The sun woke him up.

The first thing to come to Tucker's head – before the pounding headache caused by the ridiculous amount of alcohol he had consumed last night – was curse word. That particular curse word was followed by four more curse words and then the headache attacked him. The ache in his head was further aggravated by that one sunbeam that just had to fall perfectly across his closed eyes. He groaned, but that only worsened the pain in his head and made him aware of how cottony his mouth tasted.

And, as he did every time he woke up hung over, he promised himself two things:

He would kill Danny next time he saw him, because this was always Danny's fault, no exceptions.

He was never, ever drinking again. Or at least as much as he did last night.

Tucker sucked in a breath and prepared himself to move. He didn't think that he was going to throw up but that didn't mean he wouldn't – throwing up the morning after always managed to take him by surprise. After a moment of mental preparation, Tucker flipped from his side to his other side, successfully hiding from the early morning light. He moved to bury his head in the second set of pillows that occupied his bed, but that's not what he found as he blindly reached out his arms. Instead, he encountered the warm flesh of another human being.

Surprise and shock filled Tucker, enough to make him open his eyes. He knew alcohol could impair memory, but surely he'd remember bringing someone to bed with him. He focused on the person next to him, the clearly naked person next to him, and the only thing that came to his head was: surely he'd remember bringing his best friend's sister to bed with him.

Undoubtedly, it was Jazz Fenton he was staring at. He knew the orange-red tone of her hair; recognized the halo she'd worn last night to his Halloween party lodged between the pillows and his headboard.

Awake and sending his hangover to the back burner, Tucker maneuvered onto his back, staring up at his ceiling, trying to think back to what had happened the night before.

(-.-)

"This certainly isn't trick-or-treating anymore!" Danny grabbed Tucker by the shoulder, shouting into his ear to be heard over the pulsing sound system.

"Nope!" Tucker grinned, clinking his red plastic cup against his best friend's, "It's so much better!"

"Look at you two idiots," Sam strolled onto the scene, cup in her own hand. "Drunk already."

"I'm not drunk," Danny slurred.

At the same time, Tucker responded, "I'm not too drunk to ignore the fact that you two coordinated costumes. What are you? Forty and married?"

Danny unhooked his arm from around Tucker's shoulders and went to stand by his girlfriend. "What? You don't like the look of the sexy criminal and the sexier cop."

Straight faced, Tucker commented, "It's a sad, sad day when you're sexier than Sam, Danny."

"Whatever," Danny rolled his eyes. "I look good as a cop."

He tipped his police hat and then shined his fake badge, so loving attached to his navy blue uniform, pointedly.

Sam rolled her eyes at him. She was in an uncharacteristically bright colour: inmate orange. That was where the similarities between her costume and a real prisoner's uniform ended. The orange dress was short and low cut, giving a generous glimpse of Sam's cleavage and lace black bra. She had handcuffs double latched onto one wrist, and a ball and chain attached to her ankle.

"I like that addition," Tucker commented, motioning to the ball and chain.

"Thanks," Sam grinned and the responded, acerbically, "It's a metaphor for my relationship."

"Hey!" Danny cried, "You love me."

"Aww, sometimes," Sam admitted, standing on her toes to give her boyfriend a kiss on the lips.

"Gross," Tucker chimed automatically, as if he were a lot less immature than his eighteen years. He took a long drink of the beer in his cup.

"Do you know what's not gross?" Sam asked.

"You not kissing Danny in front of me?" Tucker suggested.

"No," Sam corrected, looking between him and Danny. "Jazz got here just after I did, and she didn't bring The Boyfriend."

The Boyfriend was Kevin Jones, a twenty-three year old aspiring lawyer. He drove the trio nuts, for a list longer than the 5'4 man was tall. They hated him to the point where they picked on him for things beyond his control, like his height and his nasally voice. They hated him because he was constantly looking down his nose at them, because he thought that only thing in the world that mattered was book smarts, and because, when Jazz was around him, he had an amazing ability to make her act the exact same way. Jazz had always been a little pretentious, but nowhere near the degree of pretentiousness that came out when Kevin was in the vicinity.

"Thank God," Danny muttered.

"I'm out of beer," Tucker realized, after trying to take a drink and realizing there was no more liquid in his cup. "I'll see you later."

"Don't get lost!" Sam shouted after him.

"This is myhouse!" Tucker retorted.

He weaved through the crowd of Casper High students, even the more popular ones like Paullina and Dash. In the Casper world of parties, it didn't matter if you were cool or a loser. If you had a parent free house and a stockpile of booze, people would come out in droves, liquor bottles in their hands to party. He finally got to where the drinks had been set up, and refilled his cup from one of the kegs. Finished with his task, Tucker straightened his back and looked around. To his left, he immediately spotted Jazz, dressed in white.

As he inched closer, Tucker could make out the wings and halo that complimented the long white dress she wore as her costume. She wasn't a bride, as he'd initially thought, but an angel; one who was drinking.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He asked her.

"How original," Jazz rolled his eyes. "I've heard that four times since I got here."

Tucker shook his head. "Some people have no shame."

