing?”

Your head whipped over to the interruption and you chewed on your cheek at the sight of a sweaty and flushed RJ. A red solo cup wasin his hand as he glared at you narrowing his eyes before grabbing the woman by her dainty wrist and dragging her up and away from you as if you were a poisonous plant. You rolled your eyes and stood up dusting your jeans off as he rambled in Lorraine’s face about something. You brushed past him purposefully as you headed up to the front door. He muttered a curse under his breath as he stumbled and glared after you.

You re-entered the party smirking as a girl you were familiar with, Riley, greeted you at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Hey, rockstar! Your set was amazing!” She swayed on her feet slightly stumbling into you as some frat boy brushed past her. You glared in his direction before she cupped your cheeks drawing your attention back to her. “A group of us were about to play Truth or Dare, you up for it?” She asked hopefully as her thumbs caressed your face.

“Sure, Let me grab a drink first.” You go to stepped away before you were dragged back in by your face, a cup of spiked punch being held over your shoulder by those same red nails from earlier you tilted your head back and bent at the knees opening your mouth for her to pour the drink down your throat.

You took it all down before wiping the excess from the corner of your lips and turned to Bobby-Lynne who was beaming at you cheering and hooking her arm in yours before Riley began dragging you toward the den where multiple people were sitting in a circle including Lorraine, RJ, Maxine, Jackson, Ozzy, Alex, and Vinny. Wayne was also there but he was ranting about how he was too old to participate in such childish games and you agreed. You couldn’t fathom how or why the professor was even allowed to be here with Maxine, his student, in his lap. But you looked the other way. As did most of the people here.

You sat down on the floor resting your back between Bobby-Lynne’s legs as she played with your hair. You leaned your head into her lap as you rested your hand on Riley’s thigh stroking it as Bobby explained the rules. Essentially if you didn’t do the dare or answer the question you had to drink one shot for the question and two for the dare.

Lorraine was next to RJ who was glaring at you for some odd reason. Though your gaze was on Lorraine’s legs you couldn’t help but stare at the perfectly tanned skin. “Alright, I’ll start us off.” Jackson shrugged, reaching for the empty wine bottle in the middle of the rug and spinning it. It spun for awhile before landing on Oz.

He sipped his beer as he shifted Billie out of his lap as Jackson asked him Truth or Dare. “Dare.” he slurred easily.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest girl in here.” Jackson shot.

Oz smirked before turning to Billie and meeting her lips in a heated make out, the kiss was sloppy and wet and you had to look away in disgust as tongues began to be swallowed.

“I’ll spin for him.” You mumbled as their kiss didn’t break. You leaned forward letting your arm fall from it’s resting place and spun the bottle. it spun for a few seconds before landing on Jackson. “Truth or Dare?”

Jackson pondered as he sipped straight from a bottle of hennessy. “Dare.” You rolled your eyes.

after a few seconds of pondering you smirked mischievously as Vinny passed you the half-empty bottle of jack daniels. you took a swig of the honey flavored whiskey before taking hold of Bobby-Lynne’s ankle and removing her pink heel from one foot pouring a cap full of whiskey on the limb before gesturing towards it with a daring look in your eye as you moved away from your position between her legs settling into the space between Delilah’s. “Lick it off.”

Bobby giggled as Jackson crawled forward and took her ankle in his hand and Licking the Whiskey from her foot with a flat tongue as the group seemed to rile up RJ leaning forward to watch the act with intensity.

Your eyes drifted to Lorraine as you ignored the wet smacking and sucking sounds to your right. Delilah’s fingers caressed your neck wrapping around it as you held Lorraine’s gaze an unrecognizable look in your eyes before letting your attention be drawn away by Delilah’s gentle tilt of your chin upwards as she leaned forward and placed her lips on yours effectively making out with you upside down while her fingers stroked over your neck she tasted of weed and tequila and it was intoxicating as you laved your tongue over hers.

