Author Note: I have NO freaking Idea why I wrote this. There is not enough ANya and Fiona fics.
The Night of the Meek
I knew it was wrong. But you are super high nothing really matters. I am not sure if she knew I was on my high. I am not really sure if she even cared. All I knew was that she really enjoyed it. I don't really remember everything of that night. But what I do remember was her gasps, her moans, her screams of pleasure. Yes it is pretty cheesy,but it is so real. I have never experience anything like that. And right now, I am at a point in my life were I just want to try everything. And this was something that has been on my list for a very long time.
I can still taste her. She tasted sweet, and a little bit milky. Strange really. But a good strange. Her breast were really soft. I mean really soft, but firm. When I was caressing them. I wanted mine to be just like that. Not too big, not too small, but just right. She had the perfect body. I mean, I love my body. But her body kicks mines' ass any day of the week.
Her lips were really soft. I mean really soft. I remember her placing light kisses on my stomach and on my breast. Then almost butterfly kisses on my neck and collarbone. Which felt amazing. I remember feeling her tongue, as she flicked, kisses and even nibbled a bit. I remember her tongue slipping inside of me, and being replaced by her finger. I remember gasping for air when this happened and being denied that air by her sudden lips meeting mine. And then repeat.
And now, here I am. Feeling like crap. Feeling nauseated and trying to keep quite as possible. Trying to find the rest of my clothes, so I could leave her condo without her knowing. She is knocked out. And I feel like I should be too. If it wasn't for undying urge to get the hell out of here. I would be cuddled up right next to her. But I can't , I have to go. She probably won't remember this. Or she probably won't want to even talk about it. She was at a low point and so was I.