(-.-)

After that conversation, Tucker felt his memory begin to fade again. He pushed at his hazy memory, trying to figure out how he'd gone from an innocent chat to apparently sleeping with Jazz. His memory, however, pushed back. He had a few flashbacks of being on the makeshift dance floor, A.K.A. his living room, but he didn't know if Jazz had been there. There had to be some clear, logical path that lead from last night to this morning, and all that had happened in between. He knew that drinking had probably been pulling some strings in this scenario but no matter how drunk he was, Tucker couldn't see himself initiating something between himself and his best friend's sister.

Not that Jazz wasn't a pretty girl or anything, because she was. She was so much more than that, but that didn't change the fact that she was Danny's big sister and that they were both naked in his bed.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember something, anything, that would explain this.

(-.-)

He was kissing her, or she was kissing him. Either way, Tucker was addicted to the vodka taste that was lingering on her lips. Tucker leaned, pushing her further against the wall, keeping one hand on her hip while the other slowly began to slide up her side, across her ribs. Jazz had one hand on his shoulder, the other was running down his chest, her nails digging in to his skin. His hand went up further, his palm brushing her breast. He went to her shoulder, pushing at the glittery strap to her dress, beginning to work the dress away from her pale skin.

Jazz broke away from the kiss, leaning into his ear to say, "Walls aren't my style."

Tucker slid his arm underneath her bottom in order to pick her up. Jazz let out a little squeal as she was lifted off the ground, her legs went through the slits in her dress to slide around his waist. She bent to kiss him and Tucker kissed her back, stumbling the few steps over to his bed. He didn't know, exactly, how he had made it up to his room, but he knew the party must still be going on; he could hear the pounding music and wayward screams of drunken teenagers.

But that didn't matter to him. What mattered to him was Jazz. He laid her down on the bed. She looked incredible, spread out along his unmade bed; her angel wings squished behind her shoulders, the twin slits in her skirt giving him a near view between her legs. She looked at him, eyes uncharacteristically dark. She reached up, grabbing him by the front of the lab coat that was part of his doctor's costume. He was leaning over her, and she began to free him of the lab coat. Tucker ripped that from himself, and Jazz's nimble fingers attacked the buttons on the white shirt he'd been wearing.

As she pushed the shirt away from him (although the black tie remained hanging around his neck), Tucker lifted her up so that he could access the zipper that ran down the back of her dress. He pulled it down, the dress sagging. Jazz began to shimmy the dress down, and the kicked herself free of it. Tucker looked down at her; her bare breasts, the slim white underwear that she had on. Tucker bent down and kissed her feverishly, his hand coming up to her chest, fingers caressing her nipples. She moaned against his mouth, her nails going down his back, to the waistline of the black pants that he was still wearing.

As Tucker dropped his head down to her breasts, Jazz ran her fingers around the waistline of his pants. When she came to the button and zipper, she immediately popped the button and slid the zipper down, her hand reaching inside his pants before he could even think about taking them off. Her hand slid around him and he involuntarily let out a groan, pushing his hips toward her hand.

He took off his pants then, and his underwear went with it. Her hand wrapped around him again, her palm fitting against him perfectly. Tucker took his hand back down her side, to touch the thin line of her underwear that rode up over her hip. He played with it a moment, taking in the soft give of her flesh before he gripped her underwear and rolled it down her thighs. Her legs shifted and spread and he moved his hand between them. Her breath quickened as he slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb pressing against her clitoris. Her hips rolled against him and her panting increased. She buried her head against his neck, biting and sucking against his sensitive skin.

"H-h-holy," she screeched, orgasm overcoming her. "T-Tucker!"

He never took his hand away from her, even as her breathing began to slow and her eyes drifted open.

"Tucker," she breathed.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have something?"

His drunken mind connected 'something' to 'condom' and he nodded. He rolled onto his side, pulling away from Jazz, and reached into his nightstand. He pulled out a condom and flipped onto his back so he could put it on. To his surprise, Jazz sat up on her knees and took the condom from him, unwrapping it herself and sliding it over him. Before he could do anything, Jazz had thrown one leg over to the other side of his body. Tucker held his breath as she reached below herself to grab him, positioning him so that she could slide down on him.

(-.-)

So, they'd definitely had sex. Tucker had accepted that since he woke up and saw her bare body next to him. It was strange, though, to remember Jazz like that; strange to know that after years and years of knowing her as his best friend's sister, they were next to one another in bed. He'd be lying if he claimed to have never had a crush on Jazz, but they were always small and fleeting. He would think that he liked her, based on how she smiled at him one day; or how, when he was at home alone, it was something that she'd said that would come back to him and make him smile. The little crushes never lasted long, quenched by the fact that, not only was she's Danny's sister (which is what held him back the most from liking her), but he knew that nothing would ever come out of liking her but hopelessness. He'd been quick to give up the little crushes, to stuff them away whenever they came bubbling to the surface, because he knew it was pointless.

Now, after years of being her friend, here they were and he had no idea what to do about it.

And she was waking up.

I meant to get this up for Halloween, but it didn't happen :/ Anyway, hope you enjoy – and there are more chapters coming on Fridays for the next couple of weeks!

I don't own anything recognizable!

~TLL~