You pulled away when you heard the bottle spinning again your lips swollen and wet, your eyes half-lidded as your gaze fell back on Lorraine’s whose eyes were now locked intensely on the bottle that landed on you.

You chuckled. “Truth.”

Jackson smirked mischievously. “Tell the truth, how many people at this party have you slept with?” He asked purposely stirring the pot.

You lolled your head back into Riley’s lap as Oz, Vinny, Alex, and Bobby-Lynne snorted. You held up the bottle of Jack and pressed it to your lips gulping a few times feeling light in the head as Jackson ‘booed’ and gave you a thumbs down.

You shrugged and spun the bottle on the rug. It slowed to a stop on RJ. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” He replied with a slur. You sighed and inhaled deeply.

“I dare you to… show Lorraine your search history.” You smirked devilishly.

His eyes widened as he nearly choked on his beer.

“What?! Dude, no!”

You raised your eyebrows, a smug look taking over your face as he sputtered out his denial. you leaned back into delilah tilting your head back as you chuckled mischievously.

“Well, what’s in your search history?” Lorraine softly asked. The southern lilt in her voice was prominent as ever as she leaned forward to eye RJ holding his phone out of reach tucking it into his pocket as he leans forward to grab the bottle of Hennessy from jackson and tossing his head back as he swallows down a couple of big gulps.

You smirk as he goes green in the face before he can even set the bottle down. Next thing you know he’s clambering over people to get to the restroom so he can puke everything that went down, back up.

Ozzy was dying of laughter while leaning forward to punch your shoulder.

Lorraine looked slightly concerned and she was chewing on her thumb nail. She stopped biting her finger and leaned forward to spin the bottle. You gulped as it landed on you, you sat up straighter.

“Truth or dare?” Lorraine asked with a daring look in her eye.

You held her gaze pondering her question. “Truth.” You answered with your voice wavering.

She rolled her eyes before she leaned back in her seat only to lean forward again a moment later. “Tell the truth, what made you want to study film.

Oz trilled his lips and leaned back into Billie mumbling, “Boring,” under his breath.

Your gaze shot to him glaring harshly as you clenched your jaw. “Shut up, asshole.” You chided before turning your attention back to Lorraine. “Uh, why does anyone study film? I love movies and I want to be apart of making them.”

“Honey, if that were the case you would’ve never went to college.” Bobby-Lynne teased

“Yeah, from what I’ve heard you’ve been making movies since you turned eighteen.” Jackson chuckled.

“You’ve made movies?” Lorraine perked up her gaze never leaving yours even as snorts and chuckles erupted around the room.

You couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up as Delilah ran her fingers through your hair tugging slightly at the strands as she separated the tangles in your curls. “Uh…” You trailed off.

“What kind of films do you make?” Lorraine pressed. Her gaze lingered on the hispanic woman’s fingers running through your hair.

Riley buried her face in Bobby-Lynne’s neck as she laughed at the innocence of the latina.

Ozzy cackled out loud, and you, for once, became a bit timid as you sighed, eyeing the bottle of jack as you chewed on your cheek.

“What is everyone laughing for?”

Alex sighed softly before patting Lorraine’s knee and meeting your gaze, a soft look in her eye, offering to bail you out. You nodded in her direction and she leaned up on her knees before climbing into the spot on the sofa that RJ once occupied. “They make…” Alex paused trying to figure out how to word it. “...adult films.”

You pursed your lips into a tight smile as Lorraine looks from Alex to you with wide eyes. Bobby-Lynne perks up. “They’re good at ‘em too.” Bobby-Lynne winked teasingly at the petite brunette as Riley lifts her face out of the pale woman’s neck and nods approvingly at the comment.

“Is that right?” Lorraine asked you as her gaze shifted between the two women behind you who seemed to be in on something that Lorraine hadn’t had the chance to experience. Her eyes fell back on you expectantly.

“I’m decent.” You shrugged nonchalantly, though deep down you were vibrating with anxiety.

“Don’t be humble.” Riley teased as she ruffled your hair. “They are well past decent.”

Bobby nodded along as she eyed the latina curiously watching her reaction, noticing the way Lorraine shifted forward in her seat. “Especially with their tongue,” the bleach blonde added on— her thighs clenching at the memory.

“Mhm, they have this thing they–”

“Wait.” Lorraine shut her eyes, shaking her head as she tried to process the information. “You two have…” she trailed off as she pointed between Bobby-Lynne and you.

You shut your eyes and bowed your head, your hair falling in your face to shadow your features as the two women behind you laid your cards on the table.

“Oh, doll. Not just me, her too.” Bobby gestured to Riley who was subtly rubbing your thigh soothingly with her bare foot.

You peaked through your hair trying to catch Lorraine’s reaction as Ozzy kicked at your boot.

Maxine smirks, “Look they’re getting all shy over there. ‘Woe is me my little church mouse knows I’m a good fuck.’” She mocked your sulking.

You groaned.

“Alright, alright. Leave ‘em alone.” Alex defended standing up and moving over to spin the bottle.

You watched the vodka bottle spin as you kept your head down, an unpleasant feeling burning in your chest. It spun for a handful of seconds as the snickers and laughs died down before you sighed and rose to your feet stretching your long legs. “This is boring. I’m out.” You trashed before walking off towards the kitchen. You stepped over a few people and brushed past a few more as you headed straight for the bar, snatching a fresh bottle of whiskey off the counter and uncapping it. you tossed it back and gulped it down with practiced ease loving the burn down your throat that settled in the pit of your stomach with each gulp. You figured alcohol poisoning rather embarrassing so you set the bottle down and wiped at your lips with your sleeve tossing your head back and leaning against the bar.

“Hey, you okay?” You couldn’t envision that soft tone belonging to anyone else.

“I’m alright Lorraine.”You sighed running a hand through your hair before looking down at the dainty brunette. “Are you?”

“I’m fine.” The latina hesitated. “I was worried about you.” She scanned your face, her eyes soft and full of concern, her fingers twitching at her sides.

You chuckled dryly. “Worried?”

Lorraine nodded.

You hummed at that eyeing the brunette intensely. “Aren’t you a sweet little thing?”

The Latina looked taken aback, her eyes widening as her cheeks heated up. She opened her mouth to speak as she took a step backwards.

“I’m not little.”

You smirked and shook your head at her petulant response. “Okay, You’re not little.”

Lorraine, used to being teased about her short stature and soft features perks up at the respect you grace her with, something she doesn’t get shown often. In fact the look in your half-lidded eyes spoke for itself. Nothing behind them but amusement, admiration. Your gaze was intense and unwavering as you smirked that boyish smirk.

“Are you staring at my lips?” You asked, rather abruptly.

Lorraine looked away for a moment, her cheeks heating up even further. “You have a nice smile.” she whispered beneath her breath.

You tilted your head as you eyed her, unable to hear what she mumbled. “Huh?”

Lorraine met your gaze hesitantly, her lips falling open just about to respond when you heard glass shatter and raised voices as well as a few shrill squeals, the only thing missing…

“Fight!” You heard Ozzy bellow. Your eyes widened as you dropped the bottle on the counter and rushed towards the living room.

You pushed through the crowd of people and seen Ozzy and Vinny throwing volatile punches at a couple of frat boys as the women moved out of the way you pressed forward at the sight of vinny leaking blood from his cheekbone and a cut on his nose as he was tugged away from one frat boy by another. You lunged forward with your hands shaking until you clenched them into fists and jumped over the frat boy on the floor to get to the one who was wailing on Vinny. You cocked your fist back without a second thought landing a heavy jab to the guy’s jaw. everything and everyone else faded into the background as you fought alongside your boys.

You were tackled to the floor, the crunch of glass heard under the frat boy’s sneakers as he threw punch after punch at your chest and collar. You blocked your face with your forearms and shifted your weight wiggling under the punches raining down on your body, good news you couldn’t feel a thing, bad news, you’d feel it tomorrow.

The man was visibly nearly double your weight and his punches were heavy but sloppy and slow. You managed to free your leg from his straddling position and locked it over his before doing the same with the other locking your legs behind his knees before shifting your weight effectively flipping your positions with a practiced torque of your hips. You took advantage of the shift and began throwing heavy punches at his face until blood was smeared across your fists and splattered across your clothes and face. Next thing you know you are being tugged off the guy and falling back to the floor once again as Vinny steps in to kick at the guy's rib cage. Alex helps you up by your armpits. You thank her and go to lunge at the guy who looked ready to smash a glass bottle over Ozzy’s head.

You snatched the bottle from his hand.Just as the sound of sirens pierced your ears. “Police!” You yelled. Oz and Vinny jumped up and gathered their things as well as their women and pushed through the crowd to run out the backdoor. You looked around for a second and caught sight of Lorraine under Bobby-Lynne’s arm as Alex tugged at your wrist. Pulling you towards the exit.

You tore your mask and gown off with a smirk after another successful transplant surgery. You glanced up to the gallery and your smirk instantly dropped, your eyebrows scrunched as you headed to the sinks to scrub out. Your eyes locked on an anxious looking Millin who looked a moment from hurling herself off a building.

It had been a while since you last spent time with her. She had found what was apparently the girl of her dreams and had had tunnel vision ever since. Something you respected. You fell back and focused on your work. But when you looked at her now you knew something was terribly wrong.

You exited the scrub room and made your way to the Attendings’ Lounge. Your shift ending soon. You decided to take the moment to undress and wind down. You were in the middle of changing. Your scrub top was in your work bag waiting to be taken to your apartment to wash and you were buttoning up your jeans – only wearing your black bra – when Jules slipped quietly inside the room, eyes red and puffy. She paced back and forth for a moment.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked your voice soft with concern in that way that made the mahogany-haired woman’s stomach churn and heart warm.

She stopped pacing, her eyes trailed from your socks to your abs and further up to your face. She seemed stuck in time, a tear slipping down her cheek that made you drop the black long-sleeve you were about to don and pull her towards you by her arms. Your thumbs swiping the tears from her cheeks, a pit sinking into your gut. You questioned more insistently, “What’s wrong Jules?”

She attempted to pull away from your touch but you refused to let her.You cupped her cheeks attempting to draw her stormy brown eyes to your own – she refused to yield. “Hey, don’t do that. You came to me for a reason. Talk to me. I want to help,” You whispered patiently, tenderly.

Jules didn’t want that right now. She shoved your chest harshly making you stumble backwards nearly falling over an end table. Your lips parted in shock.

“Jules.” You mumble and she wiped her tears with her palms. A deep breath and more silence…Your jeans sagged on your hips as you waited.

“Just… don’t.”

You nodded slowly. She still couldn’t meet your gaze.

“She left.” Jules spat through gritted teeth like she was in physical pain and your expression instantly slacked from confusion as the realization dawned on you.

“Wait… Yasuda sh–”

Jules runs her fingers through her hair as more tears breach her stormy irises that still refused to meet yours.

“Fuck.” You mumbled knowing the brunette well enough to know if you dared showed an ounce of pity she would run and never look back.

“Yeah.”

The door to the attendings’ lounge swung open in that moment and you grunted as Millin shrunk in on herself. You brushed past her and glared at Dr. Ndugu, pushed a hand against his chest, and forced him out of the room as he protested.

You walked back to your locker and pulled your long-sleeve over your head before wrapping your jacket around Jules’ shoulders. You snatched your bag up and pulled your shoes onto your feet, then you wrapped a strong arm around her waist and guided her out of the lounge. Her head hung, her footsteps unsteady.

You bypassed families and coworkers alike not even chancing a greeting as you guided her out of the hospital and into your old F-150. You opened the passenger door and practically lifted her into the truck, tugged the seatbelt over her trembling frame and shut the door. You climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled out of the parking lot carefully.

Five minutes into the drive she began sniffling. Five minutes after that the silence of the road was replaced by the sound of her heavy sobs. Your jaw has set by the time you pull up to your apartment. You shut off the engine and slouched into your seat. Gazing at her as she sobbed and after a while you opened your arms offering a shoulder.

She glanced at you teary-eyed and sniffling to keep her nose from running. The sleeve of your jacket over her mouth to muffle the sobs that tore through her and you draped your arm over her shoulders. She scoots into you leaning towards you sliding across the bench seat until her head is resting on top of your thigh her tears seeped through the denim as you rubbed her shoulder and back soothingly.

“Let it out.” You whispered.

She sobbed harder burying her face into the denim of your jeans as you moved to pull the elastic from her hair and stroke your fingers through it. “I’ve got you.”

“She left me!” She cried out.

“I know. I know.”

An hour later the sobbing seemed to recede and Jule’s phone was blowing up with texts from her friends wondering where she was. You watched as she held down the power button and turned her phone off.

“Let’s go inside. I’ll heat you up some leftovers and we’ll watch a horror movie.”

Jules rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I don’t need coddling, I need something hard.”

You smirked at the unintentional innuendo.

Her face scrunched in disgust and she smacked your chest. “Not! Like that!”

She groaned. You laughed warmly. “Ouch.”

“Don’t be a baby. I just meant Tequila.”

You nodded as you climbed out of the truck and she followed, wiping her face with the sleeve of your jacket. Her nose, eyes, and cheeks rosy. “I don’t keep that shit in my house, it tastes like cayenne pepper and bad decisions.” You shiver at the memories as Jules groans loudly and drags her feet.

“I have whiskey though.” You informed as you walk up the steps and open the door to your apartment building.

“That’ll do, I guess.”

You nodded as you walked up the flight of stairs with the brunette in tow. You finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door. You dropped your bag and kicked off your shoes, setting them on the rack. Calmly, you made your way to the cupboard reaching up to the top shelf. You pulled down the large three-quarters full bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Jules sighed and leaned against your kitchen island shoes having tracked in mud but you’re too focused to care. You opened the bottle and poured two glasses to which Millin snatched them both and downed the sickly sweet liquid inside. You gaped in shock and chuckled as she grimaced and wiped her lips. You poured more into the glasses and snatched the second one before she could get her hands on it. You took a breath in and clinked your glass against hers. You tapped the glass on the counter and breathed out, tossed it back with her and inhaled slowly– shivering in disgust.

Jules smirked. “Pussy.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to the fridge to pull out the leftover fried chicken and homemade mac and cheese.

“How do you find time to cook?” The brunette asked as she poured herself another glass.

“Day off.” You mumbled with a smirk as you pressed the buttons on the microwave to heat the food and moved to the fridge to grab a Powerade.

You slid the bottle of blue electrolytes to her. “Electrolytes with your liquor?”

Jules rolled her eyes and twisted the cap open begrudgingly taking a sip. You nodded approvingly and headed to your bedroom to get undressed. You sighed as you tugged your shirt over your head and unbuttoned your jeans letting them fall, still stained with the brunette’s tears.

You stood confidently in your boxer-briefs and bra taking a breath and a moment to yourself. You were shedding your boxers and pulling up a pair of thin pajama pants when Jules walked in with her thumb pointing to the kitchen her eyes instantly falling on your limp dick.

You cursed and turned your back on instinct.

Her spluttering halted as she tilted her head and smirked at the ink scribbled across the back of your thigh, “Is that a tattoo?”

You hurriedly pulled the pajama pants up and tied them securely. “What did you need?”

You asked ignoring the heat in your cheeks and ears.

“What does it say?” She asks referring to the tattoo on the back of your thigh just below the curve of your glute.

You groaned and brushed past her hearing the microwave beep. “Your dinner is done.”

You tried to brush her off but she didn’t let you. She followed you into the kitchen and poured herself another glass as you grabbed her a fork and slid the tupperware to her.

“I won’t eat until you tell me what it says. I will starve myself, I swear.”

You roll her eyes at her tipsy dramatics. “Fine. It says ‘Pleasure Over Matter.’”

Jules snorts before keeling over laughing and you smirk embarrassed but glad to see her smiling. You just watch her with a soft look in your eyes. “Now eat your food. You know you want it.”

“You are so… full of yourself, my god!” She cackled.

You rolled your eyes and picked up the fork, stabbing some elbow noodles and held it to her lips. “Eat.”

She takes a bite and moans softly before taking the fork and digging in. “Am i drunk already or are you a good cook?”

You smirk. “Both.”

You watched her eat and poured yourself another glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. You stuck your tongue out and made a noise of distaste. Jules eats slowly but surely and taps her glass for you to top her off. You do. She downed it, took a pointed sip of Powerade and went back to eating as you screwed the cap on the bottle and placed it in your freezer to the brunette’s disappointment.

“Come on.” You mutter and guide her to your living room as she eats. You turn on the tv and let her pick a horror movie as you sink into the cushion of your couch beside her. She settles on Scream, one of her favorites.

You sit through most of the movie together. She finishes eating and sips at the Powerade you gave her and she turns to look at you. “How are things with you and Dr. Shepherd?”

You press your lips together and turn away from the gorey movie to hold her gaze. “Uh… nonexistent. I don’t accept that type of betrayal as something to move past.”

Jules nodded slowly. “So you two are over? Like for good? How can you walk away that easily?”

You snorted. “You just walk away and don’t look back.”

Jules nodded slowly again. The alcohol made her slow to process. “Is it that easy?”

You scan her face and realize hastily she’s conflating her situation with Yasuda to your’s. “Hey, she’s a fool for leaving you. Don’t get me wrong, grief makes people do stupid things they wouldn’t necessarily do… but.. You didn’t betray her. You did nothing wrong. She simply walked away. And that might be what she needed… that doesn’t reflect on you, Jules. That reflects on her. You deserve all the love in the world. Someone who will see it through with you. Not that half-in half-out bullshit you usually settle for. She’s going through a lot and she made the choice to deal with that on her own and abandoned you in the process. That’s the facts of the situation. Focus on the facts, don't draw conclusions, especially ones that mess up your own self worth.”

Jules nodded her eyes tearing up again. “I just.. I feel so..”

You nod slowly. “Hurt?”

She nods and wipes at her eyes. “I thought… we could get through it together. I thought we had something. I just don’t want to think anymore. I shouldn't have ever gotten involved, I should have kept my head down.”

You sigh and pull her towards you by her ankle until her legs are across your lap and you hug her. “Don’t shame yourself. There’s no shame in… falling in love. You’re human.”

“I-I know, but…”

You shush her as she sniffles against your neck. “There is no but. You lead with your heart that was brave. Not stupid.”

Jules fell silent sniffling over the screams that echoed from your flatscreen. You held her together and kissed the top of her head and she leaned into you. She looked teary-eyed and dejected and you pouted, bringing a hand to her cheek. She leans into your touch and you clench your jaw as she gives you a certain look, her gaze darkening as she leans upwards her lips parting slightly. You rest your forehead against hers.

“Are you sure?”

She responds silently by bringing a soft hand to the back of your neck, her nails gently biting into the flesh there. You nod slowly and lean in to capture her lips. You stop just before they meet. “You won’t hate me for this?”

Jules pulls back to catch your eye. “Shut up.” She mumbled and captured your lips roughly with her own and you melted– kissing her back with a certain reservation. While she… she was rough with you because she knew you could handle it. Handle her. That’s what she wanted…to be handled. And handled well.

She bites down on your lip and straddles your lap as she forces her tongue into your mouth and you suck on it causing her to groan and pull away only to dive back in– her hands trailed over the lace of your bra and down your clenched abdomen.

You dragged your lips away from hers and along the edge of her jaw to catch your breath. You smirked and licked her pulse point sucking lightly before moving on. The brunette shrugged your jacket off her lithe frame and pulled her scrub top over her head.

You licked your lips as she cupped your cheeks before dragging your head forward so that your swollen lips grazed against the tops of her breast. You kissed the skin languidly feeling her heart pound under your lips as you reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand.

She chuckled as you smirked devilishly and pulled the straps down her arms until you were able to toss the constrictive garment aside. “You’re so smooth with that.”

“Practice makes perfect.” You mumbled before sucking one of her rosy pink nipples into your mouth laving your tongue over the peak as you massaged the other. She grinded down on your abs as your mouth world her eyes on your face as she pushed your hair out of your way.

You switched to her other breast as she grabbed your free hand and untied her scrub bottoms before shoving it inside. YOu moaned against her breast as you cupped her wet cunt over her panties before pushing them aside. She gasped as your fingers gently traced her clit.

You rubbed the bundle of nerves languidly trailing your fingers further until you could swipe some of the slick from her entrance up against her button. Jules' hips jerked and her head fell backwards. “Fuck. Please.”

You released her nipple–a string of your spit connecting you to her breast still. You cupped her jaw and dragged her lips back down to yours as you plunged a single finger into her entrance swirling it around. She moaned into your mouth her arms wrapped around your neck as you swirled your tongue over hers.

You nibbled her lower lip as you curled your finger. She pulled away with a whine– her clit dragging over the heel of your palm. You knew what she wanted before she even asked plunging a second finger inside her tight, wet heat. She groaned and let her forehead rest against your’s.

“Feel good?” You smirked as you dragged your fingers through her pussy rubbing against the textured patch just inside her entrance.

Her back arched as she whimpered and grinded her clit harder against your palm. She rolled her hips perfectly to ride your long fingers that reached deeper than anyone else ever could including herself. Her breath fanned against your face and smelled of pure whiskey–how intoxicating. She nodded mindlessly and you chuckled hotly.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck. Yes!” She cried as you scissored your fingers inside her.

You groaned as she tightened around your fingers, more wetness gushing into your palm. You fucked your fingers into her faster in response. You made sure to hook your fingers on every pull to drag against that spot that made her walls clench tighter every time. That spot that made her hold on your wrist tighten and that airy moan spew from her lips. Her face scrunched in pleasure.

“Right there?” You inquired though you knew the answer before she frantically nodded her head in desperation.

You smirked and scissored your fingers inside her. Feeling her walls tighten and her cunt gush in response. The brunette ground her clit against your palm letting out a growled mewl.

“There you go, take what you need.” You whispered and sucked her pink nipple back into your mouth as she rode your fingers frantically.

Jules whined and bounced on your fingers insistently canting her hips forward to rub her clit against your palm over and over. That's when you brought your other hand down and swiped at the bundle of nerves hastily, your fingers slipping on the sheer amount of slick.

You arched your hips up unconsciously seeking attention but remained focused as Jules' breath stuttered. The smell of whiskey filling your senses as she cupped your cheeks and brought your lips to hers her eyes rolling back as her back arched–-with a gush and a breathless whine she came hard all over your hands. Her eyes rolled back and her breath caught as you rubbed her clit and g-spot simultaneously as her walls seized.

The sounds spilling from her lips tasted of pure heaven on your tongue as you pulled away to gaze at her pleasure-overcome features. Her eyebrows drawn together her lips open her jaw tight. Her hips canted wildly chasing the euphoria you helped her achieve until it all came crashing down.

The brunette slackened in your arms. Her breath fanning against your neck, her mahogany tresses tickling your jaw and shoulder as you wiped her slick on her thigh before pulling your hand out of her pants and wrapping her in your arms holding her close. Silence befell the room, the credits of the movie playing in the background as she caught her breath.

Jules shuddered as she was hit with aftershock after aftershock. Her eyes welled up again as the euphoria faded and her reality came crashing back down on her. You heard her sniffle and instantly tightened your arms around her.